POV: Matthew 1

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I come home from a long night of playing Football, and I see Jessica on the couch looking upset. She's never been mad at me before. She usually gets up to hug and kiss me when I walk through the door. The look she gave looked like she was furious. As if she had just been betrayed. Thousands of thoughts are running through my mind. Was is because I went to my friend's house? Was it because I celebrate with my twin, Matius, and my best friend, Joshua? Maybe I should talk to her. I mean, the whole 4 years we've been dating, she usually forgives me if I'm out late or with the boys. Jessica doesn't look like herself. Her hazel eyes have now turned red. Her hands are clenched. Her foot is tapping the floor. All as she looks at me with anger. If I talk to her, what will she do? There are many outcomes, but I don't know about this one because I've never seen her this mad before. Actually, she's not mad, she's furious. Like how Popeye is when he eats spinach. I'm going sit next to her and talk it out hoping she forgives me.

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