Everyone is my type | Matt's Story

4. Noticeable signs

Matt's POV

Angela and I head straight to my bedroom. "So where about do you live?" I ask as I sit on the bed.

Angela sits next to me and replies. "Actually not that far from here. Maybe a 15-minute walk?"

"Oh nice, that's convenient."

"Convenient for what?"

I'm taken aback, not expecting that question. "To see you I guess."

"Why?" She shifts closer to me.

"Erm-Er" I rub the back of my head suddenly feeling so uncomfortable because I'm under pressure. "Because you're nice."

Her face drops. "Nice? Out of all of the words to describe me why nice?"

"Because you are nice? Do you not want to be nice?" I'm so confused.

She begins to laugh. "I know I'm nice but I want you to try better than that."

"What do you want me to do? I don't understand."

She laughs shyly. "Isn't it obvious? Many things." Accompanying the laugh she winks.

I decide to interrogate her just like how she has done to me. "Like what?"

But she knows exactly what I'm trying to do. "I have an idea but the only way you'd find out is if I actually show you."

Yet again I begin to feel uncomfortable but I shake my head and play along. "I don't believe you."

Her smile dies along with her tone of voice. "What?"

"I don't believe that you'd show me."

"Well, then you clearly don't know me." Her tone turns aggressive.

"Well then prove it and show me."

"No, I don't need to prove anything to you." She pulls a disgusted face and looks away.

"Well, you proved that I'm right by not showing me."

She slowly turns back to me knitting her brows together. "Who do you think you are?"

"Err-"

"No, shut up. You can't talk to me like that, it's rude to be so cocky. I doubt your dick is as big as your head right now."

"Woah, oooofff." That hurt.

She starts laughing hysterically, a laugh I've never heard from anyone before or doubt I ever will. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I just had to make a joke. It was a perfect time."

I knit my brows in confusion. "So you're not mad?"

She shakes her head. "No, why would I be?"

"I dunno you might be a psycho."

She slaps me on my arm. "Ok, now that's rude."

"I thought girls liked being called that."

"No, it's the other way round. We don't like being called psychos but in reality, we are psychos." She gives me this creepy smile as she says it, clearly showing to me that I'm currently talking to a full-blown psycho.

"Okay?" Slightly creeped out I look down at my phone to see the time.

She grabs my phone out of my hand. "It's rude to be focused on other things when you're talking to someone."

"I literally just-"

She puts her finger on my lips stopping me. "Nope, nope, shhh." Seen as though I have no choice I shut up. "Ok so in order to get your phone back you need-" My phone buzzes making her stop to check it. "Ooooo." She looks at me raising her brows.