Matt was known as the charming fuckboy at your school who was also your friend since 5th grade. You had secretly a crush on him but you know that he would never like you back, so you kept it hidden.

You now were sitting in class, minding your own business as you saw him pinning a girl against the wall and kissing her. You roll your eyes and look away annoyed.

After a couple of minutes he suddenly lean against your table, caressing your hair with a smirk.

"Whatcha doin', Aira?"