y/n's pov:
it was a saturday morning, bright and sunny, i was sitting on the hot bleachers as i looked down on the field. mattia was about to end his game. they were winning 3-6 as this was the first game of the season. i knew how much mattia loves soccer so i make sure to come to all his games.
"go baby!" i called out as he scored, he smiled looking straight at me. he sent me a kiss as he turned to his coach finishing the game. he lifted his shirt as he wiped his sweaty face. all the players began to walk away as mattia walked to me, until my ex pulled up to him. mattia looked at him as he carelessly listened to what he was saying.
my ex told mattia something as he pushed mattia, i quickly ran down the bleachers as mattia pushed back. he was way taller than my ex. mattia looked down on him intimidatingly. my ex pushed mattia again as i pulled mattia away. "what are you doing?" i asked my ex as i grabbed mattias hand. "oh nothing just letting him know a couple things" he said eyeing me.
i furrowed my brows, "you know i miss you" he said coming closer to me as mattia pulled me behind him. he stared down on my ex. "so you're really with him?" he asked laughing. "yeah. a problem?" i asked. "well yeah, you could've been with me" he spat as mattia grabbed my waist. "yeah i rather kill myself then be with you" i said as i pulled away from mattia.
"you know you want me" he laughed as i rolled my eyes. "go fuck yourself" i said as he stared at me. "why would i when i have you" he said pulling me to him. mattia reached for me pulling me close. "fuck off before i beat your ass " he said as my ex laughed. "don't ever disrespect my girl" mattia said. "talk shit on me but not ever on my girl. " he spat.
he had a dumb look on his face, "or what?" he asked. mattia put my hands up covering my eyes as he turned around. i didnt see what he did i just heard a groan from my ex as i opened my eyes he was on the ground. "that's what will happen" mattia said pulling me to him. we walked away, "i love you " he whispered. "i couldn't let you see my bad side" he mumbled.
"i always want you to see me as good" he whispered, "i do baby" i mumbled. "i know but your precious mind shouldn't have that image of me" he said meaning to punching my ex. he pulled my waist closer to him as he kissed my forehead. "my angel" he whispered.
i wanted him; but i had to let him go
