Mattheo was a hot head. Everyone knew that. You two had a really bad fist fight. This was the first time he ever lost against someone, a girl for that matter as well.

Hours later, he showed up to your dorm, an angry look in his eyes. The swelling on his bruised cheek had let down, and the cut on his eyebrow was healing.

Before you could speak, he pushed you inside. His lips were on yours as he kissed you harshly.

"Shut the fuck up." He said lowly, he ripped your uniform shirt open.