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Questions

I wake up and hoist myself up so that I'm sitting up right. I wipe my eyes and instantly regret it as I know my makeup is now completely smudged. I just decided to deal with it and check my phone.

"I think ima ditch school today, it's pretty boring here anyways, we're having a day long assembly about bullying and harassment. Shoot me now" -Mathew

"You poor, poor baby! Jk, well idk if u get too bored and decide to ditch you can stop by I guess, I'm feeling better now."-to Mathew

"Alright I'm leaving now." -Mathew

I shake my head and lock my hone, pulling my self out of bed, walking into my bathroom. I wash my face and reapply the makeup I ruined. I walk downstairs and pick up a little bit, bleaching our kitchen counters and washing the dishes in the sink that way there aren't any visible. I straiten up the pillows on the couch and polish the coffee table, my sweep up the floors a little and by the time I'm done the house looks fairly well.

I sit on the couch and turn on the tv and the top 20 for CMT comes on playing the song "my kind of crazy" by Bradley Gilbert making me smile. There's a knock on the door and I roll off the couch to retrieve the door and Mathew has a soft smile placed on his lips. "Come on in," I invite and he nods, he pulls his hoodie off and drapes it over the back of one of our kitchen chairs and he flops in one of the chairs.

"School sucks today." He tells me and I nod giggling.

"They can't hold down a good day without me can they?" I say as a joke but he just nods and lifts his eyebrows in an almost tired way. He lifts his shirt UBER his face and yawns.

"Yeah I wish I could have had your position today, you got to sleep all day." He scolds and I laugh.

"What time did you go to sleep last night?" I ask and one corner of his lips curves into a smirk.

"Erm.. I didn't." He says and my jaw drops.

"What were you doing?!" I ask putting a hand in my forehead, I can't believe he stayed up all night.

"Thinking." He says like its a statement everyone should know.

"About?" I ask waving my hand out for him to continue.

"You.. And that Tyler Dawson guy." He says and my cheeks flame, I hate talking about
Tyler, he's a disgusting man who I will never ever have to deal with again in my life.
"I'm sorry it just pisses me off... I wish I could just g my hands in him.. That's all I want." He says and I get up from my chair and he does too, as if he thought I might pass out or something.

My eyes shoot to the floor and he grabs my hand and pulls me closer, and I grasp the cloth on the back of his t shirt as his arms envelope around me. Tears slip down my face, but I feel something I've never felt before now. An assurance of safety.