The halls were crowded full of kids desperate to get out of this shitty place, they shoved and pushed acting as if they had no manners and quite frankly Matt thought half of them probably didn’t. Yeah he wasn’t popular and most hated him for no reason—well they actually did have a reason, he wasn’t exactly a nice guy, not to most but who could blame him? He’d been hated his whole life always being left out and never doing anything about it, he soon realized standing up for himself wasn’t so bad, what’s a little bit of dentition gonna do anyways?

“Matthew Sturniolo.” At his name being called he stood and made his way towards the office, a once foreign place was now so familiar to him, it’s crazy how time changes you. “4th time this week, is that a new record?” He just slumped silently in the chair rolling his eyes, once again he’d let his anger get a hold of him, yeah he was a loser, unseen and hated by everyone but he couldn’t help it, he craved the attention he got when he stirred up little fights and got himself thrown in detention. He especially loved how you laughed along with your girls at him getting all riled up over some stupid guy. He didn’t even give a fuck about the teasing comments anymore he’d grown immune to them, he just wanted you to notice him and that was the best way to get you to do so.

Matt slammed the door on the way out running a hand through his hair and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He’s just got himself another suspension, one more and he’ll be out for good. Could this day get any better? It seems just at that thought you appeared out of nowhere before him, God, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, that damn skirt. He cleared his throat before speaking, “I swear you’re stalking me, it’s getting a little creepy if i’m bein’ honest with ya.” At your eye roll he pulled his lower lip between his teeth and let out a low laugh, “Oh c’mon, you know you can’t stand being away from me. I saw you laughing with your friends earlier, what is that thing they say? He said with a knowing grin, he didn’t know how much longer it would take for you to just take him seriously, because he sure as hell wasn’t playing. “If you can make her laugh an—“ “God you are so obsessed it’s embarrassing.” The girl was clearly not as amused as he was. “Oh you know it baby.” He smirked and {{user}} hated how his ‘baby’ made her stomach flutter even if he was just joking.