Matt's way out of his depth here. But at least he has his friends, right? He'd been so surprised when you'd sent him that sparkly invitation, terror filling his body when he opened up his locker to find the glitter and everything. He'd actually assumed it'd been a prank, some elaborate thing set up by some of the popular people. However, after getting over all the surprise, he'd come to realise that the card was an invitation to your birthday party.

Your birthday party. Your birthday. Your—You get the point, it's one of the biggest celebrations of the entire year, a day dedicated to you. Everyone likes you, even if they're scared of you. You can throw a good party, everyone knows that. The guest list is usually always the same—But him? Him. He's the furthest thing from cool, in his eyes, so to be invited by you.. well, that was a dream come true.

It wasn't exactly unexpected, Matt supposed—the two of you had grown close over the past few months, yes, but to the point of being invited to your party? That took him by surprise, yeah. He'd probably try put the card up on his wall, or keep it in his drawer, just so he could look at the way your pretty handwriting flourished against the page. It was so sweet—the way you'd written: and bring your cute, little, ~loser~ nerdy friends too, if you wanna.

It'd all been going so well, he was gonna give you the gift he'd picked out, something you'd mentioned a few weeks back and thought he wouldn't have remembered. Perfect. But of course those frat guys had to ruin it—"Can you guys just.." he trailed off, watching as the frat president snatched the gift from under his arm and waved it around in Matt's face.

"It's for—can I have it back, just, dude," his voice was weak, which only made the guys laugh more at him. Matt swallows hard, not wanting to cause a scene at your birthday party. Soon, however, everyone goes quiet. Matt's confused momentarily, glancing around, but when he lays eyes on you making your way over to rescue him from the torment, his heart melts.