Always Number Two (Matt Miller x Reader)

Chapter 3 ~ F**king Legal Documents

I was not fucking cheery. Did this mean I had to do exactly as he asked?! Ugh... the things a 16-year old boy would do if a girl was forced by legal documents to obey him...

"Fucking legal documents!" I groaned. Matt laughed. I felt the strong urge to strangle Matt at this current moment. His pubescent voice was really getting to me.

I then punched him, in the same place as the last two times.

"Hey!" He yelled. "You can't hit your master!"

"A master doesn't cry when a girl sees his fucking penis!" I yelled back.

"I'm just shy!" He cried. He collapsed onto the bed, and I patted his back awkwardly.

"Look. You're not too...small." I attempted not to overinflate his ego. He was actually pretty big compared to the average size of Caucasian males.

"You mean it?" His blue eyes looked at me, still red. "Do you really mean it?"

Matt Miller was alike to a dog- no, a puppy. I kind of expected Matt to be the type of guy to screw all the females in his gang, but in all honesty, that would show a side of him he couldn't afford others to see. I felt like I understood him. Yeah, he was a crybaby, and annoying and egotistical and a dick bag and a cock gobbler- but he was pretty decent. He didn't go out of his way to harm me in any way, and seemed to prefer talking over violence. He was scared most of the time, and I felt like I needed to protect him- or beat some sense into him. He was gentle, and he needed someone to help him in life, because he was completely lost.

"Yes, I mean it, Matt. Many girls would be happy with your size." I said, smiling and attempting not to make it awkward.

"So you like how big it is?! You're happy with my size?!"

Shit, I hit the ego inflation button. I take back everything I said earlier. I punched him in the face, and he fell backwards onto the bed, holding his face.

"Why the hell would I fucking be happy with your size?! Why do I need to?!" I yelled. "You should be doing this shit with your girlfriend- if you have one!"

Matt didn't even yell at me as he sat up. His face was completely white, as if all the blood had been drained from his veins because he saw Nyteblayde.

"...I...shit, I cheated on Clementine!" He yelled.

...Did he just...

I instantly felt anger consuming me. I couldn't understand why, but whoever this 'Clementine' was, she'd burn. On a stick. After I hit her with it.

"I...I have to get you out of here." Matt said. "She's coming today and I have to... you shouldn't exist right now. Get in the bathroom! Oh, it's almost 11:35! Quickly!" He pushed me into the bathroom, despite my pissed-off-gonna-slaughter-you-later look.

As I entered the bathroom, another girl entered the room. She had black hair and blue eyes.

"Matty!~" She rushed up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "I missed you so much."

She wasn't a slut. This wasn't some Madonna/Whore complex story. That's for sure.

"I missed you too, Clementine!" Matt said. His voice was wavering.

"...Matt, you don't seem happy to see me..." Clementine said. Of course she would think that, Matt's fake enthusiasm sucked.

"What do you mean?"

He doesn't even realize his voice change.

"Matt, we've been dating for 5 months. There's something off with you. You're... not you." She backed away. "What is it, Matty? Don't you love me anymore?"

Why the hell would he love you? You're a picture book Princess. An easy target. Guys want danger and challenge and intelligence and-

Anything! Matt wants anyone but you!

"Of course I love you, Teddy Bear." Ugh, they had pet names for one another?! This was making me sick. This wasn't Matt. She had to have some kind of blackmail on him.

"Awww, sweetie pie!" She kissed Matt on the lips.

My lips.

The lips my lips touched.

This was unforgivable!

My nails slowly raked down the door, leaving slight scratches across it. I bit my lip, attempting to hold back my rage.

Matt doesn't want you. He should hate you. I hate you!

"Our 5 month anniversary is in three days." Clementine said. How badly I wanted to drown her in a toilet.

"Really? Time flies when you're in love." Matt nuzzled Clementine.

Fuck Clementine. Fuck Clementines- I would never eat those baby oranges again!

Fuck!