The Final Kiss

Chapter twenty three

Tamera’s pov
 
As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the blurred vision of the ceiling. I turned my head to the window and I instantly shut my eyes again.
 
“Gosh why did I drink so much?” I mumbled to myself as I slowly raised up from the bed with my hands gently massaging my temples, trying to sooth the pounding up against my skull.
 
I slowly opened my eyes trying to avoid any source of light. When I opened my eyes , I blinked a few times to get rid of the blur that clouded my vision. Then a wave of nausea washed over me.
 
It wasn’t because of the ridiculous amount of alcohol that I consumed last night. It was the fact that I was in a room that was definitely not mine.
 
The bed sheets were light gray, the floors were carpeted, the walls were painted it a  smoke green colour, a desk was on the right most corner of the room and a guitar was propped in a corner. There were other details that I was too much in a panic to analyze .
 
I first checked to see if I had on all of my clothes. I blew a sigh of relief when I found that all of my clothes were still on my body. Then I started feeling around the large bed for my phone.  But then I remembered it was in my purse. I quickly survey the room in hopes that I’d find it, but much to my dismay it was no where in sight.
 
My heart was thumping in my chest and when I saw the door knob turning it started beating even faster . My eyes frantically scanned the room from something I could use as a weapon . Unfortunately my hungover brain isn’t that good at thinking.  
 
So what did I do?
 
I sat their frozen in spot like a deer caught in headlights. The door opened slightly and I held my breath. The door fully opened and in came the person I least expected...
 
Matteo.
 
I sighed, relief washing over me as I did. When he saw me he paused at the door and smiled, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were awake.”
 
“Oh, um yeah its fine" I said awkwardly and slightly confused. How have I been over here a dozen of time and never been in his room? He gave me a tight lipped smile before he walked across the room and straight to his closet, so his back was facing me.
 
I tried to look everywhere but him, after all he was half naked and I didn’t want to look like a creep just sitting there staring at him. But if I was being honest, there wasn’t much to see. He looked like an eighteen year old high school student . Tall, slim, curly brown hair which looked messy all the time yet so freaking soft, captivating brown eyes that I could get lost in for hours and the perfect pair of lips that I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from. And don't get me started on his smile-
 
 
“So um,” Matteo muttered snapping me out of my train of thoughts, “how are you feeling?” He asked while putting on a hoodie that he grabbed from his closet, then he turned and looked at me with a worried smile on his face.
 
I snorted, “Like shit. My brain is all foggy and I don’t know how I got here.”
 
Matteo gave me a confused look, “You don’t remember anything from last night?” he questioned.
 
“Um,” I mumbled while the memories of last night replayed in my mind. I remember arriving at the party and Wendy ditching me, I remember what Ross did and Matteo saving me, I remember what Wendy said, I remember Matteo getting all cozy with Jemma and then I vaguely remember anything after that.
 
“A few bits and pieces, yeah. Why?” I asked and then there was a long pause between us. When realization hit me I gasp, “We didn’t, you know…” I paused making a weird gesture with my hands trying to mimic sex.
 
Matteo immediately understood what I was trying to say and his eyes widen, “Oh my gosh no!” he exclaimed “You were wasted last night and by the time we got here you were passed out.”
 
“Oh.” I said while feeling embarrassed that I asked that. And it made absolutely no sense because I was still fully clothed.
 
“Yeah. Um, you can use the bathroom if you want. There’s and extra toothbrush under the sink that you can use and you can pick any hoodie you want from my closet.” He said then turning to leave the room.
 
I stopped him, “What about your sisters?” I asked.
 
“You don’t have to worry, they left for soccer like and hour ago so you can walk the halls freely.” He gave me his show winning smile before he left.
 
I got out of the bed and I walked over to his closet. I picked out a hoodie that had some cheesy quote printed on in bold letters at the front and then I left the room making my way to the bathroom.
 
When I entered the bathroom the first thing I did was look in the mirror and I almost died when I saw my appearance. The eyeliner was smudge, my eyes were bloodshot from crying last night and my hair looked dry and all over the place.
 
I cringed at myself and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. I can’t believe I let Matteo see me like this. When I was done feeling sorry for myself I looked for the toothbrush, brush my teeth and tried to wash off as much of the makeup off of my face, I got some of my hair wet during the process because I couldn’t find a hair tie. I then took Matteo’s hoodie and put in on, hiding the tacky costume under it.
 
After taking one more look at myself I left the bathroom and head downstairs. When I got downstairs the sweet aroma of bacon filled my nostrils. I followed the scent all the way to the kitchen to see Matteo by the stove frying bacon, bobbing his head to whatever was playing in his earphones.
 
I couldn’t help but smile, he was just too cute. I stood there for like ten seconds before he turned around at say me. He jumped, “Shit, you startled me.”
 
I chuckled as I walked further into the kitchen and I took a seat the counter, “ Sorry. It smells nice in here though.” I commented.
 
 
He smiled and set a glass of water in front of me with an advil, “Thought you might need it. You had a lot to drink last night so you must be nursing a massive headache.” He said before turning back to the stove to take out the last piece of bacon .
 
I thanked him and took the pill. We went silent for a while as I watch him fix a plate of the most delicious bacon and eggs I’ve ever seen. He then walked over to me and set the plate in front of me  “thought you might be hungry too?”
 
Usually in situations like this I would try to decline the offer but I was truly starving so I accepted it. When I took my first bite I melted. It was the most heavenly thing that touched my taste buds. I was right it was the most delicious bacon and eggs I’ve ever had. It was even better than my mom’s and that was saying something.
 
“Oh my gosh Matteo, this is so good where did you learn to cook like this.” I asked shoving a fork full of eggs into my mouth.
 
He chuckled and walked over to the fridge, “Its just bacon and eggs. And I learned mostly from my mom and the rest from work but I’m glad you like it.”
 
“like it?! Dude this is the best thing I’ve eaten in a while,” I stated and he chuckled, “Like I’m not being dramatic at all-" his chuckling turned into a full blown laugh, “Matteo I’m being serious. If you cook  like this all the time I swear I’ll marry you.”
 
Then the room went silent, I looked over to him to see he was standing rigid with a bottle of apple juice in his hand and I swore I saw a tinge of redness creeping up his neck. He cleared his throat placing his empty hand on the back of his neck before he walked over to me with his adorable boyish grin.
 
“Well thank you. And I’ll make sure every time you come over I’ll cook you something.” He said placing down the juice and leaning against counter with a flirtatious smile.
 
And in that moment , once again, I thanked the lord that I had dark skin because then he would see the embarrassing amount of times I’d blush around him. I let out a nervous chuckled and tried to look anywhere but him.
 
He then reached over to me and gently fiddled with the draw strings of the hoodie I was wearing. “You know this is my favorite hoodie.” He stated.
 
I looked down and noticed the hoodie and then I remembered seeing him wearing it a number of times. It was a baby blue hoodie with the words ‘the moment you accept yourself, you grow’ in white bold  letter printed across my chest.
 
I looked up at him to find that he was already looking at me with a slight smile on his face, “I can go take it off if you want.”
 
He shook his head, “that wouldn’t be necessary.” He muttered before bringing his hand up to my face and tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear, and not once did he dare to break eye contact “I like how it looks on you" he said or at least it was what I thought he said. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. His eyes then flickered from my eyes to my lips and then to my eyes again. I then found myself leaning in and he was doing the same.
 
“Matt!!” I heard someone calling from the living room and like lightening Matteo was on the other side of the room. I then heard footsteps  approaching the kitchen and the voice spoke again, “Matt, look I know you probably don’t wanna talk to me right now but I just wanted to apologize for being an absolute dick to you and-"  I quickly realized it was Charlie as the ranting got closer to the kitchen. However, when he saw me sitting at the counter he stopped short and his eyes flickered between Matteo and I.
 
Charlie scoffed and muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t quite hear. But I bet it was some rude comment about me being here.
 
“What are you doing here Charlie?” Matteo asked in an annoyed tone and a tinge of hostility mixed within.
 
“I came here to apologize but it seems like you’re occupied.” He said, his tone matching Matteo’s perfectly but I couldn’t help but feel like the hostility was meant for me.
 
It was Matteo’s turn to scoff, “Really? Because it seems as if you aren’t.”
 
I had no idea what this was about and I wasn’t going to intervene on whatever this was so I just stayed focused on the plate of food in front of me.
 
I then hear Charlie sigh and clear his throat, “I am. I just wasn’t expecting you to have company.”
 
“its fine we’ll talk later.”  Matteo paused “You can stay if you want and you can fix yourself a plate. Ill be right back.” He said before walking out of the kitchen going who know where.
 
Charlie then made his way on the opposite side of the counter and started fixing himself a plate. The silence between us was insufferable. And I hated insufferable silence.
 
“So did you enjoy the party last night?” I asked in a chipper voice, trying to be friendly and maybe even form a conversation with him.
 
Even though I would constantly hangout with Matteo and Charlie, it seemed as if Charlie hate me a little bit more everything we did. Which I find ridiculous because I genuinely think I’m a likable person.  At first I thought it was because I was a new factor in their friendship and it would wear off as we hung out more but obviously that wasn’t the case.
 
“I didn’t go.” He answered shortly walking over to the stove to get some eggs.
 
“oh bummer. It was fun.”
 
“I bet it was .” he answered dryly.
 
“ Yeah.” I paused trying to rack my brain for some to talk about. “You should definitely come to the next one. I think Sally from biology is hosting and she host-" I was cut off by the loud clattering sound of  the pan and the spatula coming in contact with each other then the heavy, angry foot steps of Charlie making its way to me.
 
He stops on the other side of the counter and harshly set down his plate. “ I don’t care about your stupid parties or who is hosting them. I wanna know what’s your game here Tamera.” He furious spat at me.
 
“Why are you messing with Matteo?”

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