BLACKMAIL | MATT CHAMPION

LOOK AT HIS DAMN HEAD

i wake up, and i feel some weight on top of my head. i lift my head and, matt's, arm falls off of me causing him to wake up.

i yawn, "why is your hundred pound arm on top of my head?"

"and why the hell is my hoodie on you?" he says with his sleepy voice.

i look down, and i notice that i'm all snuggled up in his hoodie. i throw it at him, "obviously you took it off and put it on me."

"as if," he rubs his eyes tiredly, "you probably took it off me when i fell asleep."

"you know damn well that i wouldn't do that." i squint my eyes at him.

"but you did." matt sits up to slip on his hoodie.

i roll my eyes, "what time is it?" realizing that it's thursday, i really hope we're not going to be late for school.

he pulls out his phone from his back pocket, he squints when he sees the bright phone screen, "oh fuck, we're gonna be late if we don't leave now."

just my luck.

he drops his phone onto his lap, and fixes his hair in the rear view mirror.

"are you sure we don't have time to change?" i ask, watching him struggle fix a little baby hair.

"we don't, we have to go now." he looks around for his keys, and finds them inside the cup holder. he starts up the car, and we quickly get going to school.

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we enter the building, and we immediately see a crowd of people with their phones out, recording something. everyone's laughing and pointing, then we see wesley running out of the crowd, covering his head.

my eyes widen, "matt, look at him."

"oh god, look at the dudes head," he says softly, "at least we both know one career you shouldn't do in the future."

wesley runs into the bathroom, and for some reason i can't help but feel guilty. i know that the whole idea of this was to get revenge, but i feel like i went too far this time.

matt, nudges my shoulder, "everlee, you're staring," he tries to catch my attention, "no way, do you feel bad for him?"

"i don't know," i shake my head, "don't you think we went a little far?"

"not at all, he deserves it and you know that," he crosses his arms, "you only feel bad, because you can't stand seeing people hurt. your heart is a little too pure."

what matt said is true, and i hate that.

"damn you, champion. i hate that you're right." i see wesley come out of the bathroom with a beanie, and he rushes around the corner.

"no, damn you," he says with emphasis, "i can't believe you even dated him." he scoffs.

"why do you care anyway?" i ask, irritated.

"i don't, i just don't know what you saw in him. look at his damn head! shaped like a deformed nut!" i can feel him staring at me for my reaction.

i let out a smile, "you're right, i shouldn't feel bad." i walk away.

the halls are almost clear since classes are about to start.

matt trails behind me, "why the hell are you following me?" i ask, turning around.

"my class is this way too." he catches up to me.

"i thought you had calculus? math department is all the way on the other side of the building." i say confused.

"are you my damn schedule now?" he says annoyed, and we continue walking.

we walk down a hallway and get ready to turn a corner, until we hear two people arguing. we both pause and decide to eavesdrop.

"babe, it's going to grow back! it'll take a while but it's eventually going to grow back!" i hear a familiar voice begging.

"i can't date you if you look like that! i'm sorry, wesley." a girl says, followed by high heels clacking further away.

oh fuck, we caused him and his girlfriend to break up.

"nice, we did a three in one," matt whispers proudly, "we shaved his hair, trashed his room, and ruined his relationship."

i sit there shocked, then we hear sobbing coming from around the corner, and that's when i realize that wesley's crying.

i go to check up on him, until i feel a hand grip onto my arm, "everlee, don't do it. don't let him win this one, it's only going to bring you back to square one." matt whispers.

i look at him, "i promise that i'm not going back to square one, i just want to check if he's okay."

"he doesn't deserve your help." he continues arguing.

"you know i can't stand seeing people cry, can we please just ask him if he's okay?" i whine quietly.

matt sighs and rolls his eyes, "fine." we go up to wesley who's on the floor, sobbing into his hands, "hey, are you okay?" i ask.

he looks up from his hands, "you. what the fuck do you want?" he stares right at me.

"listen, you fucking-" matt was about to go off.

"matt, it's okay," i calmly breathe in, "listen, i'm trying to be nice and ask if you're okay, but clearly you want to be an asshole."

wesley just looks up at me, not saying a word, "let's go." i tell, matt, and we walk away.

we continue walking down to our classes, "i told you not to say anything." he lectures me.

"i know," i sigh disappointingly, "he's more of an asshole than you are. that says a lot."

"wow, you really think that i'm that much of an asshole?" he pretends to be shocked.

"your reputation screams asshole." i laugh.

"and your reputation screams stupidity."

a/n:
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