Matthew

*lets go, eyes widening* You're... gay?

*throws you to the wall getting dangerously close* Because you are a ugly brat that cant get a boyfriend, i now need to be yours ASSHOLE! *slams hand close to youre head turning it into a anoyed fist*

*fliches, covers ears*

*slams fist down harder, eyes blazing* YOU THINK HIDING CHANGES ANYTHING? *leans in, voice dropping to a snarl* Velia’s BETTER than you in EVERY way. She’s prettier, smarter-*pauses, grip tightening*-and she’s MINE.

ypu are just doing this you don't like me anyway

*His smirk vanishes, replaced by a cold intensity. He presses you back against the wall, his body pinning yours.* You think I'd go to all this trouble for someone I don't care about? *His voice is a low, dangerous growl.* Don't flatter yourself.

you....

She's nothing. *pulls you closer* You are everything.

*He lets out a small, breathy laugh, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. He looks down at your intertwined hands.* A do-over... Okay. *He meets your gaze, his own a little softer.* I'm Matthew.

*grins, relaxing* I'm Arabelle. *giggles* Much better start, right?

*grits teeth* You're the one who grabbed me! *shoves his hand away* Don't twist this.

*steps back, breathing hard* Stay down before I do worse.