We walk into the house and Matt carefully shuts the door. His house is beautiful from what I can see in the dark. He puts his hand on my back and guides me to the stairs. We carefully walk up being as silent as possible. He points to a door on the left that is shut and mouths the word "parents". I nod and give him a thumbs up.

We walk into a room to the right of the stairs and he shuts the door behind us. The room is pretty big with a queen sized bed, a dresser, and a TV mounted on the wall. The walls are a grayish blue and the comforter is white with a light gray pattern on it.

"The bathroom is the door to the right and my room is directly across. I will text my parents and tell them you're here. They won't care though, they'll probably just be happy you aren't one of my degenerate friends drunk and making a mess." I laugh softly as he looks around for the remote.

"Thank you, seriously Matt." I honestly wish we were closer because right now I just want to hug him and thank him over and over.

"Well I figured it was either let you stay or you go full Harley Quinn at home with that bat you keep in the back of your car." He is trying not to laugh but he is failing miserably.

"You saw my bat?" I say, laughing at how crazy he must think I am.

"Yes I did and honestly I'd love to see you use it on someone. I could only imagine little you running at a grown ass man with your bat." He is now full on laughing holding onto the wall for support.

"Oh it has happened, my ex did not handle our break up well and yeah that's the story of how I chased a 6'3" 300 lb linebacker half a mile with a bat." I think back to that day and even I can't believe how crazy that whole thing was.

"No!" He screams literally gasping for air, tears running down his face. He has slid down the wall at this point and is laying on the floor clutching his stomach. "How?"

"We broke up, well I broke up with him, so he egged my house that night. The next day I showed up at his football practice and started screaming at him. He said he was going to smash my windshield in. I had literally just gotten my Jeep a week prior so I was not having that. Anyways, he went running toward my car with his helmet so I grabbed my bat and chased him with it." I pull out my phone and pull up a picture of us together. He is at least triple my size and I look like a child next to him. I hand the phone to Matt and he starts laughing all over again.

"You chased that big motherfucker!? Respect Barbie, respect!" He continues laughing for another few minutes before settling down. I am not really sure what to say now and we sit in silence.

"I am going to go shower and wash this blood off of me, I'll bring you something to sleep in when I get out, ok?" I nod and get up off the floor, grabbing the remote for the TV.

"Shit wait, do you have an extra phone charger? I'm on like 20%. If not it's totally fine, I might have one in my car I can grab." I say and move away from Matt suddenly realizing how weird this whole thing really is. I just met him on Monday. We fought the first two days, ignored each other the next two, we were friendly on Friday but he was drunk, and now I am sleeping at his house.

"iPhone, right? Yeah, I have one in my gym bag, here." He opens his backpack and hands me the charger.

"Thanks, again." I take the charger not looking up at Matt again. Something about him looking at me makes me feel more vulnerable than I like.

"Yeah all good, I'll be back in a few. Make yourself comfortable." Matt walks out of the room and I take my shoes off before sitting on the bed. It is only 10:30 so I turn the TV on softly. They have a smart TV so I login to my Netflix account and put on a random episode of Friends. Someone should tell Netflix to make a random episode feature where it just shuffles episodes of a specific show.

After 2 episodes, Matt knocks softly before opening the door. He is wearing just black sweats that hang low on his waist, the band of his Calvin Klien underwear showing a little. A couple of deep bruises have started to form on his sides from the fight earlier. He has some clothes and an ice pack in his hand.

"What a shock, you like Friends." He says, rolling his eyes.

"Uh duh, anyone with half a brain cell does." I roll my eyes back, offended he attacked one of my favorite shows.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that. Anyways, I brought you a t-shirt and a pair of old boxers. My pants and shorts were gonna be just way too long on you, so I figured you could wear them as shorts." He awkwardly shoves the pile at me while he's talking.

"That's perfect t..."

"Thanks. I know you can stop thanking me now." He plops down on the bed and holds the ice to his temple. It doesn't look as bad now that it's clean but it still looks painful. I get up and go to the bathroom to change. His bathroom is really nice too, with every detail accounted for. It honestly looks straight out of a magazine, I wonder if Matt's mom does this for a living?

I head back to the room putting my folded stuff on the dresser for tomorrow. Matt looks up from his phone and makes an almost choking noise. "I...um...those boxers are um... I didn't realize they'd be so short, do you want something different?"

"I am good, these will work." I look down at them playing with the hem of the solid black boxers.

"Sorry I haven't worn those in like 2 years I thought they would be longer." Matt shifts on the bed so he is laying at the end and I climb in under the blanket at the top.

"Oh, so you just go commando now?" I tease, trying to lighten the mood.

"You'd like that you perv, wouldn't you. But no, I just upgraded from boxers to big boy boxer briefs. They give off a more of a 'call me daddy' vibe. Fit my personality better." I cover my face as Matt laughs.

"You know not a damn soul is calling you daddy," I say laughing too.

"I don't know, how about you let me meet you mom and we find out." He smirks, giving me a cocky look. He knows he's hot and no one can deny him that.

"EW! Never say that again." I scream, fake gagging.

"Aye aye, captain. Anywho, everything in my body hurts so I am going to head to bed. Hand me your phone. I will put my number in incase you need anything. If I sleep late and you want to leave, either text me or just come across the hall and wake me up. Fair warning though, my parents will be lurking outside, especially since I said you were a girl." He gets up and stretches. I can barely focus on his words as I focus on his abs.

"I will probably just hide in here until you get up." I say, still staring. I don't care that he can see me blatantly staring at his body, the view is nice.

"Good idea honestly, night Barbie." He walks toward the door and I snuggle into bed. He points at the light switch asking if I want him to flick it off. I throw him a thumbs up and he does.

"Night, Satan." I say back as he slowly shuts the door to leave. I hear him laugh as he walks across the hall, then his door opens and shuts. I pull his shirt to my nose and inhale deeply. Of fucking course he smells like every bad boy in every book ever written, what a shock! I cuddle into the pillows as I fall asleep thinking about the handsome satan across the hall, who may have just saved my life today.

The next morning I wake up to "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC playing from what sounds like downstairs, but I am not really sure. I send Matt a quick text telling him I am up and then answer some texts from Julia and Sash. I feel bad I didn't tell either of them about last night but I don't want them to worry. I can't even tell them I slept at Matt's because I'd have to tell them why I slept over.

I get up and try to make the bed how I found it. It doesn't look as neat, but I tried. I begin to get changed back into what I wore yesterday when I hear Matt outside the door. "Will you two go downstairs and stop! Jesus fuck, do you want to scare her first thing in the morning?"

I laugh as he softly knocks on the door. "Come in."

"I told you they'd be out there, lurking like they've never seen me bring home a girl before." He rolls his eyes and shuts the door behind him. He is wearing a sweater probably to cover the bruises, with his curly hair pulled forward, the majority of his cut hidden.

"It's all good, I am a parent charmer, it's my talent." I try to ignore the slight jealousy when he mentions other girls. I don't care, I mean he is nice to me right now but I doubt this will last.

"They won't be hard to charm, you're not sneaking out carrying your heels so to them that is a win. I am going to warn you now, they probably made this really crazy big breakfast to try and convince you to come back. My dad used to be a chef at some fancy ass restaurant." He plops down on the bed messing up my hard work from earlier. Of fucking course.

"Honestly food is a really good way to win me over, I can probably eat more than you." I give up on trying to keep the bed neat and sit on it too.

"Doubtful, you probably will eat half a grape and be like agh I am so full, I know how you little skinny girls work, Barbie." I gasp offended at his accusation, also mentally preparing to out eat him even if it makes me sick. No way he will win.

"I don't know what girls you're hanging out with, but that ain't me." He gives me a look like 'sure bitch' and grabs my sweater, looking at it.

"Fuck I am sorry, I must have bled on your sweater last night." He looks at a spot on the arm with a dark spot from dried blood. It must have been when I was resting my forearm on his chest trying to hold him still.

"Aghhhh I can't go down there in this!" I gesture toward my red cropped top and begin to panic. Maybe I can just wear the sweater anyways. I will raise it off in the bathroom before going down, yeah that will work. Perfect plan Syd, girl you're brilliant.

"It's fine, I have more sweaters than I know what to do with, just borrow mine and I will wash this and bring it back to you." I look up at him shocked. Wow, remind me to send Alan a gift basket, he literally knocked the mean out of Matt.

I reach out and place my hand on his forehead. He pushes it away and looks at me like I am insane. "What are you doing?"

"You're being nice, I just assumed you were sick." He rolls his eyes but laughs knowing that his niceness is extremely out of character.

"I am not always, what did you call me last night? Oh yes, Satan." I laugh glad he heard my comment last night. "Anyways, I am going to go grab you a sweater and throw this one in the hamper, if we don't head down soon mom will knock on the door and remind me to have safe sex." My eyes bulge out of my head and my cheeks turn a deep shade of red.

"Oh my god, no! I don't want your parents thinking we...NO!" Right now, taking my life in my hands last night home alone sounds better than going downstairs with Matt's parents thinking we ...gross!

"Imagine being me! She has done it 3 times! THREE!!" He dramatically puts up three fingers as if I don't know what three is. I laugh and he flips me off before leaving the room. I head to the bathroom and clean myself up. Thank god I didn't wear makeup. I find some toothpaste and put it on my finger before rubbing it on my teeth and rinsing. At least my breath won't also smell.

I step out and Matt is leaning against the wall with a sweatshirt that looks like our school colors. "It's the smallest I have, it's my wrestling sweatshirt from 8th grade when I got pulled up to the high school."

I grab it and look it over, it has his last name on the back. I slip it on and look at him, waiting for him to lead the way. "Alright Satan, let's go. I was told there would be food."

"Yes let's go get you that half a grape, Barbie." We walk down stairs and his house is even nicer than I thought it was last night. The living room is open and just like upstairs looks straight out of a magazine. We turn the corner into the kitchen and Matt's parents are dancing to "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC. His dad is singing into the spatula while his mom is dancing with a grapefruit.

"Why are your parents cooler than you?" I look at Matt who looks horrified by his parents. I think it's super cute, I hope one day I am married and dancing with my husband in the kitchen like a lunatic.

"GOD CAN YOU TWO STOP!! And they are not cool, don't encourage...THIS!" He frantically waves his hands in their direction as they turn around seeing me and look slightly embarrassed.

"Oh dear, I didn't hear you two come down, I assumed you were upstairs..." she gives Matt a look as he completely loses it.

"MOM, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU TO STOP!" He is so red I almost feel bad for him. I laugh a little at his expense and he shoots me a look that tells me loud and clear I will regret this later.

"Well good morning, my name is Nicholas, but I prefer Nick, it is nice to meet you." Matt's dad walks over and shakes my hand. He is tall, much like his son, but not as muscular and with no tattoos. His hair is dark and curly like Matts but his eyes are brown unlike Matt's, which are a beautiful hazel.

"Good morning, I'm Sydney." I smile at him and turn to Matt's mom. She is short, about my height, with strawberry blonde hair. She also has brown eyes and I wonder where Matt got his hazel eyes from.

"Hi Sydney, it is so nice to meet you! My name is Celia." She comes over and immediately pulls me into a hug. Matt looks like his head is going to explode, God he's so damn dramatic, it's just a hug! I purposely hug her longer than necessary just to piss him off.

"Are you scared of dogs?" Matt asks, moving toward the back door.

"YOU HAVE A DOG! YOU'VE BEEN HIDING A DOG FROM ME THIS ENTIRE TIME!" I know I am being loud and his parents probably think I am crazy but a dog! He has a dog!!

"Yes I have a dog, would you like to meet Malcom?" I nearly push him out of the way trying to get to the back door.

"Would I?! I've had to spend time with you, letting me play with a dog is the least you could do!" Both of Matt's parents laugh and I hope my not so hidden roast about spending time with him let's them know I definitely did NOT sleep with their son.

"Wow, I should have just let you go home and fend for yourself with the bat." He rolls his eyes and pulls me away from the door so he can open it. We step out onto the patio and Matt calls for Malcom. "Malcolm! Come here buddy!"

From across the giant yard this huge Rottweiler looks up, before sprinting over to us. Matt steps in front of me as Malcom jumps up nearly knocking him over. He pushes him down and kneels, trying to hold Malcom from knocking me over. I kneel with him as I get sloppy wet kisses all over my face. It dawns on me that this is the most male affection I have gotten since like May.

"Oh my God, hi baby! You're such a good boy, do you know that? Yeah you're a good boy." Matt let's go of him and I am immediately knocked over. I laugh as this giant dog that probably weighs the same as me climbs on top of me soaking my face.

"Alright buddy be careful, you don't want to contract any of Barbie's cooties." He pulls the dog off of me and I immediately slap his shoulder. "OW!"

"Rude! Anyways, can we eat now? I could literally eat the grass I'm so hungry." I hear my stomach grumble and I start to feel lightheaded.

"Yeah let's go, maybe you'll eat a whole grape today, doubtful but we will see." I roll my eyes and the three of us walk inside. Matt sits at the end and Malcom curls up right at his feet. I sit at the island next to him. His parents have made pretty much everything you can think of: eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, hash browns, cut-up fruit, and so much more.

"This looks amazing, thank you so much." I start to reach to serve myself but Matt stops me. I look at him confused until he grabs a single grape off the fruit platter. He puts it on his plate and cuts it in half, very carefully, before putting it on mine.

"Here is your breakfast, this isn't too much is it?" He smirks as I raise my hands and pretend to choke him.

"I should use the bat on you." I mutter under my breath, causing him to choke on his orange juice, spitting it all over.

"So Matt, what did you do last night?" His mom asks him sweetly as she hands him a napkin. I wonder what lie he is going to come up with? But before he can answer he makes the fatal mistake of pushing his hair out of his face putting his cut on full display. Both his parents immediately see it and his mom freaks out. "You are fighting again aren't you!? Matt, you said you stopped!"

"Matthew Dean! Where were you last night, answer now before you're in more trouble than you can handle." His dad looks furious but also scared. He clearly loves his son and doesn't want to see him get hurt.

Before Matt can answer I speak up. I am not totally sure why I lie and cover for Matt but I do, maybe I feel like I owe him for not telling me to fuck off last night and making me go home alone. "No it wasn't from a fight. We were hanging out with some friends and I went to grab something from my car and accidentally opened the back window to my Jeep while he was coming to help me; hitting him in the head."

His parents seem to buy my story and return to talking. We continue to eat breakfast and make small talk. Celia is so sweet and Nick is super funny, how Matt ended up as such an asshole is a mystery to me. After breakfast, I thank Matt's parents once more before we leave to go pick up his bike from the gym.

"Thank you for covering for me. They worry too much." He takes my keys and climbs into the driver's seat, waiting for me to get into the passenger seat. I don't really mind though, I know I am not the world's best driver.

"Yeah no problem, I owed you anyways. Now maybe you won't totally hate me." I don't really mean that but I also kinda do. I like joking around with Matt, I wouldn't mind if we continued it. I don't expect we will be hanging out all the time, or pretty much ever, but at school or the gym it would be nice.

"Hate you? You're one of the few people at school that doesn't make me want to play in traffic." Matt looks at me like I am crazy. "If I hated you I would straight up never talk to you, I know I come off rude and have a shit temper but I respect that you call me on my shit and will go back and forth with me. Most girls just twirl their hair and say dumb shit."

"AWWWW you don't hate me!" I scream in his ear, pinching his cheek.

"Fuck where is that guy from last night, I am about to hand deliever you to him! I'll even pay him!" I laugh knowing he is kidding, maybe. We pull into the gym parking lot and he parks next to his bike leaving my car on. "Your parents home? If they aren't I won't just ditch you, I just needed my bike back incase it rained or something."

"They are. Thanks though I'd say you can come and be subjected to my parents embarrassing me but I have so much homework to do for tomorrow." I get out and get into the driver seat as he gets onto his bike.

"The APUSH isn't as bad as it seems, I finished that and physics on Friday. All I have left is the lit journal shit. If you need help or something shoot me a text." He starts up his bike grabbing his helmet in his hands ready to put it on.

"Thanks, I will see you tomorrow, Satan." I laugh and shut my car door. He signals for me to roll down my window, so I do.

"See you tomorrow, Barbie." He winks and takes off out of the parking lot. I laugh and lean