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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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The rest of the day passed quickly. When the final bell rang out at PVHS, students crowded into the hallway, packing their stuff away for the afternoon.
Isla quickly said a bye to her friends and rushed to the lockerrooms, since she had soccer practice, leaving Mattia to drive home alone.
He walked towards his car when his name were yelled out, making him turn immediately. He watched as the dark haired girl catched up to him.
Amina took a minute to catch her breath before speaking up. "Mattia, you have to promise me one thing"
The young male rose an eyebrow in confusion, awaiting a deeper explanation.
"Whatever you do, please take care of Isla" The Arabs voice were serious, something you weren't used to from the normally joking girl.
"What do you mean?" Mattia asked, feeling slightly nervous. Amina ran a hand through her hair before answering. "Isla is a strong girl, we all know that, but I think she's on the verge of breaking down. I would've too if the whole school had seen my breasts and being slut-shamed like that"
Mattia bit his lip slightly, couldn't help but blame himself for the whole situation. A light breeze hit the two teenagers as they stood on the bare pavement of the parking lot.
"Just promise you'll take care of her. She needs you" The female softly spoke out before leaving Mattia standing next to his car.
"I promise"
He got in the drivers seat and soon rolled out of PVHS's area. The drive home felt more silent than usual, missing the girl that usually would sit in the passenger seat next to him. Not that they spoke much during their car rides, but just being in each other's presence spoke a thousand more words than being alone.
Some soft tunes played on the radio, nothing Mattia usually would listen to, but on this weird Monday afternoon nothing felt more right than listening to it.
The car came to a stop as he parked in the driveway of his house. He unlocked the front door, yelling a "hello" but getting no response. Luca Polibio was at his restaurant, probably accompanied by Gianluca whilst his mother, Maria, was working late.
It was always like this on a Monday, giving him a few hours of reflection time until Isla would come walking down the stairs, all covered in sweat and completely imperfect from her soccer practice, yet all Mattia saw was perfection when he looked at her.
He laid himself on the bed, waiting for her footsteps upstairs. The hours of waiting felt longer than ever until he finally heard the front door open. She came stumbling down the stairs as she did every Monday, her hoodie in one hand and her cleats in the other.
"Hey" she softly spoke out before throwing herself onto Mattias bed.
"Hey"
Isla flipped onto her stomach, staring at the white ceiling. "Today was weird" she stated, blinking her eyes boringly. "Patrick's a dick"
Mattia turned to his side so he could look at the female laying next to him. She looked rather peaceful in this moment, but on the inside a storm were raging.
Mattia took a deep breath before speaking up, having a lot on his mind. "Patrick's wrong, you know that right?"
She turned her head, the two locking eyes immediately.
"You're not a slut, skank or whore. You're an amazing beautiful girl, bringing so much joy into each of your friends lives"
Tears started forming in Islas eyes at Mattias word. Nobody had ever spoken to her like that, and she sure didn't expect Mattia to be the first.
"You're so much more than what he made you feel like" he finished off, not a single time breaking their eye contact.
"I am?" She asked, her voice tearful.
Mattia nodded in response, reaching for her hand and giving it a soft squeeze. She held onto his tightly as a natural silence occurred, as it had so many times before.
Mattia couldn't help but admire the girl laying right next to him. He took a deep yet short breath before leaning in, his lips softly touching hers.
He pulled away, to see her reaction. Isla gave him a small smile before leaning in a second time, connecting their lips as it was the only thing she ever wanted.
It were a soft, yet passionate kiss. If Mattia could decide, the it would've definitely turned into something more, but now was simply not the time. He didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability like that.
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Mary's thoughts: Idk if anything in this chapter makes sense but I really like it anyway
