𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

₁₃. 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉

"𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝
𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭"

♫ moodswings - 5sos
(i suggest listening to the song as you read)

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CHAPTER 13
"EMOTION RUSH"

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ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ real life ♡ྀི ₊

previously...

the last thing matt hears before finally getting outside is a familiar voice yelling his name over and over.

as the doors shut, the cold breeze of the air hits matt's face. his heart still beating quickly, he looks around and sees a bench. he rushes to it, sitting down while trying to calm himself.

matt shuts his eyes, holding his head, taking slow, deep breaths. he opens his eyes when he feels a weight on the other end of the bench. lifting his head, he looks over to his side—it's chris. seeing his brother fills him with a rush of emotions.

chris frowns when he sees matt's lip tremble, his eyes filling with tears. "hey, calm down. it's okay, i'm here," he says quietly, wrapping an arm around matt's shoulders and pulling him into a hug.

after a few minutes of silence, chris carefully asks, "do you wanna tell me what happened?" he looks over at matt, waiting for him to speak. matt shrugs. "i don't even know. all i kept hearing in my head was the same name being shouted at me repeatedly," he says quietly. not wanting to press too hard, chris questions, "what name?"

matt hesitates, unsure if he even wants to say it out loud. instead, he looks away. before he can answer, the doors open again, and melina walks out, running toward them, smiling. "layla got the textbooks! look!" she says, showing them the two books in her hands. her brows furrow when she sees matt not even facing her or chris.

melina slowly lowers the books and asks, "what's going on? did something happen?" chris shakes his head. "nah, nothing happened. i was just bored of waiting inside, and matt got a phone call," he says, lying to cover for his brother.

melina looks over at matt and, without thinking, blurts out, "oh, josie, right? it's still odd that you're still talking to her, but whatever." she laughs dryly.

at her comment, any feelings matt had inside the library immediately vanish, replaced by the familiar annoyance and hatred toward her.

he turns to face her, glaring. "no, it wasn't josie. it was my mom. thanks for showing me the textbook. you can leave now," he crosses his arms across his chest. "you don't have to involve yourself in this too." matt says, his tone agitated, emphasizing his words.