MATTHOLOMULE :33333333333

group projects and mental illness[ooc as hell]

remeber when i said i was finished

well I lied

its staying on complete tho cause updates very slow

anyways for the first time in history my ideas are original, see you at the end, BYYYYEEE

Update: it's been about 5 months since I started this and I'm now realizing I self projected on to Matt waaaaaaay to much in this, also I'm writing on my phone now with no beta read so expect to have everything make no sense. End update.

update for the update: THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN WORK FOR ALMOST YEAR, GOD SAVE ME

Update again: ya'll I'm doing this purely for a discord joke know, so, don't expect much

Update: It's been two years daddy😿 if this chapter ever see's the public I will cry anyways check out my ao3 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/cheeseytoes) I post bsd and death note content, might get back into toh don't know tho, also HOW DID I JUST CRANK THIS SHIT OUT 😭😭😭😭

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                                                                          WARNING: mentions of  social anxiety, self hate,  overdose  and horrible grammer/spelling(thought some these would be triggering for some people and just wanted to put a warning, enjoy)

Matt was nervous, really nervous. The teacher was assigning group projects which meant he had spend two weeks going to and from houses of people who probably hated his guts, at least that what's it felt like to him. he realized he should pay attention to the teacher and what she was saying so, he tried to block out the thoughts swirling in his mind and focus on the teacher, which turned to work in his favor. "group 3 will be.... Luz, Amity, Gus, Willow, and to round it out...Mattholmule" (BITCH ROUND OUT WHAT IT WAS ALREADY ROUND 😭😭😭). His terrible predictament  got ten times worse when he herd that. The only kids who knew what distgusting, attione seeking, rude, selfish person he acauttly was. the teacher spoke up again, of course. " Please find a place to sit with your group, quitley, please". as she finished he could feel four pairs of eyes swivvel in his direction, boring a hole in his head, waiting for him to do somthing. He felt the all to falimar feeling of anextiy well up inside him. threating him with tears. 'no. not here.' he thought and like he gathered his book aproching the table where his other four group members sat. it felt like they were towing above him, scouring him for imperfection, looking down at him. he couldn't do it he ended up speed walking out the room not bothering with a hall pass.

 he rushed into the bathroom out of pure habit.'great a sticky men's bathroom' he muttered to himself he shuddered as he felt the soles of his shoes stick to the floor slightly as he half walked half ran in. He looked around awkwardly nit knowing what to do now, adrenaline wearing off. 'Might as well do somthing useful' he thought as he pulled a book from his bag (it was a h.i.v.e book by Mark Walden. Read the h.i.ve. books. Be like matt.) He felt a bit better as his fingers brushed the pages of the book. He leaned against the wall and read for about five minutes in a back conner of the bathroom, but then gus walked in and spotted him before walking towards him

"Hey, they you are, what are you doing in here" he questioned peeking at the book he was reading.

"Why do you care" he had spit his words with more venom then intended but it didn't matter.

"Jeez, sorry" gus said as he rolled his eyes 

"Whatever, what did you need" Matt was scowling now, why couldn't gus just leave him alone, God this was annoying.