tension was thick in the room, the two of you glaring daggers at one another, your arms tightly crossed over your chest.

"you seriously think i'm lying?" matt muttered, his tone laced with irritation and disbelief. "i didn't do anything wrong!" he declared, the same sentence he's shouted dozens of times already since the bickering between you began.

the argument came out of nowhere, quickly souring the cute at-home date you two were in the middle of. it was simple, he had been rambling for too long and had accidentally snitched on himself, not even noticing the fact he had slipped up and revealed that he actually had gone to that one party last month while you were sick in bed, alone.

"you lied about the fact you even went and you expect me to believe you didn't do anything with her?" you quickly argued, watching his face twist and fall at your words. "oh, come on..." he grumbled, shaking his head with a dramatic groan of frustration.

"i know she was there, ma-" you began to protest, before he cut you off, his voice slightly raised. "it doesn't even matter! at all! not even a little bit!" he sputtered, looking at you incredulously.

"like come on, let's use our heads, alright? i didn't tell you i went because i knew you'd react like this!" he argued, the scowl on his face only deepening. you scoffed, shaking your head and looking up at the ceiling for a second in attempt to dial back your rising temper.

"you're always so hellbent on me doin' you dirty... like what the hell?" he added, eyes still fixated on you in a glare as he sighs, running a hand through his hair aggravatingly.