The New Guy

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Gil's POV (a week later)

I poked my bruise for the millionth time this week. It probably wasn't helping it at all but it helped my boredom. Well, I was feeling some excitement instead of the same dull numbness for the past week. I finally get to see Matt again to give him his homework.

I just went to his house straight after school because it wasn't worth going home then coming here. As if Toni would even let me go. He'd be on my ass about it for no reason. I can't even breathe without him freaking out. It's annoying.

So, here I am at his front door. And I honestly can't bring myself to knock. I just keep poking my bruise to get a sense of reality. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked ever so lightly. Immediately, the door swung open. I didn't even get a word in when I was pulled into a bone crushing hug.

"Is it weird to say I missed you?" Matt asked with a significantly quieter voice than I remember.

"Is it weird to say I missed you too?"

"That actually makes me feel better." He lightly chuckled, letting me go. "I've got a lot of explaining to do, don't I?"

"I guess so." I gave a sardonic shrugged.

"Well, get in." He grabbed my hand and pulled me in to the house. He shut the door while I made my way in and put my bag down. The house wasn't as lively as I remember it. It was quiet and dark. Something he very much wasn't looking to be.

I turned around, "So, what's up?" I asked before he attacked me with a sudden kiss. I mean, I wasn't even opposed to it. It was relieving actually.

He pulled away, "Sorry-I-I just needed that."

"It's alright." I cupped his cheeks. "I totally get it."

"You're literally a perfect human being you know that, eh?"

"Well, you're right, but hardly."

"That's an oxymoron."

"You're an oxymoron."

"Poetic." His hands moved to meet mine and pulled them off. "You want anything to drink?"

"What do you have?"

"Water, juice, soda, wine." He mumbled.

"Wine?" I raised a brow in question at the random mention. "Should I be concerned?"

"It's just a suggestion."

"That doesn't make me any less concerned."

"Look, I've had a pretty shit week, I need something-anything, really, to just get my mind off all of it." He frowned, letting go of me and stepping back.

"I can tell you for a fact that it won't help."

"How would you know?"

"You're kidding." I half-chuckled.

"It's not like I really know much about you."

"You're right but I've had my fair share of shit weeks that I honestly can't remember."

"How was I supposed to know that? It's not like you ever talk about your past."

"It's not like you ever talk about yours either." I frowned. "It's not like you ever actually talk about what's going on in your life." I shouldn't be getting angry.  "Thanks for not telling me anything by the way." But he was pissing me off and I honestly don't even know why. "It's not like I was worried about you or anything!"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" He scowled. It was a look that didn't really fit him at all. It was strange seeing him like that. "Gilbert, I've had to take care of my dad and Francis because my brother almost died. I thought you would be a break from all that!"