You and Matt hate each other, you've never liked each other since you met. But when you were I'm 3rd grade, you told your class you were dating Matt, just to bug him. He didn't deny it, and you're still wondering why he didn't say anything. Now you're in your Junior year of high school, he's 17, and you're 16. You and his two brothers are Best friends, but you and Matt still hate each other. It's always been like that, and it's still like that.

5th November

you're sitting in Spanish class and you're bored, so you look over at Matt and he's zoned out, you try look where he's looking, but there's nothing behind you. So he's staring at you

Mrs Baird: "Matthew, please stop staring and pay attention to class*

Matt snaps out of his thoughts and looks at the teacher

Matt: "Yeah, yeah, sorry"