For Me ❦ || Mattia Polibio

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so i read my own story and started missing it. hi guys LMFAO.

recap summary: y/n's ex boyfriend dylan was forceful with her. the next day she cried in the bathroom and mattia comforted her so they ditched school and went back to his house. the last thing they did was fall asleep cuz they wanted to nap. yes.

y/n's pov

i jolt awake, forgetting i skipped school with mattia and how i decided to take a nap.

"woah," mattia wrapped his arm around my waist. "you okay?"

"yeah i just forgot where i was for a second," i wipe my face. "what've you been doing?"

"i was playing fifa because i couldn't fall asleep," he chuckled. "did that nap help?"

"a little," i rub my eyes. "how long was i asleep for?"

"like an hour or so," mattia shrugs. "do you still wanna watch netflix or do you wanna go out and do something?"

"can we go to james' diner? i want something sweet."

"i knew you were gonna say something like that," he smiled, grabbing his car keys. "let's go."

james diner...

i ordered a simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate drizzle and just started eating that shit up. mattia was staring at me the entire time, not looking away once.

"keep staring, it's not getting any less creepy..." i say.

"i'm worried about you," he replies.

i sigh and put the ice cream aside. "if there's one thing i dislike, it's when people sympathize me too much. you don't have to feel bad for me, it's not my intention to make you feel bad."

"you can't really be telling me that after what happened to you last night," mattia frowned. "did you forget how upset you were a couple hours ago or..."

"i remember... i was there," i started feeling a little awkward. i honestly didn't know how to react when he's being this nice to me.

"okay, can we talk about what you're gonna do now?"

"what do you mean?" i tilt my head.

mattia gave me a "isnt it obvious" look. "you're gonna do something about dylan right? you're gonna tell roger at least?"

"uh, i don't know if that's-"

"you lost me at 'i don't know', why are you hesitating? he deserves everything bad coming at him."

"because, i don't wanna believe that it actually happened to me, okay?" i admit. "happy?"

"i'm far from happy right now," he mumbled. "as bad as i may seem when it comes to girls.. i have boundaries. i'd never touch a girl like that without consent."

"i know," i say. "i'm not putting you and dylan in the same category."

"i know it's not my place to make any decisions or even say anything about this right now, but i'm not walking down the same halls as him," said mattia. "you are not walking down the same halls as him— you shouldn't even been within a 50 feet radius of him."

"i need time first," i respond. "i don't know what i exactly need right now but i know i need time. just please respect that."

mattia got up from his side and walked over to mine, taking a seat next to me. "i'll do whatever you want me to. i just hated seeing you like that."

"up until a couple weeks ago you hated seeing me in general," i laugh.

"i'm serious."

"i know, i know," i say. "i have a couple favors to request."

"name it."

"don't tell anyone about this, dont engage with dylan— no matter how badly you want to, and lastly, do not treat me like i'm gonna break. meaning don't tip toe around me thinking one wrong sentence will set me off," i tell him. "i just want to go back to 'normal'."

"okay," he simply said. "do me a favor, by staying the fuck away from him. i don't care what the situation is, if he approaches you, literally just.. run."

"that's-"

"great. it's settled," he interrupted me and put his arm over my shoulder. "finish your ice cream."

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