meddle about pt. 1
pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader
summary: when Y/N finds herself falling for her big brothers life-long enemy, will she choose love or family?
warnings: mentions of blood
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3:43 pm
I watched Matt storm off, blood dripping from his nose, and chest heaving like some sort of MMA fighter after a match. My head whipped back towards my brother, who stood there like he was some sort of god, shoulders broad, face solemn, and that same bloody nose leaking wine-looking stains all over his white shirt.
āWhat the hell Jack!ā I shouted. This is all they ever do: fight, fight, and fight. My brother Jack and Matthew Sturniolo have hated each other for as long as I can remember, which I completely understand. Mattās an insufferable dickhead with an ego the size of the Titanic. Despite my best efforts to avoid him, I always manage to find myself around him, caught in the crossfire of their endless feud.
Mattās brother Nick has been my best friend since 2nd grade when he punched a boy who made fun of the tiara I wore to school that day. Since then, I have been forced into a house that always consists of Matt. Although my hatred partly came from my loyalty to my big brother, Mattās attitude had a way of making me hate him all by myself. Like all the times heās made snide comments about Jackās ability on the hockey team. Or the way he looks at me like his eyes are bullets piercing into my skin with every remark he makes.Ā
āWhat? he was being a dick!ā Jack hollered back, his face contorting with a mix of confusion and anger. His short, permed, brunette hair fell messily in front of his eyes, and the back stuck up all which ways. He stood tall like Dad, but his green eyes came from our Mother.Ā
āMom is going to kill you Jackson,ā I say through gritted teeth, my frustration with their constant fighting boiling over. Mom had explicitly warned Jack that the next fight with Matt would result in him being done with hockey, but it seemed like these two senseless men couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter the consequences.
Jack only had the energy to roll his eyes at me and stumble away, most likely to go clean up his battered face. I sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of our recurring āSturnioloā drama settling in once again. Ignoring the turmoil brewing inside me, I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone, immediately clicking on Nickās contact.
Y/N:
our stupid brothers fought again š„±
nickš:
you HAVE to be fucking kidding me.
Y/N:
I wish I were bro
Nickš:Ā
at this point I think theyāre secretly in love and this is all a cover up
I giggle to myself cause honestly, heās probably right. Nick always has the perfect way of making me laugh, and heās one of the only people in my life I never feel judged around. Nick has held me as I cried and laughed with me hours later over the stupid boys whoāve broken my heart. Heās even forced Matt to pick me up after I had been stranded at parties or events. Overall, heās always been there for me. I have other friends of course, but those friendships have never felt real to me, always one-sided on my part.Ā
Ā Looking up I slide my phone back into my pocket and begin the most dreadful trek across the football field. Okay, that was dramatic but looking for Jack isnāt exactly something I'm up for right now. Tonight is going to be restless from the amount of bickering I'm about to hear from him and Mom. The house was already loud enough with Mom and Dad fighting. Ever since I was eight years old, Mom and Dad havenāt gotten along. Theyāve tried almost everything to mend their marriage. Even couples counseling, but nothing ever worked, so me and Jack just have to deal with it.
Ā I sigh to myself as my mind races, and the gentle trudge across the field continues toward the locker room, where I assume Iāll find my brother. But the fighting won't even be the worst part of it all. The worst part will be tomorrow when I'm over at Nickās house, hearing Matt bitch and moan about Jack. I swear every time Iām around him I have to fight the urge to strangle him. All he talks about is the stupid cheerleaders heās hooking up with, or lacrosse this, hockey that. His voice is unbearable and itās genuinely the reason I question if I want to go over every time Nick asks.Ā
Suddenly I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear my name called from behind me. I turn around and see the one and only center of my anger. Matt. His voice cuts through the tension-filled air like a knife. His expression is unreadable, but his body language exudes a mix of exhaustion and hesitation.
āWhat do you want?ā I yell back at him. Heās standing about twenty feet away from me with the same bloody face he had about thirty minutes ago. My face drops when he starts to jog towards me and Iām filled with a feeling of āplease leave me alone.āĀ
As Matt gets closer the sound of his sneakers hitting the wet, sloshy turf rises, and so does my frustration. āYou have a ride home?ā He breathes out, panting lightly. Matt places a hand on his knee to steady himself, while the other scratches the back of his neck. His face is flushed and red. The fight obviously damaged him, and he looked nervous to be standing in front of me.
āThatās seriously all you wanted?ā My face gains a snarky scowl and I look him up and down,Ā noticing the way his hand is running through the hairs at the back of his neck and the way he lightly taps his foot on the ground. It's apparent heās on edge, which I assume is because of the fact he just beat my brother's ass, but I couldnāt care less about either of them right now. I mean I do love my big brother, but not when heās acting so prideful after doing something so wrong. Even if he wasnāt the one to initiate it. Mattās loud but unsteady voice cuts off my thoughts.
āWell I just assumed Jack left, and Nick's order is to always look after you, even if I want to kick your face in,ā He exclaims as he smiles sarcastically at me. I scoff and look away mumbling a quick āIām goodā under my breath. I hear him start to speak, but I cut him off by turning around and continuing my path toward the locker room. I assume at that moment he turns as well, going off in search of his car.
As I walk away my feet drag against the turf, little beads coming up beneath me and Iām overwhelmed with strange, alluring thoughts of Mattās bloody face.Ā
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11:47 pm
God, will they ever shut up? I listen to Momās and Jackās muffled voices from the kitchen. Tossing and turning in my bed, I put my fluffy, pink pillow around my ears to attempt to surround myself in silence. That doesnāt work as the pillow is too thin, and the yelling continues pounding into my eardrums.Ā
When the school called earlier and told our parents what happened, Mom was pissed immediately. Even though the fight was after school hours, it still took place on āschool propertyā so both Jack and Matt ended up suspended. On any normal occasion, Iād be delighted to hear about Mattās suspension (as it happens quite frequently), but now that Jackās involved I think I might go insane. His presence in the chaos only amplifies the tension in our home.
But I keep thinking about Matt, and what he said to me. Heās usually not the type of guy to walk over offering any type of help. Heās one of those mysterious types of guys who always get into trouble, even though you barely see them talk. I think itās all an egotistical act he does to seem tough. Whenever Iām at Nickās heās hidden away in his room playing video games made for children. Itās so out of character of him to even think of me and the more I contemplate, I canāt help but grin. Sitting up on my mattress I slap my face. What the fuck am I thinking? Nothing about Matt Sturniolo should be making me smile. Not the way his hair flops in front of his eyes, or the way his mouth lifts to the side when he smiles. Even the way his arms flex when he wraps his hands around a lacrosse stick. Ew! What am I doing?Ā
I lay my head back on my pillow, letting the thoughts of Matt drift out of my mind. My brain starts to calm and just as Iām about to fall asleep- Ding!Ā
āUgh,ā I verbally groan at the sound of my phone snapping me back awake. I reach my hand out and turn it over, and the bright screen practically blinds me. As my eyes start to adjust Iām finally able to see what the message is.
Matt Sturniolo:Ā
hey I gotta ask you something
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