Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Reckless love

The colors of fall are the most spectacular. The sun shines, dewy grass glistens in the early moonlight and roads become decorated with warm colored leaves. I wander up to school with my oversized mouse grey sweater and black jeans. The crunch of leaves under my feet is soothing. I reach the school doors and haul them open, heading straight to my locker. I shuffle around in my much too big purse and pull out my phone, waiting for my friends to meet up with me. The school slowly begins filling with tired, over stressed students, one in particular catching my eye.

My eyes slowly trail after him, Matt, as he ambles to his locker, pushing through the crowded hallway. As he walked, he radiated an air of confidence and carelessness. A faded leather jacket is draped around his chiseled frame. He comes to a sudden halt in front of his plain grey locker that clashes with the matching dark grey walls that trap us inside the place many refer to as hell...school.

I carefully watch as he opens his locker, which is across the tiny hallway from mine, and pulls off his jacket before roughly shoving it into the small locker and slamming it shut. Without his leather jacket he is just wearing a pair of black ripped jeans and a plain white shirt revealing his tattoos that firmly trail up his arm. I momentarily stare in awe of his perfect body, hair, and confident stance. I hardly notice how drawn I am to his presence until his dark shameless hazel eyes land on mine. I quickly look down at the ground, nervously biting my bottom lip. I feel a soft hand cup my chin and lift up my head. I blink rapidly as the hallway lights shine in my soft yet piercing green eyes. His stare makes me feel insecure and I slightly shift the weight to my right leg. Automatically I begin nibbling on my bottom lip again, a bad habit that I have developed ever since my eyes first landed on his 5 months ago. Matt's touch sends a trail of goose bumps down my back and electricity briskly shoots through my veins.

As we stand in silence, surrounded by the crowded hallway, a grin forms on his normally cold, hard face. The type of grin that makes the butterflies in my stomach explode in all directions and my eyes light up. I look down at his tattoos, a boost of confidence suddenly springing to life inside of me.

"Why do you have so many tattoos?" I ask him curiously, softly grazing my fingers over his inked skin and studying it. It is a topic that I have never bothered to bring up for some reason.

"Each one tells a story about an important part of my life." He says, watching me carefully. I let out a shaky breath that I didn't know I was holding back.

"Can I be one of those stories?" I ask, looking up into his now loving hazel eyes. He nods as his face slowly inches closer to mine.

"You already are." He breathes, his face inching closer to mine until our lips collide. I pull away after a few seconds, both of us grinning. Matt slings his arm over my shoulder and we both begin walking to our first class for which i have no interest in.

Matt and I reach our class and take a seat at the back of the class as usual. Matt throws his legs up on the table and leans back in his chair with a sly smirk on his face. The teacher looks at him frustratedly but remains quiet and begins teaching the class. No one, not even the teachers try to mess with Matt or piss him off, I guess you could define him as the reckless bad boy. I look up at Matt to find him starring down at me.

"What?" I ask him quizzically.

"Don't worry about it." He chuckles and stares at the front of the class. I shake my head and pull out a pen, nibbling on the tip of it. I turn my attention slightly to Matt who is once again staring at me, his eyes darting between my eyes and my lips. I open my mouth to say something but before I can, Matt jumps to his feet and struts to the front of the class before exiting, waving off the teacher and signalling that he's going to the bathroom. I sigh and lean back in my chair, pulling out my phone and scrolling through Twitter.

My heart jumps as the very loud ring of the fire alarm suddenly blares through my ears. I snap my head up and see a panicked look on the other students. The teachers escorts everyone into the already crowded hallway and I follow at the back.

A hand wraps around my arm and suddenly I am being jerked in the opposite direction of the flow of the crowd. I let out a yelp as I follow the person outside of the school.

"Ok let me go." I snap and rip my arm out of the persons strong grip. A familiar chuckle is heard and I look up to find Matt grinning at me.

"Damn babe. Calm down." Matt laughs as he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me to his chest. I giggle slightly and roll my eyes.

"That's like the 3rd time this month that you've pulled the fire alarm, babe!" I scold Matt who then only squeezes me tighter to his chest.

"Whatever. Let's just go." Matt hums, dragging me to his car that is parked in the small parking lot school. Matt roars up the engine and automatically places his large hand on my left thigh, the other is gripping the steering wheel. I lean my head against the window, watching the leaves fall from the almost bare trees and gently fall on the ground.  As we drive further into the city, my mind realizes where we are going.

Matt pulls his car into an alley that is surrounded by old, abandoned apartment buildings. The windows have been broken and the building has bullet holes in the side, delivering a sketchy sense, however with Matt I feel safe.

I jump on Matt's back and wrap my arms around his neck, peppering kisses on his face as he carried me inside the building and up all of the stairs.

"I'm so glad I have such a strong handsome boyfriend who will carry me up all these stairs." I giggle, running my right hand through his shaggy hair.

"And I'm so fucking lucky to have such a sexy girlfriend" Matt says, his voice raspy and deep. We finally reach the top of the stairs where a tall grey door is. On the other side is mine and Matt's all time favourite place. Matt opens the door and kicks it open, revealing the breath taking view that is behind it. On such a beautiful day like today, the sun sets a warm breezy glow over the city as we walk out on to the roof top. I stare in awe at the beauty. Matt gently pushes me against the roof top edge and plants a soft kiss on my neck. I turn around to face him and push my lips against his. He pushes his hands under my shirt and holds me close to his body, pushing us closer against the railing edge. I kiss his lips with lust and passion, my hands finding their way to his hair again. I pull and tug at his hair, earning moans and grunts from Matt. I brush my fingers down his back, lifting his shirt up at the bottom and grazing my fingernails over his bare skin. I take Matt's lower lip in my teeth and slowly pull away from the kiss then letting go off Matt's lip. I lick my lips and Matt dived for my neck hungrily. He immediately finds my sweet spot and starts sucking on it, moving lower every so often and leaving a trail of hickeys down to the valley of my breasts. He blows cool air up the trail sending shivers down my body. I moan quietly, biting my lip hard. Matt lifts my body up and carries me away from the railing to the middle of the roof too where he sets me down on the ground. He hovers over me and dips back down to capture my lips. Our tongues fight for dominance until he wins and explores my mouth. Nothing new. I run my fingers under his shirt, feeling his muscles and slowly lifting it over his head. More tattoos are spread over his body. My hands skim over the tattoos until I stop on one specific one. I stare at it momentarily and Matt notices. He looks down at the tattoo that I am looking at before looking in my eyes with a smirk plastered on his face.

"You have a tattoo of my name?" I ask Matt, looking up into his shining eyes.

"Of course. You're an important part of my life baby girl. I got it a few days ago." Matt whispers, his face millimetres away from mine.

"I love you so much." I breath, smiling. Matt replies by re-connecting our lips and running his hand over my body.
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