Chapter thirty-eight
"Shit. What do I do now?"
"Fuck. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been that careless. Do you have a doctor?"
"No. Not yet. I just moved here." He sighed.
"I'm sorry. This is my fault."
"No. This is mine too. Don't worry. I'll find a way to get this fixed." I sit on his lap. "Don't worry."
"No. My dad will get you a doctor."
"Matt, no. I don't want to seem like that to your dad."
"Trust me. I've never even mentioned a girl to my dad. He'll be thrilled."
"You want me to meet him?"
"Sure. If you want to. In the morning, I'll drive you to the doctor. My dad will take care of it."
"Thank you," I say and kiss him on the bridge of his nose. "Now, I'm going outside. I have to make some calls." he looks at me questioningly.
"Some calls? Should I be worried?"
"No. I'm gonna call Josh and my mom."
"Do you have to leave?"
"Yes."
"Te Quiero." I roll my eyes.
"Stop," I say. He kisses me on the top of the hand.
"Be careful."
"I'm not in a warzone."
"You'd be surprised," he mutters under his breath. "Actually, where are you going?"
"Outside. I don't need a chaperone, Matt. Stop being like that."
"Like what? Your hot and at a frat house." I roll my eyes. I hop off of his bed and exit the room.
I walk out of the house and go onto the porch. A few guys are smoking weed but I don't really care. I sit down on a bench and take out my phone. Damn it. I never read the text Josh sent me. How inconsiderate. The boy has been there for me my whole life. The least I could do is respond to his damn text. I mentally smack myself across the face. I open the text from Josh.
How's it going bestie? I miss you....a lot. Its been really fun so far. I wish you were here. I miss having someone to talk to. How's your college experience so far? Met any guys? I haven't met anybody worthwhile so far. Don't get me wrong, there are a million gorgeous women over here. Call me. I smile at his text but then frown. I miss him too. A lot. I'm so used to having him in my everyday life that it feels wrong without him. Should I tell him about Matt? I already know what he's going to say. I decide to only tell him that I've met somebody. No details. I call Josh but he doesn't pick up. I decide to text him instead.
Miss you too BFF! College is going great. I hope you meet someone that you can love and who'll love you back. I have met someone. Nothing serious, though. I'm happy to hear that school is going well for you too. I miss you a lot and I'm hoping that we can hang out somehow. I called you but you didn't answer so I'll try again later. Love you, Joshie. I press send and think about all the good memories that I've shared with Josh. God, I miss him. I then decide to call my mom, even though, I know that she's still at work. She doesn't pick up. I think about if there's anybody else I need to call. Oh! Grandma! My dad's mom has always been a big part of my life. Sometimes when my mom was at work, I'd hang out with her at her big house. She's somewhat eccentric but very, very loving. She's a world traveler, she does tarot and believes in astrology. She has three black cats. Teenie, Tullulah, and Moe-Moe. They're a bit old but they're very sweet. I miss my grandma. I call her and she picks up on the second ring.
"Hi Novah!!" she says in her calming voice.
"I just wanted to say hi. Check up on you."
"Nothing for old people to do these days. I miss my grandbaby, though. How's school?"
"School's going great! I really like my school and the campus. It's really nice. My roommate is really nice, too."
"That's great, dear. Met any boys?" She asks lightheartedly. Shit. Why is everybody asking that?
"No. Not really." I'm not gonna tell any of my family about Matt until I'm one hundred percent sure that I, more than, like him.
"Okay, dear. Well, I'll be calling you weekly. Moe-Moe just ran outside. I have to go."
"Okay, grandma. Love you."
"I love you too. Bye-bye."
"Bye." I hang up and put my phone in my pocket.
"Hey." I turn and see Jon standing next to me.
"Oh, hi. Looking for Matt? I think he's in his room right now."
"No, I'm not looking for Matt. I see you have an....efffect on Matt."
"Effect?"
"I haven't seen him smile like that in years. No exaggeration."
"Why? What happened?"
"Just.... a lot of shit." The tattoos pop into my mind and I really want to ask him about it.
"There are these tattoos on his back. Two names. Maggie and Martiza I think. Who are those people?" He looks at me worriedly and then down at his feet.
"I don't think it's my place to tell you that. I'm sure if you ask him he'll tell you. He seems to trust you. Well, I got to go. Skylar's calling me." His phone isn't ringing.
"Okay, bye."
"Bye," he says and walks back inside. I wait for about a minute and then go back inside. I walk up the stairs inside and somebody grabs my ass. I turn around and don't see anyone. The person does it again.
"Umm, excuse me?" I turn and see that guy, Dylan grinning deviously. "If you touch me again, I swear." He rolls his eyes.
"Loosen up." I continue walking up the stairs and he slaps my ass again.
"Stop!" the other people on the stairs look at me like I'm crazy. I run up the stairs and burst into Matt's room. He's writing something.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Don't go off."
"What do you mean? Just tell me, Novah." he puts his notebook down and sits up.
"That guy, from last time, kept grabbing my ass on the stairs even after I told him to stop. He made me look like I was crazy when I told him to stop." Matt gets up off the bed and puts his shirt on. "No, Matt. It's fine."
"No, Novah. He won't stop till I beat his ass."
"He's probably just doing it to piss you off."
"Well, job well done." I walk up to him and take his hand.
"Just leave it alone," I plead.
"Did you like it when he touched you?"
"Of course not."
"There you go." he starts to walk down the stairs and I follow him.
"I swear Matt I didn't really care." he turns around, his eyes ablaze.
"You didn't care when he violated you?!" he continues walking down the stairs looking for Dylan. He finally spots Dylan's mop of dirty blonde hair.
"Dylan," he says. Dylan turns around and Matt socks him in the stomach.
"Matt, stop!" the people that Dylan was talking to instantly move out of the way, creating a crowd around the two. Dylan crumbles to the floor and Matt punches him across the face.
Dylan tries to get up off the floor but Matt pushes him to the ground and climbs on top of him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Matt yells as he punches Dylan. Again. And again. And again. Thick, red, blood starts oozing out of Dylan's nose but Matt still doesn't stop. I can smell the metallic scent form over here, where I'm standing. I start to panic. Shit. What do I do?
"Please." Dylan pleads. Matt's forehead starts to bead up with sweat. Matt's expression is one that is purely and completely enraged. There's no sign of pity or sympathy or anything.
"You're a fucking pervert!" he yells as he punches Dylan across the face again. Dylan's eyes have started to swell and his nose is bleeding. I can't watch this. It's absolutely sickening. I try to think of a solution quickly. Matt will not stop hitting Dylan and I've started to cry. I decided to call Jon. Jon seems to know Matt best. The stairs are clear, cause' everybody has crowded around to watch the fight and nobody is stopping Matt. I run up to Jon's room and knock on the door loudly.
"Jon! Open the door, please?" I yell through my tears and shame. I was the cause of this mess. I'm ashamed. Jon opens the door, panic apparent on his face.
"What happened?"
"Matt. He won't stop punching Dylan. Please, if you can stop him..." Jon races down the stairs immediately after hearing me say that. I follow him through the thick crowd to where Matt is still beating Dylan, senseless. Dylan's face is purple and blue and he's barely saying anything now. This is all my fault. I have to apologize to Dylan. Jon pulls Matt off of Dylan, whispering something into his ear. Matt's whole face is sweaty and red but there's barely any evidence that he was in a fight. I think Dylan got like, one punch in. I walk over to Dylan and bend down.
"Someone get me some ice!" I yell into the crowd. Some girl goes into the kitchen promptly and emerges with a bag of ice in her hand. I take it and press it on Dylan's face.
"Are you okay?" I ask Dylan. I can't even tell if his eyes are open because they're so swollen. He nods his head. I press the bag of ice against the side of his bruised, battered face, and he groans. His bloody lips part and he makes a sound.
"What's wrong."
"Sorry," he says. I look at him, confused.
"It's okay. You should probably get up off the floor. If you can." The crowd has dispersed and everyone is back to their conversations. How? This guy is lying on the floor, beaten.
"I'm okay. Tell Matt I'm sorry. I'm sorry for touching you. Sad that getting my ass beat is what had to happen to make me regret my actions." I look at him dotingly.
"I don't know how to fix....this." I gesture to his whole face. He laughs a grimacing laugh.
"I'm good. You can leave now." He pushes me off of him and stands up while clutching his stomach. He disappears into the crowd.
I walk back up the stairs and push the door open to Matt's room. Jon is sitting on his bed and I hear the shower running in the bathroom.
"Hey," he says, looking tense. "Sorry, you had to witness that. Matt is very good at fighting. He used to fight a lot back in high school. Haven't seen him do something like that... in a while."
"I'm sorry. That was my fault."
"Nope. I'm with Matt on this one. No man should ever touch a woman without consent. And the fact that he did it after you told him to stop. He deserved what he got. I'm glad you called me cause' Matt was not planning on stopping anytime soon. He has a temper like no other." I stand in front of Jon.
"How'd you pull him off. Last time, I couldn't."
"This is not the first time I've broken up a fight between Matt and somebody. I always seem to be his personal goddamned referee."
"Well, thank you. I really appreciate what you did. It was very heroic." I give him a quick peck on the cheek and he turns beet red. He starts to rub the back of his neck, something that Matt does as well. "I wanna talk to him. I'll talk to you later, though." he stands up and gives me a brief hug.
"Okay. Let me just say something to Matt really quickly." he knocks on the bathroom door. "Matt, Tienes Una chica que viene por ti. Mejor prepárate mi amigo." Jon says with a chuckle. I didn't know Jon spoke Spanish. Hmm.
"Mierda, necesito eso ahora mismo. Estoy todo agitado." Matt says from in the shower. Jon chuckles. "Lucky you," Jon mutters under his breath. "Adiós chica" He says to me before walking out the door. I walk up to the bathroom door and turn the knob. Surprisingly it's open. Wow, he must really trust Jon. I walk in and sit on top of the toilet.
"Hi," I say awkwardly. I see his whole body through the glass and it's really distracting me. He's all soaked and....No! Stay on track! I say to myself.
"Wanna come in here?" he asks.
"No. I wanna have a conversation with you."
"About what?"
"About how you just beat the living shit out of Dylan."
"He deserved every single hit he got. More actually. You don't do that shit. That's one of the things that I can't fucking stand. You don't violate women. That's gonna get you fucked up." he seems like he's getting mad again.
"Thank you for standing up for me but you didn't have to do that much."
"I did, actually. I wish I could've fucking killed him." I shudder. "I care about you...a lot. I never wanna hear about how some guy touched you. You better believe that any time I hear about that....." he trails off and I can see the hurt on his face. I take my shirt off. And my pants. He watches me intently with a deep hunger. I need to comfort him. He looks like he's ready to burst. I just wanna kiss him. I need to make sure that he's okay, too. I take my bra and panties off and slide the shower door open. Matt takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I take his face in my hands and kiss him once. I drop down to my knees. I take his wet erection into my mouth and I hear him groan.
"You don't have to..." he starts to say. I've never done this before. It's so...erotic. I'm on my knees sucking on him and the warm water is raining all over my body. He grips my shoulder to steady himself. I push him deeper into my mouth and he groans. I lap my tongue around the too.
"Fuck. You're doing so good, baby." he pants. I suck on the tip, pressing my teeth down a little.
"I'm gonna come, baby. So if you don't want it in your mouth..." I look up at his face. All his piercings are gone. I continue to suck on him, harder.
"Shit." he groans and sways a little bit. I taste a warm liquid squirt out of him. It salty-tasting. I smack a little bit. "Sorry," he says, out of breath. "That I came in your mouth."
"I wanted to see what it tasted like." I stand up.
"You've never done that before?" he turns me around.
"No," I answer.
"Wow. Definitely best head I've ever gotten." He starts to rub my back with the washcloth.
"Don't worry. You've got yours coming. Literally."
"How did you not get hit?"
"Huh?" he starts to rub my behind with washcloth and I suppress the urge to moan.
"Dylan."
"Oh. I've had plenty of practice with fighting. I box at the gym almost every day. I've gotten my ass beat before, don't worry." He turns me around and starts to rub my chest with the washcloth, the soapy lather spreading across my breasts. I moan softly and he smiles. He bathes my belly and then goes lower. He gets on his knees in front of me.
"You're so pretty, Novah." I smile at his compliment because it sounded so genuine. He puts his mouth between my thighs. I bury my hands in his head of soaking wet hair. He sucks on my swollen, wet clit. I fall back a little and he puts his hand around my waist. He starts to push his fingers in and out of me.
"Don't come," he says quietly as he withdraws his fingers. He plants little kisses on my thighs.
"Matt, I'm about to..." I say breathlessly. He picks me up and pins me against the wall. He thrusts into me unexpectedly and I come right then and there. He slams into me once more before coming, violently. He sets me down in front of him. The warm water rains over my body and Matt wraps his arms around my body, kissing my neck. I revel in this beautiful feeling. Post-orgasm, Matt kissing me. His arms wrapped around me. This is the best feeling in the world. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. He smiles at me and I smile at him. He leans in and kisses me tenderly.
"We have to get out, now. The water will turn cold soon."
"Okay." I smile at him again before opening the shower door and stepping out of the shower. Matt turns off the water. I wrap a white towel around my body and Matt wraps one around his waist. "Just wanna let you know that you look really hot like that," I tell him. He grabs my hand and pulls me against his body.
"Like what?" he says with a mischievous smile.
"Like that," I say meekly. "All wet. With your towel wrapped around your waist." He smiles deviously.
"Well, you can take it off if you'd like." he lifts his arms up and offers his body to me. I look at him curiously, scanning his body. I want to pull his towel off but I decide not to. He smiles, amused, and then picks up a pair of grey sweats off the floor and puts them on. I go into the bathroom and pick up all my clothes off the floor. I close the door behind me and put my clothes on, one by one. Once I get out Matt is on his bed, shirtless, scribbling away in a black journal. I get in the bed beside him and look at his journal. He shuts it quickly.
"What're you writing?" I ask and he smiles.
"Not telling you," he says with a cute little smile. "Believe it or not, I'm so fucking tired right now."
"Yeah, you just beat someone's ass."
"And fucked you," he says with a glimmer in his green eyes. I notice his tattoos and frown. The names. I can't get them off my mind.
"I have a question. About your tattoos." he kisses me on the cheek.
"Hmm?"
"Those two names on your back. Maggie and Maritza." his face goes dark, and not in a good way. My heart drops, to see his face so...dead-looking.
"Don't say those names," he mutters. I'm so confused. "Its best I don't talk about them." he looks away from me. He picks up the book off his nightstand and opens it up. I gather up enough courage to keep pushing. I can see that whoever they are, it's painful for him. I need to know, though.
"Why?" I ask timidly. He looks at me and I can see the pain surfacing behind his eyes.
"It just brings back so many painful memories. I promise I'll tell you everything someday. Just, please, don't make me talk about it today." I nod, respecting his boundaries.
"I'm gonna go downstairs and get...a snack." he looks at me, annoyed.
"Novah, every single time you leave this room, you get harassed. Do you really have to leave?"
"Yes. I need to collect my thoughts." he sighs and gets back to his book. I walk out of the room and just stand in the hall. I really want a fucking drink right now. Although, I've never had alcohol before besides wine. And beer, today. I walk down to Jon's room and knock on the door. He opens it.
"Matt?" he asks warily.
"No. I just want to hang out."
"Okay." he opens the door wider for me to come in. I walk in and see that's a bit smaller than Matt's room. He has a bathroom as well.
"Matt scared you, huh?" I turn and smile at him.
"How'd you know?"
"I've known him for twenty years and he still scares me." I laugh a little.
"Yeah, I asked him about his tattoos. He wouldn't tell me, though. He said he'll tell me someday and that it brings back painful memories." Jon nods. "Where's Skylar?"
"Basement. She's down there smoking I think."
"Why aren't you down there with her?" I ask.
"She says she doesn't like when I'm 'clingy'" he says, using air quotes while saying 'clingy'. I laugh.
"Clingy guys are the cutest. I think." he shrugs.
"That's what I thought but I'll give the woman what she wants."
"You know, she talks about you," I inform him. He raises his eyebrows. "I can tell that she really likes you." he smiles.
"That's nice. I was starting to think that she hated me. She's been acting so weird lately." he looks conflicted. "Shit. But don't tell her that I said that. That woman has a temper like no other."
"I'm her roommate and her friend. You probably shouldn't be talking shit about her to me." he sighs.
"Yeah you're right. I just want to know if something's changed. Maybe, she's lost feelings." I sit in his swivel chair and start to spin around.
"Why don't you just ask her?"
"I'm fucking scared that she'll snap on me. She's really sweet but when she's mad... Jesus. I mean, I don't even know what I did. She told me that I'm too clingy and that I need to back off. I didn't know that she didn't like it when I'm affectionate."
"I'll talk to her. See what I can find out. You seem a little...stressed." He laughs.
"I'm a little conflicted right now."
"About what?"
"Doing what my heart is telling me to do or do what's best for someone else." I sit up and look at him.
"Story of my fucking life. I struggle with that shit every day."
"You're so easy to talk to," he says with a smile.
"Thanks. I don't get that a lot."
"What a shame. Matt is so lucky to have you."
"Awww....shucks. He was just fine without me." I say. Jon scoffs.
"Do you love him?" he asks randomly.
"What?"
"Well, I mean. We just met."
"No. Now, that's your logical mind talking. Do you love him?" Why is he asking me this? Is he gonna tell Matt what I say? "I won't tell him what you say." I pause and think about it.
Do I love him?
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