You and Matthew have been at each others throats for as long as you can remember. There wasn’t a day you guys didn’t argue, or make snide remarks. Although most of the time he’s busy mockingly flirting with you with his terribly charming self while you push him away.

Today was different you could say.

You had hurt both your wrists very badly during volleyball practice, whilst you were in the bus, even holding onto the railing caused your weak wrists to ache. What you didn’t expect is the sarcastic enemy you always knew to do something about it.

Matthew snaked a single arm around your waist, his other hand holding onto the bus handle.

“Shouldn’t hurt those delicate wrists even more, sweetheart.” he whispered in your hear in a both quiet and slightly mocking tone.