𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

clingy*

ily say it back for clear skin😌

-mattia's POV-

i scoffed as i changed to a dry shirt.

"bro. it's fine. it isn't your fault." kairi said trying to lighten up my mood.

"it is. i shouldn't have tried to make the fucking goal." i dried my hair with a towel.

our team lost 2-1. it was a minute and thirty seconds left with the score of 1-1. i tried to make a goal but sadly, the keeper got it. then after that, the other team scored leaving all of us devastated.

"our coach probably hates me now." i rolled my eyes at myself as i got my bag.

"nah, man. you're one of the favorites." ale smiled as he messed my hair up.

i shoot him a small and forced smile. "imma go now. y/n's probably worried. im staying over at her house." i dap them up and left.

i got my keys and started my car. (lets pretend mattia can drive)

i started driving and blasted music, dior by pop smoke playing.

i rolled down my window as my hair flew with wind.

"fuck you polibio!" i screamed as loud as i can.

im fucking dumb. that was all i could think of.

i arrived at y/n's house soon after. i then got off my car and knocked at the door, hoping y/n would open it and not her parents. i really dont wanna deal with shit right now since im probably gonna be mean and im not in the mood.

sadly, y/n's mom opened the door with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"hello mattia!" she exclaimed as she hugged me.

i tried hugging back, but i was too annoyed now.

"come in." she pulled my arm while closing the door.

"do you want something to eat?" y/n's mom pulled me to the kitchen.

"no thanks maam. im good." i tried forcing a smile, hiding the annoyance in my voice.

"oh come on. i have apple juice." she tapped my shoulder as she opened the fridge.

goddamn why are adults like this.

"no really. im good. where's y/n?" i said without pausing.

"are you sure?" she smiled at me.

im too tired for this shit. blow my fucking brains now.

"yes. now please, where's y/n?" i said annoyingly. noticing it after y/n's mom gave me a dirty look.

"she's upstairs in her room." she said plainly as she washed her hands.

well it isnt my fault that you're mad annoying.