gravity ➳ s.m.

twenty-four

Becca's P.O.V.

I trip over my own feet but fall into a pair of arms. I look up to see who my savior was. Matt.

I stand back on my feet. "Can you take me home?" I plead clutching onto him for dear life and he nods slowly and wraps his arm around me and helps me to his car, never looking back.

We walk down the halls and I lean my head on his shoulder I feel horrible. We finally reach the back of the building and he opens the door for me.

"Thanks Matt" I say trying my best to smile and stepping outside "No problem" he says shaking his head and leads me to his car. I sit shotgun and he drives in silence.

"Oh shit!" I blurt "What?" he asks "Oh I just don't want my parents to see me like this" I say referring to the cuts and bruises

"Well you can come to my house" he says and I nod "Thanks, Matt" I say putting on a fake smile. I truly am thankful for how nice he's being to me but I just hate the fact of why.

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"So what happened?" he asks. Well he had to ask sometime "Ashley's a bitch" I say and shrug my shoulders.

"Was this really about Ashley?" he asks looking at me with a smug look on his face and I nod. "I think this was about Shawn" he says and I know it's the truth

"So what did he do?" he asks and glances at me and back at the road. "Well, there were rumors about him and Ashley and I guess they were true" I sigh
"Well Shawn is my best friend, I think you should just hear him out" he says

"I'm just tired of this back and forth thing, I want to be with him but it seems like every time we get past a problem there is just another" I say and sigh .

He nods in understandment and pulls threw a long driveway. I look at the house that lies in front of us and holy fuck it's huge.

"This is your house?" I ask maybe sounding a bit rude. "Yeah" he sighs and steps out of the car and opens the door in front of me "I can do that you know" I say along with an eye roll.

"Oh shush" he says and walks me up to house grabbing my hand. He walks me threw the house and wow it's nice.

He throws his bag on the ground and kicks his shoes off recklessly "C'mon" he says gesturing for me to follow him up the long stairs.

Once we reach the top he walks me down the long hall into a room I suppose is the bathroom.

I sit down on the toilet and watch him very intently. As he searches threw some cabinets and closes them back again sitting next to me with a first aid kit and a wet rag. He dabs at my scratch making me hiss.

"Sorry" he says dapping very slowly me watching his every move. He rinses the bloody rag water down the drain. "So does anything in particular hurt?"

He asks wiping away my mouth blood. "My rib" I say lifting my shirt up so he can see. The pad of his thumb travels across the wound causing me to shiver. "Woah that's bad" he speaks "Well thanks" I say sarcasm clear in my voice

"When'd you get that?" he asks pointing at my stomach. I look down and see he is referring to my ring.

"Oh uh last year" I say a bit unsure. He nods and dabs at my cut lip and I watch his move. He must sense my gaze because his eyes lock with mine and he stops dabbing and just stares into my eyes.

Wow his eyes are beautiful. We sit there in an awkward yet pleasing silence before he speaks up.

"U-hh do you need anything else?" he stutters looking away and so do I "Uhmmm no I don't think so" I say standing to my feet grabbing my rib, it hurts to stand.