my worst enemy 🖤 || mattia polibio

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i'm gonna give y/n and mattia a break cuz they've been through hell butttt if you haven't recognized my writing style yet, yk nothing good ever lasts too long 😈
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y/n's pov

for the past 3 days i've been trying to rebuild my strength and stay productive. mattia came over everyday and kept me company, i love this boy.

diana said that my shoulder was healing nicely and the physical therapy i've been doing helps it a lot. in 3 more days i would be able to take my cast off.

mattia and i were laying on the couch downstairs watching a movie together.

"we should have a date night," mattia suggests.

"with xavier still walking around..." i say, "i don't know mattia."

we've all tried our best to locate the kingstons but we haven't been able to find them.

"we can go out of the country," mattia said. "we'll take the panther's private jet— it'll be fun."

i look at him and he seems really fond of the idea.

"fine," i said. "when do we leave?"

"how about tonight?"

"sure, where we going?"

"that's a surprise," mattia smirks.

"mattia you know i don't like surprises," i whine.

mattia shrugs. "doesn't sound like my problem."

i lightly punch him and he starts tickling me.

"ow my shoulder asshole," i said through my laughter.

mattia stops his actions and kisses my bullet wound lightly. "you know that scar is gonna be sexy as hell."

"you're sexy as hell," i mumble.

"oh yeah?" mattia pulls me on top of him and starts kissing me.

his lips travel to my neck and i wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

"mija we're home," my dad says opening the door.

mattia immediately threw me off of him and scooted further away.

"you're a fucking dickhead," i whisper.

"sorry," mattia mouthed.

"what were you guys up to," my mom asks walking in with my dad.

"we were just watching a movie," mattia quickly replies.

is this mf scared of my parents when they have the same job?

"mom, dad, mattia and i are gonna out in a couple hours," i inform them.

"where to?" my dad asks.

"i don't know," i turn to mattia and glare at him. "he won't fucking tell me."