𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

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y/n walked into class and sat in the back like she always does. she put her hoodie on and laid her head down.

"hey girlyyy!" her bestfriend practically yelled. niaomi sat behind her.

"niaomi you be too damn loud for me." you laughed. you dapped her up cause that's what y'all do. she had beautiful carmel skin and black curly hair. her face was perfect.

you had been telling her about your morning when her face dropped. "girl didn't you and mattia say... y'all worked things out?"

y/n pov:

i rolled my eyes. "yeah he said we weren't going to date anyone because we still liked each other. i don't even know he's so fucking complicated." i laughed and turned around.

and there was mattia with another girl. he had his arm wrapped around her waist.  he made eye contact with me for a split second but looked away.

they sat down together and talked until class started. i was heated. he lied. he said we wouldn't date anyone until we were ready.

i planned to confront him after class, but when i saw that bitch put her head on his chest, i had to do something now..

i planned to confront him after class, but when i saw that bitch put her head on his chest, i had to do something now

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i rolled my eyes at his messages and put my head down.

it was after class and i was the last to get out. i walked out the classroom, but someone grabbed my shoulder. it was mattia.

i slapped him as hard as i could. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME WE SHOULDN'T SEE OTHER PEOPLE BUT GO AND GET A GIRLFRIEND?" i practically yelled. he covered my mouth and brought me into a storage closet.

"GET OFF OF ME." i pushed him off.

"look... i didn't say i liked you.. i just don't want you to move on."

"that doesn't make any sense mattia..." i said as i wiped my tears.

"it's like... i don't like you but i don't want you to be with anyone else." he mumbled looking down.

"what about me?! what about how i feel?! when can i move on?!"

he walked up to me and grabbed me by my chin. "never. i don't want anyone else to have you. you're mine."

he let go of my chin and i slid down the wall crying. he looked at me one last time and left...




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