still matt's pov dumbass.
i wake up to my alarm clock. my eyes stinging.
i barely got any sleep last night.
i'm so fucking tired.
after sitting up and considering skipping school. i get up. deciding what to wear was never a hard job. i throw on some shit and run downstairs. then i reach a empty kitchen.
"oh yeah my parents fucking hate me so they leave too woo hoo." i mumble sarcastically to myself.
i hate my life.
*
i walk into school. i'm cold. i hate school.
when the bell rings i start to walk to my class as slow as i can.
the second bell comes along and i know i'm late. oh fucking well.
i walk and ms.louis looks at me. i can tell that she sees the hurt in my eyes. she lets out a sigh and points to my seat.
"mr.espinosa i want to see you after class." she says. "okay." i say politely. i like ms.louis.
i turn over to an empty desk. she used to sit next to me. where the hell is she.
*
the bell rings and i stay seated. ms.louis looks at me with caring eyes. "what's wrong matthew you're not yourself." she doesn't know. i'm not telling her. "you wouldn't understand." i mumble.
"i might be able to help you." no she can't. "you can't" i whisper. "i could."
"you can't." i say now fully speaking. she looks at me a small smile on her face.
she thinks i'm joking."i coul-" no you fucking can't. i yell my voice cracking now i'm crying. i stand up her startled eyes following me. "you know what, fuck this." i walk out, leaving the whole building instead of the classroom.
i felt warmer outside of the school. i'm not going back.
*
while i'm walking home i get a text from nash.
nash: im in second period where the fuck are you!?
i chuckle.
matt: long story i left.
nash: damn wya im coming too mr.honde stares at me too much.
matt:lol ok im outside the coffee shop.
while i wait for him i mindlessly scroll through twitter.
*
"so what happened?" nash asks. i give him the look indicating its about her.
he let's out a sigh. "i know its hard, shit i fell in love once i ain't doing that again."
"you're so dumb. i say laughing." this is why nash is my bestfriend.
ooo nash is in this bitch
nyla.
