him [𝗺.𝗽]

20

mattia has been ignoring you for what felt like a year, but it's really been 5 days.

you tried going over to see him but he made his little brother tell you he wasn't home but you knew he was.

he would leave you on read and not respond to your text.

after a small quarantine break it was time to go back to school so you exhaustedly pulled your self up to get dressed.

you put on a nice pair of a hoodie w joggers with white forces and your hair in a bun. you didn't really care how you looked.

you drove to school with jay in the front and when you arrived yall went your different ways. (bc of grade)

you seen mattia at his locker with his group of friends and went up to him and you were nervous as fuck.

y: can we talk please?

you looked at Alejandro and kairi who looked like they were ready to listen to what you had to say.

y: in private.

they smacked their teeth and closed their locker.

you pulled mattia's arm until y'all arrived in a empty class room, it was a bit dark but you didn't care because the morning sky was kinda shining through the windows.

y: mattia please talk to me.

he rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

you were way shorter then him so you sat on the table so you could be a bit taller and you grabbed his chin making him look at you.

y: mattia.
you let go of his face.

m: what the fuck you want me to say.

y: I don't know. I just need you to talk, say something so I won't feel so fucking bad.

m: is that what you think I'll do? you think I will sugarcoat this? no. you should feel fucking bad. you made me feel so fucking bad about the jenna thing and now your doing the same thing. your a fucking hypocrite y/n.

you were frustrated, irritated, mad, and sad. your feelings was all over the place and you just wanted to cry and rip your hair out.

y: mattia I'm sorry, if you want me to tell you everything then I will but I am so sorry. i-I don't know what I was fucking thinking-

m: you clearly weren't.

y: I'm fucking trying here. your being a dick. at this point I'm about to stop caring because clearly you fucking don't.

you were about to hop off the table but he moved closer in between your legs to stop you.

he grabbed your chin and looked at you directly in your eyes.

m: I do fucking care.
he tilted your head a bit until the V was showing and then let go.

m: I just wanna know why the fuck you let someone brand you. you had a whole ass boy in your room and no telling what y'all did and you just expect me to believe you and then forgive you.

you looked at his eyes and then his lips. yall were very close and you just wanted to fuck him because of how hot he looked mad.

you controlled yourself and just pushed him back a bit so you could get up.

y: you know what fuck you, I was hurt when the jenna thing happen so yea I feel your pain but I fucking forgave you. and I know what I did was wrong but ughh fuck you.