Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Ex Boyfriend

*Mamry's POV*

I went to school, not really wanting to since school was now just alike of hell.

My ex boyfriend Matthew just dumped me for one of the bullies that make me cut.

Brittany Polar.

Matt left me for Brittany and now I cut more and I hate school even more. Matt was the only guy keeping me going, and now I'm considering suicide soon.

I drive to school and walk into the building, ready to be called "lardo", "fat" and a "whore".

Even though I starve myself, causing me to be anorexic, everyone still calls me fat and ugly and over weight.

I walk into my horrible school and walk up to my locker. Written on it in black permanent marker were the words "FAT ANOREXIC ATTENTION WHORE".

I sigh and then glance over to the side of me. There, standing a distance away, were the bubbly blonde bitches, or the BBBs, twisting their permanent markers in between their fingers as they laughed at me.

And yes, one of those BBBs was Brittany, but of course I wasn't surprised.

I noticed Matt was standing by Brittany, not laughing along but not stopping them either, his arm around her but his eyes locked with mine.

I give Matt a look of hatred and then ignore the words on my locker. I open it and grab my Math books, then speed my way to Math class.

Of course, there entered half of the BBBs and Matt with Brittany. They both sat a couple seats behind me as Math began.

"Good morning class, today we are...Matthew and Brittany I am separating you two!" growls Mrs. Lincoln

I glance behind me and see them two are all over themselves. I roll my eyes and put my eyes back to the front.

"Matthew, come sit up front by Mamry. Brittany, you stay right there!" she hisses.

My stomach lurches when Mrs. Lincoln announces that Matt is moved beside me, but I keep my head ducked down.

Matt sighs and moves beside me. I wanted to cry, hide under my desk, or just die in a hole.

"Anyways" Mrs. Lincoln continues. "Work on pages 553-554 in your math book with your partners."

Oh God.

My new partner was Matthew...so that meant we had to talk to each other.

Now I just wanted to die. Not in a hole, but just hung on a rope.

Matt and I glance at each other and just open the math book. Matt's the only one to speak.

"So, I think number seven is -34?" Matt shares his thoughts.

I shrug but write down Matt's prediction anyways.

"And eight 67?" Matt answers next.

I stay quiet and scribble down the answer next.

Then Matt does something unexpected.

"Dammit, Mamry, why won't you talk to me?!" Matt whispers/yells, probably would've been yelling if we weren't in a full class.

I literally have my jaw drop and lock eyes with Matt finally. "Why am I not talking to you?" I repeat Matt's stupid question in shock.

Matt throws his hands in the air in confusion.

"Maybe because you ended it with me and went to suck face with the girl who writes lardo on my locker and makes me cut bloody slits on my wrist?" I hiss quietly, knowing there were cuts under my sweat shirt sleeves this moment.