Nash: I'm gonna go.
¬Without saying another word, he walks out. Just like that. You give Matt a look.
Y/N: What did you do?
Matt: Nothing.
Y/N: No, I'm being dead serious, what did you do? Or say?
Matt: I just told him that if he hurt you again, me and him were going to have problems.
¬He just shrugged like it couldn't possibly matter, and you squint your eyes at him.
Y/N: Uhm, I don't know if you realize it or not, but I do not need your help, or for you to put your nose in my business. I don't like you, and I'd appreciate if you'd stay the hell out of mine and Nash's business.
¬You get up and walk towards the door.
Matt: Damn, is it that time of the month?
Y/N: Fuck you.
¬You walk out of the house, a warm breeze blowing your hair. You slam the door and start walking down the street. A minute later, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn around to find...
