Heart Out (Settle Down Sequel)

Ch. 4

"cause just when i think we're through, the memories come flooding back, its like instantly i love you like that, i was on fire for you, we can get it back again if you dont say its the end, the end"

MADISON'S POV

I stared at the conversation between Matt and I, the last five messages I'd sent him still left unread. I don't know why he'd just end things like that. It's just not like him.

I curled my legs under me on the couch and rested my head on my hand, which was being supported by my knee. It is like him. It's exactly like him. I've been so fooled by his kindness towards me to remember who walked into my house last summer. The arrogant, cocky, asshole viner who cared about no one.

I was stupid to think he'd changed. Matt had just simply transformed to what I wanted him to be. But now I'm not there to shape his decisions or actions, leaving the old him to spiral out into something ugly.

I shook my head at my thoughts. He could never be ugly. Even the major faults in his personality weren't ugly. They were beautiful, in almost a tragic way. He's like a character torn straight out of the pages of a Shakespearean play. Had a rough family past, the lack of love and coldness transferring from his parents straight through his veins, every word he speaks dripping with venom, disguised as something with pure, raw, deceiving beauty. 

The classic tale would be along the lines of Matt finding true love to help set him straight, realizing his morals and beliefs were those of his stone-cold father, and not his. But this isn't a work of literature  from the 1500's and Matt isn't a fairy tale, he's a nightmare.

I opened Twitter and checked his profile, to see if I could detect any sort of emotion from him. He hadn't looked at my text messages, but posted about some killer party the boys were throwing tonight. My heart sunk to the pit of my stomach.

Hoping he'd do the same eventually and look at what I'm saying, I posted a few tweets myself.

@MadiBell: funny how wrong you can be about someone...

@MadiBell: dont even know what we're fighting for

@MadiBell: just talk to me, i need you

I closed the app and threw my phone across the living room, it hitting the heater at the bottom of the wall with a loud bang.

Falling onto my side, I closed my eyes and let the sobs I'd held in for so long rack through my body.

MATT'S POV

I had my head rested against the back of the chair as the music blared and girls kept finding their place on my lap. 

"Man, this is sick!" Nash shouted from across the coffee table, shooting me a grin. I returned one and nodded, bringing a joint to my lips and inhaling.

The lights flashed all around us, illuminating the darkness of the frat house we'd had the party at for the night.

When Nash's attention turned to something else, I put my hand on the side of my face and sighed. I haven't checked Madison's messages yet, I don't have the stomach to right now. What if she admitted she did it? 

Grow a pair, man, she cheated on you. Get those messages on read and leave it alone.

I took another hit and unlocked my phone, opening the conversation with Madison.

Matt I have no clue what you're talking about.

please answer me

did i do something?

did you meet someone else?

please talk to me

My eyebrows scrunched. No matter how sneaky she was, she's never lied to me. She's not one to cheat on someone either.

I groaned and punched the arm of the chair, causing the girl on my lap to squeal and jump away.

I'd screwed things up far too badly to try and make it right over the phone. I don't even know if she was lying or not, but I have a sinking feeling in my gut she wasn't. That still doesn't explain the picture, though. I know Madison. And I know Colby. Hell, half his face was in the shot.

I got up and pushed through the throng of people until I got to the kitchen where Cam was doing shots with guys I've never seen before.

Hitting him on the chest and pulling the shot glass out of his hands before he could refill it, I pulled him to the side.

"I need to go home, man. I messed up big time," I confessed, snatching a brownie off the plate of someone walking by and shoving it in my mouth.

Cameron laughed, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, bro. This is fun! You don't want to leave! But whatever, the tour bus is probably in the pool right now." He slurred.

"The pool?"

"Is that what I said? The parking lot, dude. Just go if you really want, but you're missing out!" He called behind me as I started walking away.

I didn't need the goddamn tour bus. I needed off this fucking tour and I needed to be back in California. A rush of sleep overcame my racing mind. Taking a detour from the front door to up the staircase, I searched through rooms until I found one that wasn't being occupied, and passed out on the bed. Madison could wait.

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A.N: 

I couldnt leave u guys with just that part of the song at the beginning, so I added the whole thing in the media box. nkotb are my babes and the song goes so fuckin perfect with the whole situation i love it so much

matt is such a fucking trainwreck right now what the fuuuuuck. hope u enjoyed this chapter, itll get more interesting soon i promise!! 

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