Fuckboy•MatthewEspinosa

16

You guys deserved this, but it's sad and drama filled.
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"Where the hell did you go, and how the hell did you get home?" Lane yelled at Luna.

Lane angrily paced in the living room, while Matthew stood there head in his hands.

Luna sat silent on the couch, afraid to talk. Her brother seemed angry; he only go this way yelling at their mom.

"Fucking answer me Luna" Lane yelled,  luna flinched. Normally he would soften up, but he was beyond angry.

"I walked" she mumbled, looking at her hands.

"You walked all the way home, in the dark alone?" Lane yelled.

"Not exactly alone" Luna said, uneasy.

Matthews head perked up quickly, starring closely at Luna. She felt intimated, and nervous to be in center of attention.

"Who walked you home?" Lane asked, Matthew listened moving next to Lane.

He stared at Luna, his eyes were basically melting through her. She began to think of a million people to say. But lying wasn't good; and that's all she's been doing.

"Uh" she cleared her throat.

"Uh what" Lane and Matthew yelled at the same time.

Lane ignored his best friends comment; not thinking much. Figuring he'd just been worried.

"Jack, walked me home" she said quickly, looking out the window.

"Who the fuck his Jack?" Matthew snapped, gritting his teeth.

Luna stared at Matthew wide eyed. She had only seen him angry a few times. But he seemed more angry.

"a friend I met today, he's nice. And was kind enough to walk me home. And not ignore me" she snapped at Matthew and her brother.

She ran up to her room, slamming her door. Falling into her pillow, letting out an ear piercing scream. Thankfully muffled by her pillow.

She had mixed emotions right now; not sure what to even do.

She could see the wrong part for scaring her brother and her boyfriend.

But at least someone was nice enough to walk her home.

Maybe it's bad they met today; but he didn't do any wrong and he was nice.

"Luna open the door" it was Lane.

Luna groaned, "no, go away" she yelled back.

Not wanting be to deal with her idiotic brother; and unbearable boyfriend at the moment.

the knocking and begging for Luna to come out of her room, died down at maybe three am.

She figured her brother and Matthew had went to bed. Luna decided it was time for her to finally get some sleep.
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Luna woke up to shaking of the shoulder, she opened up her eyes slightly to see Matthew standing over her.

"Matthew how the fuck did you get in here?" She whisper yelled, sitting up in bed.

"I finally picked your lock" he chuckled, but stopped seeing Luna had a blank face.

"Anyways, I have to leave in a few minutes. Since Lane Is asleep I thought you'd walk me down" he said, smiling sheepishly.

Luna sighed, giving in. She did hate being mad at her boyfriend.

Her and Matthew snuck down to the living room, and made it outside the house.

Matthew smiled Luna. Although she was half asleep, she looks cute he thought to himself.

He leaned in and gave her small little kisses messing around. Making Luna laugh quietly, but it led into a make-out session.

Dispeite the couples morning breath.

Lane rolled over, hearing laughing outside his window. He thought it could be kids playing around the neighborhood.

Rolling over again, ignoring.

When he heard his sister familiar laugh.

His eyes opened wide quickly, sitting up.

Thinking maybe he'd see that creepy Jack kid who walked his baby twin sister home.

Lane got up, and leaned over the window seal.

His eyes went wide when he saw it wasn't the Jack kid.

It was fucking Matthew Lee.

Lanes face heated up from the anger that suddenly busted open.

"Matthew fucking Lee" he yelled, startling the couple.

Lane ran down the stairs, and outside.

Seeing his best friend, kissing his sister.

The imagine and words repeated in his head over and over again. Making him angry.

He walked over and grabbed Matthew by his shirt, pushing him against the garage.

"What the fuck do you think your doing" Lane yelled in Matthews face.

"Lane calm down please" Luna cried, feeling the hot tears fall out her eyes.

"You fucking choose my sister, you have a million girls a fucking million girls to choose to kiss fuck and do whatever and you choose my sister" Lane said.

Matthew didn't say anything, but he had his fist against lanes chest.

"I fucking like your sister" Matthew yelled, pushing him.

"No you ducking don't, your a fuck-boy. It's about that stupid fucking bet, you fucking used my baby sister for a fucking bet" he yelled, shoving Matthew.

Luna looked at Matthew, tears filling up and pouring out her eyes.

"You fucking used me as a bet, I'm a fucking bet to you" Luna yelled.

"Luna no stop, that's not even happening anymore" he said grabbing her.

She yanked her arm away.

"The fact you said anymore makes it worse" she snapped, running back inside.

Luna ran up to her room, locking the door. Sliding onto the floor, crying.

She knew this was going to happen, she had become that girl with Matthew. She knew everything with Matthew was to "perfect" it seemed so easy.

But it wasn't. Nothing about Matthew was ever perfect. He made everything complicated; Matthew couldn't just be loyal and honest for once.

Luna felt so gullible and stupid the fact that Matthew actually got away with what he pulled with her.

She said she wasn't going to be his fuck and chuck and she wouldn't ever fall for his stupid games.

But she had became those naive girls that fell for every stupid fuckboy thinking they'd change their ways for her.

But it wasn't those movies or even that book. Matthew was always going to be that guy.

And Luna couldn't fix that.

She knew she should've stayed in her room, she knew she should've just waited it out and fell asleep.

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Aha this fucking was a disaster everything that happened. And I am honestly pissed I had to re-write this.

lol yay me. This took me shorter than I excepted literally 10 minutes to re-write.

But editing and blah blah so yeah I'm posting this write now.

And this is the correct chapter, and the continued chapter will be chapter 17.

enjoy.

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