the instructor ; m.espinosa

; eleven

matt's pov

i woke up to kay hitting me with a pillow. i just groaned, tired. she tried to push me off the bed but that wasn't working. she's so puny and little, she's just so aw.

"get up!" she tried pushing me some more. "you have to go pack, we have to be at the airport by 1 and it's already 10:30!" she yelled now mad.

"okay, okay, i'm up." i said putting my hands up in defense. she still had that look on her face you know, the look.

"what do you want me to do?" i said while looking around the room for something to do.

"well you want clothes don't you?" she said with a little sass.

woah chill bro.

"no, i don't want to wear any clothes, i'll just wear this the whole time." I said while presenting the outfit I was wearing, which were my boxers and a t-shirt.

"that's fine with me and all, but i don't think you can walk through the airport and board a plane, in just your boxers and a t-shirt." she said laughing.

"ugh, you're right, let me go pack." i groaned. i didn't want to go back to my house, it's too far.

i walk down the stairs and into the living room to see everybody still asleep.

"kay, why do they get to sleep?" i whined.

"they're already packed dork, now quit complaining or we'll leave without you." she yelled back.

"liar, you won't leave without me. you need me?" i said while walking back up the steps and into her room

"i don't need you, i got sammy." she smirked.

that little bitch, i know she's trying to mess with me, but wow, why do i feel so jealous. matt you like her. well no shit. just ask her that big question man. no bro, it's too early. and 7:30 is too early to wake up and go to school but you still do it, it's never too early.

"kay?" she turns around and looks at me.

"yeah?" she questions.

"ugh, y-you got something on your cheek, right there." i said pointing somewhere randomly on her cheek.

she looks in the mirror and studies her cheek. "where there is nothing." she says while looking back my way.

"whoops, my mistake, gotta go pack." i said while pointing and the door and running back to my house.

wow, good job matt, everyone's applauding. teach us your ways.

i'm such a dumbass, i laugh at myself thinking about what just happened.

i walk to my front door and grab the key from under the flower pot. once i unlock it, i walk inside, and into the living room.

"matt, where have you been, me and your dad have been worried sick!" my mom says, ohgod she's drunk.

"it's dad and i" i fix her grammar error. she just looks at me with the look, like the one kay just gave me a little bit ago.