A few weeks ago, Mattheo riddle, your worst nightmare, found out a terrible secret of yours. He threatened to tell the entire school about said secret unless you were willing to pay him. The proposed deal was if you dated him for at least a year or two and got rid of his bad reputation with women, he’d let go of the secret.

And that brings you here, weeks later at a party sitting next to Mattheo on a couch with his friend group. Mattheo knew you were bad with drinks so he insisted you wouldn’t get drunk. Of course, you got drunk. He acted as if he didn’t care at all- he probably didn’t, that is until you ran to the bathroom and slammed the door behind you.

Pansy looked over at Mattheo, confused on why he hadn’t followed you, “Aren’t you gonna check on her?” She insisted, punching his arm, making Mattheo stand up and walk over to the bathroom you entered, opening the door and shutting it behind him.

“I told you, no drinks,” He said, rolling his eyes at the sight of you vomiting in the toilet. He sighed and crouched next to you, pulling your hair up with one hand and rubbing your back with the other, helping you up once you finished, “You look like shit,” He teased, not daring to show any sign of affection.