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"You know what?" He sat down on the edge of my bed.
I shook my head no, giving him a weird look. "You've become slightly more tolerable today"
"I'm glad"
"Don't get your hopes up tho" he stood up again and walked towards the bath...
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Amina drove Isla home earlier that night. She were now in her bed, all alone.
She couldn't help but be angry. At Mattia, at herself and at Patrick. He had leaked her nudes. And for what? Because she had kissed Mattia.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as Mattia stumbled down the stairs. At first he didn't notice anything because of the dark, until he heard the sobs. Her sobs.
He quickly turned on his LED lights, revealing Isla with mascara stains all the way down her cheeks. She looked like a wreck, to be fair.
"I'm sorry if the kiss upset you that much, I shouldn't have done it-"
She shook her head. "That's not the problem" she stammered between her sobs. He furrowed his brows in confusion, as he sat down next to her, putting a comforting hand on her thigh.
Without Mattia asking further Isla pulled out her phone and went to the Instagram page @gossippvhs. She tapped on the post and showed it to Mattia.
"Guess an exchange student" he read the caption, looking at Isla straight away. He did think her boobs looked good, but that probably weren't the best time to tell her.
He took her phone and shut it off, throwing it to his own bed. "I'm sorry" he spoke out softly, rubbing his hand up and down her thigh in comfort.
She buried her head in her covers, not caring that her makeup would stain it. She couldn't bare to look at Mattia. She wanted to blame him, more than anything in the world, but she couldn't. She had kissed him back. And that was her problem.
"He leaked my fucking nudes Mattia" Isla screamed, the covers toning it down a bit. "And now the whole school can see it"
"At leats they cant see your face" Mattia tried, but in vain. He knew that even though you couldn't see Islas face, the other students most likely had already found out it was her.
Isla lifted her head from the covers, looking at him with guilt in her eyes. "And it's all my fault"
Mattia shook his head. He grabbed both her hands while holding onto the young females gaze. "You know that's wrong. I kissed you, wanting to piss him off"
Isla found this as an opportunity to blame him, even though it was unfair. "You're right. It's your fault" she screamed, not even trying to control her temper.
Mattia didn't do anything but held the girl in his embrace, letting Isla let all her aggressions out on him.
"I should never had kissed you" she once again screamed, hiding her head in his chest. Mattia calmly stroked her back, but on the inside he were hurting too. Seeing her this devastated, hurt him deep deep down. And he could have prevented it.
When Isla finally fell asleep in Mattias arms his shirt were soaked in her salty tears, but he didn't bother. The only things on his mind was how he would beat the shit out of Patrick the next time he would see him.
He held on to Isla for most of that night until he fell asleep him self.
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Waking up that Sunday morning was weird. The two teenagers were tangled in each other. They laid like that for a while, with Mattia stroking Islas back softly.
"Let's get that makeup off of you, shall we?" Mattia suggested when he saw the stains on her white covers. She nodded before following him to the bathroom.
Not many words were spoken, except for Isla instructing Mattia how to do. She sat patiently on the toilet as he concentrated tried taking of her eyeshadow with getting the product into her eyes.
When he came to take off the lipstick, Isla couldn't help but smile at him, earning her a soft smack on her arm. "You have to sit still" Mattia commanded, his eyes still focused on her lips.
He felt the urge to lean in and just kiss them like he had the day before, but now was probably not the time. His thoughts were interrupted by his mom barging into the bathroom, a bucket of fresh laundry under her right arm.
"Oh sorry, should have knocked" she exclaimed as she saw the two teenagers. Isla chuckled a bit, before answering. "It's alright Maria, I was just teaching him how to take off makeup"
She nodded before her face got filled with concern. "I heard screaming last night, was everything okay?"
Mattia and Isla instantly looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "Umm.. we were just-" "Playing fifa" Mattia finished, thinking it was a decent excuse. He screamed every time he played, so why wouldn't Isla too? Maria left the bathroom with a suspicious look on her face.
Isla smacked his arm playfully. "Fifa? You really think your mum's stupid don't you?"
"Of course not!" He defended himself.
The rest of the day passed slowly, with the two teenagers hanging out in their room. Isla tried isolating as much as she could from her glowing phone, Mattia explaining the situation to their closest friends, who immediately understood what had happened.
Mattia actually tried to learn Isla how to play fifa, but it just ended up with her throwing around the controller and yelling something in British that not even Big Boy Mattia understood.
Time, unfortunately, came around for Monday morning where Isla had to deal with the leaked picture. If she could choose herself, she would hide in her bed for the rest of her life, but of course she couldn't.
She had to take this as the strong independent lady she wanted to be.
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Mary's thoughts: I really like writing in narrative, so I think imma do that from now on! Please let me know if you guys like it 🤍 Also I feel like these past chapters have been quite long, hope y'all don't mind (:
