BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

LET'S PUT A MOUSETRAP ON HIS DICK

it's after school, and i put my hair up into a ponytail as i stare at myself into the mirror, still wondering what my revenge plans even are. i really should've thought about everything before i went out here blackmailing, matt.

i sigh, and head out of my room and down the stairs. my mom doesn't get off work until ten at night, so now is perfect to go over his house.

i walk out the front door and lock it right before i walk next door. i reach to his houses doorstep and knock to a beat, but no one answers. i knock again and this time, matt's, usual, irritated look, appears.

i smile, "hi, matt!"

his hair is messy and he looks like he just woke up, "just come in." he says with a sleepy voice.

i nod my head and do as he says, and look around curiously, his house is really nice. i hear the door shut and i glance at, matt, while he runs his hand through his hair, "my room is upstairs, follow me." i trail behind.

he leads me inside his room, and i take a seat on top of his bed. he closes his door, and sits on the chair across me which is next to his desk.

matt sighs, "so, what do you have planned for you ex?"

i twiddle with my fingers, "well you see, i'm not sure about what i wanna do."

"of course you don't," he rolls his eyes, "why do you even want to get revenge on him anyways?" he adjusts himself to get comfortable in his seat.

i don't like talking about the breakup, because it always leads to some dramatic crying scene. but this time i think, matt, deserves to know why since i'm making him help me.

"well, he cheated on me," my voice was quiet for the first time in forever, "multiple times actually, and now he's happy with his new girlfriend." i can't help but stare down at my feet, i don't have the confidence to look at him in the eye. every time this topic comes up, i feel like an idiot and i get so embarrassed.

"oh," there's a moment of silence between us, "i thought your reason might've just been, because he broke up with you first."

i shake my head, "i wish that would've happened instead." my voice was beginning to shake.

"are you about to cry? please don't cry," i can feel him staring at me, while i'm still looking down at the floor, "i'm not good with people when they're crying."

i swallow down the tears and wipe my eyes, "i'm okay." i fake a smile.

"thank god," matt, sighs in relief, "alright, everlee, i say we should pull the childish card for this, loser." he gets up from his chair.

"what do you mean?" i ask him.

"i say we egg his house, destroy his car, shave his hair off or dye it, you can choose, then we can shave his eyebrows off, put a mousetrap on his dick, pierce his nipples, trash his room," he says quickly that i can't really keep up, "but most importantly, we'll ruin his relationship."

i shoot up from his bed, "matt, you're a genius! everything you just said is crazy, but i'm down for it!" i say excitedly.

i go up to him, and i tightly wrap my arms around him unexpectedly. a couple seconds go by, and i realize that i'm hugging the boy that might kill me for even touching him.

he nudges me off of him carefully, "can you not fucking touch me?" matt dusts his clothes off.

"sorry, matt." i laugh nervously.

he opens his bedroom door, "listen, dork, i'm going to come over tomorrow and then we're gonna start with one thing at a time," he crosses his arms, "tomorrow night we're going to egg his house, then each day it'll progress to more crazier shit."

"can the finale be us putting a mousetrap on his dick?"

i can tell he wants to let a laugh out but he doesn't, "sure, why not."

i dance around his room in excitement, "this is so exciting! i'm so glad you decided to help me!"

"well you kinda threatened me into doing it." he says.

i continue dancing while almost tripping, "don't ruin the moment, champion!"

i can see, matt, at the corner of my eye, and it seems like he's letting out a teeny smile. but that's too crazy to say. matt champion? smiling? yeah right.

he coughs, "you should go home."

i stop, "yeah, you're right," i grab my phone off his bed and walk towards the door.

"thanks, matt, i'm-" he interrupts me.

"yeah, yeah, you're thankful for this and you're thankful for that, make sure to lock the door on your way out." he says in a rush, then shuts the door on my face.

"you're an asshole!" i yell across the closed door.

"thank you!"

a/n: matt is so precious i'm-