You knew Mattheo wasn’t the smartest, I mean he smokes away his brain everyday. But what he did was a new low…

You stand stand outside in the freezing cold, in a dark red dress and your make up done. You were waiting of Mattheo, it was your 2 year anniversary. You get a notification and check, Mattheo had posted on his instagram story. He was at a party… he forgot, you had been waiting for an hour and he was partying?! You text him. “Are you fucking with me?” TYPING… “What do you mean.?”