Forbidden Love

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  Fernanda was seated right beside the annoying kid, Matthew. A russian american student who wouldn't shut the hell up. 

  "Would it hurt..." He said to Fernanda. "If-if you cut your arm off?" A clear and unbothered smile spread across his face. He was not aware of the hatred people felt when hearing sound appear from his mouth. Or maybe he knew but didn't care at all.

  Like Noé had said, Matthew didn't learn his lesson after he got beaten by Jorimiah.

  "Could you do your work and stop talking, like jeez." Fernanda placed her pencil on the hardwood table and glanced over at Jessica's paper and picked up her pencil again.

  "Babushka" the Russian boy said with an accent, then turned behind him to Landon. As he annoyed his classmates, his elbow pressed against Fernanda's shoulder.

  "MATT-" She paused, letting the bell ring, she gave Matthew a despised gaze. "He's lucky the bell saved him." She murmured to her best friend, Angelina, who was walking toward the door with her.

  Matthew had raced out the door, already headed to the cafeteria. The lunch ladies served mashed potatoes and a packet of cranberries on the side. Angelina and Fernanda made their way to sit, and placed their trays down. Fernanda immediately opened her mouth. Not to suck nor shove food in her mouth, but to speak ill of Matthew.

  "So yeah, Matthew just-is so annoying, and I cannot stand it when he takes off his mask every 3 seconds to drink water."

  "Why do you guys hate on Matthew so much," Angelina says, "He just wants your attention."

  "Are you serious right now?" Fernanda fiddles with her foam tray, "He always talks no matter how much you reply and he won't ever listen to you when you tell him to shut up!" Her hand grips the milk carton.

  "But is that even a reason to be so mean to him? 'Cause he's not hurting anyone!" Angelina clenches a fist in her lap, her face was turning red.

  "Ugh!" Fernanda had had enough. She raised the carton of milk over Angelina's head and it spilled all over her hair. The white substance dripped along her face.

  "HAUgH!?" She gasped. Then slammed a fistful of mashed potatoes at Fernanda's white shirt. In the heat of the anger, they giggled. Laughing at how silly they were acting, especially over a boy! how silly!!! 😐

  The next 20 minutes, during their lunch break, they spent it washing out the gritty mess.

 
  Mr. P cackled, looking at his phone while the rest of the class worked on their team test. Fernanda was still frustrated with Matthew and his uncooperative ass. Nice ass. Her temper was on the rise once more, and the manifesting urge to slap him was unbearable.

  Angelina sat at the table next to theirs. Her gorgeous eyes spied around the room, only to land on Matthew. Oh how his mask fit so nicely around his jawline. His fresh cut, dazzling in the sunlight. Suddenly, Lizbeth snapped, right in front of Angelina's nose.

  "Huh? Yeah?" She turned to her tablemate.

  "So........."
 
  All was a blur to Angelina, her only focus was that of Matthew. She couldn't stand the staring anymore and went up to Jessica.

  "Can we trade seats? Please, just for today." She begged.

  "Why? No." Jessica said.

  "I wanna sit next to Fernanda! You can sit with Lizbeth and Autumn over there." Angelina pointed to the girls behind her.

  "Fine." They groaned, picking up their stuff.

  Soon, Angelina was settled and could have a better view of Matthew's beauty. Fernanda began talking to Angelina, but she was too busy admiring the boy. His long eyelashes sat heavily on his eyelids. She blushed.

  Quickly blinking away when Matthew turned his head to her direction. Angelina's heart fluttered uncontrollably.

  "What was number 4?" The annoying voice played with an unpleasant vocal.

  "We did that one, like, 30 minutes ago. Go get it from Jessica." Fernanda leaned slightly in the opposite direction, trying to get as far away from him as possible.  "Gosh, he's so annoying." She told Angelina, not caring if Matthew heard or not.

  "Just- don't bother him." Angelina hesitated.

  "What?? Bother him? He's bothering me!"

  "Don't say that." She replied, keeping back from getting emotional.

  "I don't get why you keep standing up for that loser. Matthew's a bitch!" The word scraped at Angelina's nerves.

  "You're the bitch, Fernanda. You're the bitch-y loser!" Matthew snapped at her.

  "Go away, no one was talking to you." Fernanda crossed her arms around her chest. (It definitely exists)

  It made Angelina relieved to hear Matthew's voice, but the way Fernanda was talking to him... Her hand moved without another thought.

  "This is why you can't get a girl-" SLAP*

  The class was quiet, except for the heavy breathing from Angelina. Matthew's mouth laid open (ready for dick) and the eyes of many were widened.

  The redness from Angelina's palm and Fernanda's cheek beamed.

  "Why.." words finally flew out of Fernanda. "Why would you slap me!?"

  "Don't... Call Matthew a bitch.." she fumed.

  "What do you mean?? Why are you acting like this?"

  " Yeah," one of the onlookers blurted, it was Jorimiah. " You like him or something?"

  "Yes, yes I do." Tears fell down her eyes and she ran out the classroom.

  "Hmph." Fernanda sat back, rubbing the burning side of her face. 

  Slowly the room became a clattering mess and nobody worried about Angelina. Nobody...except for Matthew.

  He rose from his chair after a few minutes and ran out the door as well. The air was freezing from the winter season. He lowered his mask to breath better as he ran. First looking in the quad and then the blacktop. A girl with long curly hair was no where to be found.

  Then Matthew heard sobbing coming from the girl's bathroom. He was reluctant to take another step from the entrance.

  His voice quivered, "Angelina..?" A gasp echoed, followed by sniffles and the stall being unlocked. The girl he'd been looking for was sobbing and her essence was burning with embarrassment. She walked out, stopping at the door.

  Her eyes would not lift off her feet. Matthew raised a hand to caress her hair. She looked up with surprise. A tear flicked into the air. Her lips pressed together. Matthew whispered her name and leaned in. Their faces hidden in a soft kiss.

Fuck off.

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