𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔡 ⁂ {𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪}

_5

it's early. 4:15 am, and mattia's standing outside of his high school, head propped back against the office doors waiting. he's got his eyes locked on the road in front of him, tensing up every time he sees a car ride past slowly or an old man or woman walking their dog; or perhaps on an innocent morning run. he doesn't see kairi though, and time is running out. he pulls out his phone.

me
look dude i dont know where the fuck you are or what the fuck you want with me but i'm here and you've yet to show up. this proves my previous point, you're a pussy. come up or stay down.

unknown number
i'm right down the block, don't too cocky.

me
hurry the fuck up.

kairi's got his head pressed on the passenger window of the getaway car, toying with the .25 pistol bullets before loading a cartridge into the muzzle. as they pull up to the front of the school kairi makes sure to take the safety off. staring down the dark walkway, just as dawn breaks, he can see mattia's stance shift. he's standing upright, his head cocked to the side. he looks confident. kairi steps foot out of the passenger seat, not meaning to slam the door on his way out. he gets a hushed curse from alejandro.

kairi takes his sweet time trudging over to his unknown enemy. he's soon about 12 feet away from the younger, gun hidden in the waistband of his black sweats. mattia wastes no time speaking.

"what the fuck are you here for," mattia examines "if you wanna fight let's go, i'm ready" he tows his backpack off, flinging it to the ground, standing with his hands pushed down in front of him, mattia's shoulders loosen. kairi cackles, taking a small stride forward. "i didn't come here to fight you," his hand follows under his shirt and into his waistband, tightening his grip on the handle of the pistol. "i came here to kill you".

mattia jerks back, muddled, his eyebrows furrow all the way down into a 'v' shape, eyes widening when he's met face to face with kairi pointing a gun straight at his head. his confidence gets the best of him. with a smug smirk, mattia confides in this. "shoot me"—"if you're gonna pull the trigger, pull it" he even takes it as far as turning around, he's now facing the main entrance doors of his high school, stretching his arms out to full wingspan as if he's surrendering. mattia knows better.

and kairi has managed to let himself down, he can't. he can't fucking pull it. he's wrecked stiff, rigid by the continuous blare of alejandro punching the horn, signaling for him to hurry the fuck up. and this scenario worsens when mattia screams at him "pull the fucking trigger!" his heart stops. but kairi just breaks down. he unhands the pistol where he stands, bawling as he darts back to the car. his mind is vacant, he was more terrified than mattia. yeah, he was right. mattia was right. he is a pussy.

mattia drops his arms, picks up his backpack, and walks home. 

his vision is louring. every car that passes by he thinks it's kairi coming back for redemption, to be honest, he's not very concerned. 

mattia shakes his head, "he should've just fucking pulled it"