Stutter- matthew espinosa [ON PAUSE, WILL RETURN SOON]

ARGUE .02

"Do I really have to be here with stutters?"
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"Matthew!" The teacher scolds the boy that I am very familiar with, "That is no way to speak to your fellow class mate; you must apologize."

He parts his lips as if he is going to speak. "N-no its f-fine," I interrupt.

Matthew roles his eyes as if he wasn't going to apologize anyway.

I walked down the long row of students, heading to the back row where no one sat. "Its f-fine," Matthew mocks my speech impediment in a babyish tone as I move past his desk and take my seat. How mature. I watched as he looked down at his book, clenching his fists, bitting his lip, as if he was containing something he had to say. He could no longer hold his tongue, he banged his fist against the desk and stood up, wincing a bit in the process. "Why the fuck am I here!? Why the fuck is she here!?" He yelled, motioning his hand towards me. Why the fuck does he have a problem with me!? I couldn't care less if he liked me or not, but I haven't done anything to him.

"Matthew, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down; You know why you're here," the middle-aged woman leisurely said.  This boy must be hear for anger problems.

He looks over at the teacher and back to me, "Actually, I do know why I'm here; all because of her!" Me? How is it my fault? I don't even know why he's here; he looks perfectly healthy to me. I gave him a questionable look and in return he greeted me with a scoff.

"Don't play dumb," he began. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You and that annoying boyfriend of yours fucked everything up for me!" His eyes began to water. I have no clue as to what he means, I've never even had a boyfriend before, but whatever he's talking about must have been bad.

At this point, I've had enough with his annoying bickering. "W-what b-boyfriend?" I stood up.

"I had a career ahead of me; you and you're boyfriend ruined it for me. "

"Matthew enough!" The teacher interrupted, "I want you out of my classroom!" Matthew rolled his eyes. "I'll gladly leave," he said and sluggishly walked to the door. In the process, the hood of his grey sweatshirt slipped off him, exposing the back of his head. Along his neck and into his long, nappy hair was a deep, fresh scar.

I flinched at the sight, causing him to quickly pull it back up and slam the door shut.

"Great, there goes twenty minutes of class time." Sighed the teacher.

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Matthew's p.o.v
"Matthew, can you tell me what happened during last weeks outburst?"
Matthew? No it's Matt; not Matthew. Matt.

"Matthew..." The councilor, Mr. Dickson, repeated.

I looked up at the balding man and said, "It was the girls fault; stutters, all her fault."

"Matthew she has a name!" He scolded. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "Okay then, it was Summer's fault."

"Explain to me how it's her fault," Mr. Dickson scoffed.

I barely remember myself what happened that night, most of what I know that happened came from my friends. "Matthew..." He repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time. "Ok then," I began, harshly. "I've always been a little mean to stutt-- I mean Summer, but it wasn't that bad, right?" Lies. I was terrible to her. I tormented her for no apparent reason. I broke eye contact with Mr. Dickson and starred at my trembling hands. "Well, I know I was mean but did I really deserve what she did to me?"

"Matthew! What did she do!?" Yelled the angered councilor.

"That night after the football game, she and her boyfriend detached the latch to the big cart. It ran me over." I refused eye contact. "You know what? I'm done. I shouldn't have to talk to you; I'll serve my suspension and return to school next week."

I carefully stood up from my seat and painfully walked out.
-x-

"Hey Matt, we need to talk," Isaiah said.

He looked nervous. His forehead was covered in drops of sweat, he rubbed his palms together as if they were sweaty. I nodded at him, signaling him to continue. He's my friend; what he had to say couldn't be that bad. Right?

"About that night," he began. He started to mumble out small words that sounded like 'I'm sorry.' What could he be sorry about?

"The girl," he blurted out. "She didn't do it. It was us."

"What do you mean?"

"It was Mario, Angel, and I." He looked up at me with eyes full of guilt. "We thought it would be funny, you know? But--"

I interrupted him and said, "No, I don't know. What made you think that it would be funny?"

"Bro, I'm sorry" Isaiah's eyes became glossy.

"Don't you think its a little too late for that?" I stood up and head to the door. Just before walking out, I turned to him and said,

"You ruined my life."

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Word count :870
This chapter was short and boring, sorry
I promise it will start to get good soon
I didnt proof read opps