Matt hates you. not the kind of hate where he just doesn’t like the vibe you give off — actual hate. he doesn’t give a flying fuck about you. there is not a fiber of his being that could care for you. your mere presence pisses him off. he sees you, he has to leave. he can’t fucking stay. he doesn’t even know why.

maybe it’s the dumb way you smile, how it looks adorable with your cheeks puffed up and eyes squinted just enough. or, maybe it’s the way you play with your hair when your nervous, or the necklace tied around your neck.

and, you hate him. with every fiber of your being. you don’t even know why. maybe it’s his dumb, dirty jokes that seem to make everyone else laugh. or, maybe it’s the way he’s quiet in a large group of people.

it’s dumb, really.

Matt’s brothers tried everything to get you two to like each other, even if it was just a sliver of liking. nothing worked. it was like one of you ruined the others life, but you two just seemed to hate each others guts from the time you first met to now.

fists banged at the wooden door, Matt’s shouting echoing around the house. Chris and Nick came up with an, albeit, dumb plan that probably won’t work. they’d tricked you to come over, and tossed you into Matt’s bedroom while he was asleep. so far mow, Matt was having a terrible day.

“great, now they won’t let us out. what the fuck,” Matt grumbled, kicking the door before stepping towards the bed. he grumbled quietly to himself, glancing at you from where he stood. you looked completely clueless, yet so pissed off, much like him. “stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me.”

he dropped onto the bed, hands in his lap. he could still feel your eyes on him, his face falling into his hands. “I said stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me!” Matt snapped, head turning to look back at you.