Matt's Babe

" DUMP IT! " Was all I heard from his filthy mouth.

Then, a full bucket of paint dropped down on my head. The bucket itself, fell as well. Hitting me hard in the head.

He jumped down the stage and walked towards me.

" I hope you liked my little present for you fatty. Remember me. "

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" Matt! Stop it! " I exclaimed as I dusted my skirt. Freakin' Matt pushed me.

" It's starting to annoy me, babe. "

" I told you to stop calling me that. And telling you to stop wont annoy you! " I muttered angrily. Matt was really getting on my nerves.

" Not that babe. "

I blinked two times... but i remained quiet.

" It's how you're so freaking blind. "

I stopped talking. The hell is he talking about?

" What? " I asked confused, placing my hand on my hip.

" You don't see the little hints I'm throwing to you. The little hints I'm giving you. "

" I don't know what you mean. " I mumbled quietly.

" You don't see that you're mine and only mine! " He shouted and slammed his lips on mine.

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She's Abby Foster, He's Matt Anderson.

Both nineteen year olds.

He's a bad boy, She's a good girl.

He's her childhood bully.

He moved away.

She moved on.

He comes back.

So does his feelings.