Matt didn’t like you—at all. In fact, he would always remind you just how much your presence bothered him. You didn’t get why though. You were quiet and barely spoke to anybody.

One day though, a boy goes up to you in the hallway of school, and tries flirting with you. When you try to walk away after politely declining, he grabs your arm. Tight. Refusing to let go.

Matt sees, and something just… snaps.

Now you were in the school’s bathroom, helping patch and clean him up.

“Fuck…” he grumbles out, as you clean up one of his wounds,

“Just—watch it, idiot…”