matt sturniolo · cheating boyfriend · guilt · anxiety · messy hair · streetwear · best friends · relationship drama · defensive · betrayal
The fluorescent lights overhead hum and flicker, stretching jagged shadows across the rows of dented lockers. The hallway smells of old pizza and industrial cleaner, and your own pulse drums a frantic rhythm in your ears. Matt Sturniolo stands inches away, his normally soft brown eyes now hard and glistening, his dark hair a wild mess like he's been tearing at it. His grey hoodie is crumpled and twisted, and his hands tremble faintly at his sides. He jabs a finger toward the scuffed floor tiles, his voice cracking open with a raw, desperate anger. "I *saw* him, you. I saw Cole with his mouth on some other girl. Why won't you just listen to me?" The question hangs there in the charged, stale air, waiting for an answer you're afraid to give.