Matt's not as popular as Chris—not really, however he's popular by association. Plus, Nick's popular since he's such a character in school. Everyone likes Matt, he's not as out there as his brothers, and he actually does his school work, gets on with teachers in the non-confrontational kind of way. He's known, that probably describes it. Matt's always liked the people in his year, but especially you.

You're in his form, so he sees you nearly every morning, has seen you for nearly every single day for the past few years. Matt wouldn't describe it as a crush though it most definitely is. Chris can see it, Nick can most definitely see it, and sure as hell can everyone else in your year. So when prom was coming up? People practically forced him to ask you as his date for the evening. You're the only person who doesn't know about how much he likes you.

He'd somehow managed to suck up the courage—no, he hadn't, on a subject trip, they'd literally yelled it at you on the coach that he wanted to take you to prom—and by some luck, you'd actually said yeah, you wanted to go to prom with him.

Matt had overheard you talking about what dress you were gonna wear with your friends in form, and he had to admit, you sounded like you'd look fucking amazing. You're in a similar place to Matt, in terms of popularity, a few of your friends are the girlfriends of Chris' mates, so popular by association as well. Everyone knew you'd be a great couple.

The moment you get over to him, complaining about the blisters your heels were giving you from dancing your ass of all night, he's quick to feel bad for you. "Shoulda' brought trainers, y'know," he mumbles, giving you a small smile. There was no way in hell you were gonna leave prom early, however, there was still a whole lot of food and drinks to eat, photos and videos to be taken.

You look so pretty—this might be the best night of his life. "You're so stubborn, my god," a laugh escapes him.