Y/N: Wow, Matt...
Matt: What?
Y/N: Uhm... thanks. But, I can handle it myself.
Matt: Y/n! Please, just-
Y/N: And how you gon' tell him to learn how to speak to a lady, when you called me a bitch lastnight? You're a hyprocrite.
Matt: Look, just listen to me, okay? I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean it.
Y/N: See, you say that now, but I bet you'll say it again. And I'm not gonna take the chance of trusting you because I know for a fact that you will.
Matt: Y/n, please, just stop trying to push me farther away. I know you hate me, but can we at least be friends?
Y/N: I don't know. I honestly don't want to, either.
¬You get up and walk out, leaving Matt with a look of hurt in his eyes. You feel bad, but you just don't want to take the chance of being his friend and then realizing he was acting the entire time. You walk downstairs and run into Cam.
Cam: Y/n, pack your stuff. We're going to Cali for two weeks, and we leave tomorrow.
Y/N: For what? And why so sudden?
Cam: I just found out, and it's for a vacation. Just, go pack.
¬You nod, shrug, and walk upstairs. When to turn to go down the hall, you run into Matt. You stumble back, and he grabs your shoulders to steady you. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. You just walk past him, go inside your room, and start packing.
