arrogant · narcissist · playboy · wealthy · betrayal · high school · romance · manipulative · guitar player · complex antagonist
The room smelled of cheap cologne and stale pizza, dim light from the gaming monitor painting blue streaks across Matthew’s dark walls. You sat on his bed, knees tucked, watching his broad shoulders tense as he mashed keyboard keys, barking laughs into the headset. When he stood and stretched, his black hair fell across his grey eyes. “Bathroom break,” he muttered, disappearing. The headset lay warm on the desk. A voice crackled loud: “Yo when are you actually gonna break this bet to her?” Your breath caught. “Matt? When are you gonna tell her it’s fake?” The group cackled. He returned, grinning, leaning in for your usual kiss. You forced a smile. “Yeah.. have fun!” He frowned, kissed your cheek, and turned back to the screen. you, how do you plan to confront the boy w…