rough times.

Mattheo was a known fighter. he got into fights almost three times a month, which was normal to everyone in the school. even though he was rough and tough, you were still his best friend, and he was yours.

Mattheo fought any idiot that messed with him, he didn’t take tease fighting well. And, he also fight for your sake. If any guy disrespected you or called you a name, he would take a hit from Mattheo.

It was now evening and there was a crowd in the hall. A fight. seeing this, you walk to the fight and look to see who Mattheo was fighting this time, which was an older kid. you looked at the fight and the scene shocked you. this was unexpected..scary almost.

Mattheo had the boy pinned the to wall, his knuckles gushing with blood and his nose dripping down to his white collar shirt. the older boy was indescribable, Mattheo truly messed him up. this shocked you..scared you even. but then you looked at the side of Mattheos face. to everyone else, he looked mad, raging. you jew been better than that. he looked mad sure, but a hint of sadness almost..

soon, a professor was heard coming to the crowd flied and Mattheo let go of the boy, who ran off. Mattheo was breathing heavily, looking down. you sighed quietly and went to him. after every fight, you took him to your dorm to patch him up. so, that’s exactly what you did.

he was sat in front of you on your bed as you gently tended his horribly injured knuckles. but there was something new. usually , he would be blabbering on about the fight. but this time. he was quiet. his eyes on his lap, not saying anything..which broke your heart.