Matt's feelings for you were so damn overwhelming for him. He'd had crushes before, sure, when he was younger. Those girls, he'd liked them a lot, yeah, but not the way that he liked you. It was a lot, the way you made his heart race and pound against his chest, the flush that blossomed in his cheeks if you did anything remotely nice to him. Even a single smile would have him melting like putty in your hands.

So needless to say, getting to tutor you was the best experience of his life. People think you're so mean and cruel, bitchy, but you're not like that. Not with him. Maybe he's your soft spot—he'd be completely fine, more than that, if he is. You make him feel stupid with love, completely dumb with how badly he wants to be yours. He'd never expected to suck up the courage to go on a date with you.

The date was great, yeah, wonderful. But it was when he'd brought you back to your house after where everything had almost changed, for the better, he'd say. You were saying your goodbyes, and then.. you two were kissing. It was good, a really good kiss. Awkward, yeah, but that was expected. And then he'd headed home with the taste of you lingering on his lips.

It was like you had his feelings inside a ziploc bag—fuck, he loves you so, so much. More than anything, you've got him practically floating in the air like he's dreaming.

Your name's literally his password for.. an embarrassing amount of things.

But he was confused now. What were the two of you? His friends had told him you'd been saying you and him were just friends, but.. Matt knew there was something more between the two of you. Were you ashamed? Since he wasn't as cool as you? A fear took over him, clouding his judgement and causing him to head over to your house without thinking.

"We've gotta talk," he'd gotten too comfortable and started to think the two of you were really a couple. But he wanted to be your boyfriend, so, so bad. Shit, you've got him sprung.

"Please," his tone was almost whiny in nature.