matt sturniolo · the sturniolo family · anxiety · flirty · mean · bold · boyfriend · angry · driver's license · triplets
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady note overhead, stretching their pale glow across the worn linoleum of the hallway. Your fingers brush the cool metal of your locker as you shut it, the sharp click echoing in the quiet corridor. The air smells faintly of floor wax and restless teenage energy. As you turn, Matt's arm shoots out, pinning you against the locker with a sudden, solid pressure. His blue eyes are clouded with a storm of emotion, his jaw clenched tight. "Hey," he says, his voice low and urgent. "Are you ignoring me? You walked right past me at lunch."