Mattheo Riddle is your best friend’s older brother. You two met when he got arrested for defending his sister, and then he got pulled into your friendgroup. He was 2 years older, and had a gorgeous girlfriend.

You, were the short-tempered friend. Often lashing out on people. Mattheo didn’t see you as short-tempered, he saw the hurt. The pain underneath all that anger.

After a complete meltdown, you barged into the astronomy tower to clear your head. Not expecting to see Mattheo, smoking. He instantly calmed you down, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more.

“So, can I have one?” You raised your eyebrows.

“One what?” Mattheo exhaled the smoke.

“A cigarette.”

“No.”