|| Y/N's POV ||
We're sitting outside in this really pretty restaurant.
"This is pretty." I mumbled quietly.
"Not as pretty as you." Matt mumbled back.
I smiled at him.
"Y/N, what happened last night? Why didn't I wake up with you cuddled in my arms? Why are my knuckles red as fuck?" He asked with a pleading look.
"You really don remember what happened last night?!" I sighed.
"No I honestly don't." He said scratching his head.
"Okay well you got hella drunk last night and you led me up to my room and almost rapped me but Sam and Jack got there before anything got bad, I had to stand up to you and you called me a prude and Jack got pissed and kicked you out. The knuckles are from beating up Sam from pulling you away from me." I said remembering last night.
"Oh my god Y/N! I am so sorry, you have every right to be furious with me. I guess I owe Sam and Gilinsky and apology. I respect your absence Y/N, in totally cool with that, don't think I'm not. I honestly don't know what came over me last night." He said not being able to look at me cause he was embarrassed.
"Matt it's okay. You got super drunk. And we can go apologize to them now, when we finish eating." I said looking down at my pasta.
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"Okay so where are we heading to right now?!" I asked buckling up.
"Well I need to go apologize to Sam and Jack. So your house." He said pulling out of the parking lot.
I text them both to notify them.
To Jack and Sam:
Okay you little shit heads, yall better be nice to Matt because he feels bad for what he did yesterday. He said he doesn't remember anything. We're on our way to apologize.
From Jack and Sam: Sam
Alright try to hold me back if he pisses my off.
From Jack and Sam: Jack
Calm your shit dude. We'll be nice Y/N.
I sighed in relief, I knew Jack and Sam had my back.
"Hey you left your clothes at my house." Matt spoke up.
"Oh I know, I left my PJ's there so I had to borrow one Sam's tee shirts." I said instantly regretting what I said.
He gripped the steering wheel causing his knuckles to turn pale white.
"So you and Sammy boi huh?" He gritted through his teeth.
"SAMMY boi saved me from being rapped." I spat back.
He sighed and kept his mouth shut the rest of the way home.
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We showed up to the house and Matt took a the parking space in front of my house.
"Now Matthew, you're going to be nice and don't please don't fight." I pleaded.
"Y/N, I'm not drunk nor mad so I'll be nice." He chuckled.
We hopped out and walked into the house.
No one was in the kitchen, neither in the living room.
Last place I checked was the basement, there they were and I saw something, or some one I didn't want to see.
Even if her dad died.
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One Last Time
Fanfiction'One Last Time' is the sequel to 'He's Just Another Bad Boy'. Y/N is figuring out wether she wants to let Matt back into her life as just more than a friend again, or if she wants to give Samuel Wilkinson a chance.
