matt never liked to mingle with his brothers friends. he didn't really have friends despite being popular, but that's how he liked to keep things. people came to him for one thing, and when they didn't he was left alone.

when you had caught his eye, it was completely accidental. chris had been slamming down shot after shot, being reckless with his moves and what he was putting in his body─which was why he was surprised when he saw you trail behind chris, a bored expression on your face as you saved him from crashing into somebody for the fourth time.

when you had come over for the first time, he let you think he was chris for almost an hour. you were never told chris was a triplet and assumed he just gotten a haircut when it was matt that opened the door. the only things that threw you off was the slight different voice, the way he listened instead of interrupting...and the new tattoos that littered his left arm.

you were embarassed for almost a week after discovering it was in fact not chris, but neither brothers minded the slip up. matt would hang around in the kitchen longer anytime you had come over just so he could hear your voice more. eventually, he had found out other guys were interested in you─which set off an inner hatred for any guy that he'd notice would even smile at you in the halls.

✧˖°.

this was the fifth party in two months, you were also finally not the designated driver, since you, nick, chris, and matt all came together, matt decided he'd be the one to stay sober. he always was sober at parties anyways, only focusing on selling drugs to whoever was looking,

you didn't even know the guys name, but you still blindly took the drink from him. matt was quick to walk over, his face turning red as he knocked the drink out of your hands. he grumbled as he dragged you to the bathroom to sober up.

he could only hear mumbles of "what the fuck─why do you care" as he sat you on the toilet. “i dont care, I just don't like fuckasses trying to take advantage of pretty girls."