𝗮𝗰𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 ✰ 𝙢.𝙥

035

Narrative

Isla walked with slow steps downstairs into her room, still processing what had just happened.
Mattia sat on his bed, with a not too happy expression on his face.

"Hi baby" Isla said as she walked up to him and gave his lips a quick peck.

"Don't do that" he brushed her off as he kept his empty gaze on the wall.

"What's up with you?" Isla asked as she threw her sports bag at her closet.
Mattia took a long moment to answer, a quick layer of tension spread throughout room, and Isla already had a feeling about where this would go.

"I saw you" Mattias voice grew angrier word by word. "You kissed Patrick Lettre, right in front of my fucking house, like I wouldn't notice"

Islas head fell back, not wanting to argue with the Italian in front of her. A deep sigh escaped her lips before she spoke up.
"Well then you must have seen that I didn't kiss him back?" As much as the girl wanted to stay calm, she couldn't help but feel the anger starting to rise inside of her.
"And that I, for a fact, did push him away?"
Isla walked the small distance between the two, so they were now face to face.

"Lips touching lips? That sounds like kissing to me" Mattia gave her a dry look, his arms crossed over his chest. He tried his best acting tough, but deep inside he was hurting.
This argument was hurting him.

Isla rolled her eyes, starting to grow annoyed too.
"Stop being so childish Mattia" she threw her hands in the air, hitting his shoulder slightly.
"Even if I had kissed him back, which I did not, we would've been even"

"Even? Does that make it alright for you to throw yourself at every guy that looks at you?" The boy spat, his intense gaze catching hers.

"What?"
His words fell like a punch to the stomach. Her own boyfriend had just slut-shamed her.
A puzzled look came upon Islas face as Mattia kept on speaking.

"First Maximo at playlist and then Patrick again? He leaked your fucking nudes Isla, and you still got into his car and kissed him"

"Shut up! You know nothing as to why I was in his car, and surely it seems like you doesn't care about it either" Tears started forming in the brits eyes. She tried blinking them away in vain, 'cause soon enough they were rolling down her cheeks.

"You cheated on me Mattia, and I forgave you so quickly, don't you remember that?" At this point Isla was yelling. "And now you're mad because somebody kissed me? That's ridiculous"
Isla wiped away some of the tears as she walked to her own bed.

"You know what else is ridiculous?" Mattia asked, the anger in his voice was not be misunderstood.
His hand pointed back and forth between the two before speaking again; "This"

"You're right Mattia" the tears were now streaming down Islas cheeks while Mattia still looked unbothered. "Maybe we don't work anymore" her voice turned into a whisper, both teenagers hearts shattered at the words that escaped Islas lips.

"Yeah..." His voice were thin too. "We don't work anymore" Mattia did everything to prevent his voice from cracking, but the lump in his throat made it hard.
Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as silence spread across the room, both teens just sitting in their beds and starring at nothing, waiting for the other to speak.
But none of them did.

Day eventually turned into night, and soon Islas soft snoring was heard on the other side of the room. Meanwhile, Mattia was held awake by his thoughts.

He knew he had overreacted. He knew he was the problematic one in their relashionship. And most importantly; he knew he had screwed big time up.
Again.

As the sun started rising dark circles had appeared under the Italians eyes. He got up, walked to Islas bed with soft steps.
He couldn't help but admire the girl in front of him. A ray of sunshine hit her face, highlighting the beautiful features of her face.
How could he ever let her go?
She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, yet he treated her like shit.
He hated himself for it, yet he couldn't help it.

He gently shook her arm until she started waking up.
"What do you want?" Isla groaned in a raspy morning voice.

In that moment all Mattia wanted to do was kiss her, but he knew he couldn't do that.
"I'm sorry"

Isla rose an eyebrow at the sudden apologise.
"Woah" she gentle rubbed your eyes. "Where's your pride?" She joked as she sat up against the bed frame.

"I mean it Isla" Mattia caught her gaze, laying a hand on her thigh. "I overreacted. You didn't kiss him and I should've just trusted you when you said it"

The girl didn't say anything. He had apologised for not believing in her.
But what about the rest?
His words still hurt her on the inside, and even though how much she wanted to forget it she couldn't.

"Can we have some bomb makeup sex now?"

Islas head shut up, not believing Mattias words.
"You're unbelievable" the anger from yesterday once again started to appear. "You really just apologised so we could have se-"

"No! That's not what I meant, I swear"  The boy tried saving himself. He had meant his apology.
He was just horny.
What was wrong with that?

Isla got up in rage, she felt like screaming. This boy made her all soft and then completely screwed her over.
He had practically slut-shamed her yesterday, and for what?
He had accused her of cheating, but she didn't even kiss Patrick back.
This relashionship wasn't healthy anymore, and she had finally realised.

"I can't do this anymore Mattia"

Mary's thoughts:
This chapter isn't very well written but I wanted to give you guys two chapters today.
Thanks for 30k reads, y'all are insane!