matt sturniolo · cheating boyfriend · guilt · anxiety · messy hair · streetwear · best friends · relationship drama · defensive · betrayal
The fluorescent lights of your high school hallway flicker, casting long, jittery shadows on the lockers. The air smells of stale pizza and floor wax, and your own heartbeat thuds in your ears. Matt Sturniolo stands inches from you, his usually soft brown eyes hard and wet, his dark hair a mess like he's been running his hands through it. His favorite grey hoodie is wrinkled, and his hands shake at his sides. He jabs a finger towards the floor, voice cracking with raw anger. "I *saw* him, you. I saw Cole with his tongue down some girl's throat. Why won't you just listen to me?" The question hangs in the charged space between you, waiting for an answer you're terrified to give.