𝐓𝐄𝐍

                                    

                                          
Rhiya's POV
I woke up on a couch that smelled... old. I looked around, my vision hazy being that I just woke up. I saw Mattia, I think... cleaning? There's no way.
                          
He swept a little more then set the broom down. He took a big breath like he just did the most tiring thing in the world. I sat up on the couch and my head was killing me. Mattia turned around and made his way over to me.
                          
"Lay down." He made me lay down again and I held my head. "She fucked you up."
                          
"How do I look?"
                          
"There's no mirror, but she busted your lip, your nose was bleeding, you have a bruise on your jaw, and some scratches above your eyebrow." He pointed to every spot as he named them.
                          
"How does she look?" I mumbled.
                          
"Some bruises, black eye, bloody mouth. Honestly I don't really know who won."
                          
"I did."
                          
"I think you both did." He sat down on the ground in front of the couch. We sat in silence for awhile until I spoke up.
                          
"Mattia?"
                          
"Hmm?"
                          
"Were you cleaning?" He looked over at me like I caught him doing the worst thing ever.
                          
"You saw that?" I nodded my head. "Don't let Mr. B see your face, you might get extra time."
                          
"Changing the subject again I see."
                          
He nodded. "What's wrong with that?"
                          
"Maybe the fact that you never end the conversation."
                          
"What do you mean? I'm always the one to end the conversation."
                          
"No that's not what I- never mind." 
                          
"Where's your makeup so we can fix up your face."
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
"Don't girls always carry makeup with them? You know in your bra or something."
                          
He reached towards my chest and I slapped his hand away.
                          
"No!"
                          
"Then how are you gonna explain that to your mom?" He asked. Oh no. Well she did say she couldn't pick me up, and she would never ask me to walk unless it was important and she was gonna be gone for awhile. Wait, I'm getting off-track... why is he worried about my mom?
                          
"Why do you care?" I laughed.
                          
"I don't. I'm just curious, but I can help you come up with something."
                          
"I have an idea, maybe that I got in a fight and I won."
                          
"So original." He reached over and grabbed his water bottle, taking a long sip out of it, then held it towards me. "Want some?"
                          
"After u just put your nasty lips all over it? No thank you."
                          
"I use a vanilla lip scrub and very trustworthy chapstick." He informed.
                          
"I don't care." He held the bottle towards me again and I shook my head.
                          
This time he squeezed it, and the water went all over my chest and down my shirt.
                          
"Oops." I grabbed the bottle which still had some water and set it to the side. "I never pinned you as a girl to wear a black bra." Lucky me I had a white shirt on.
                          
"You thought about the color bra I might wear?"
                          
"I thought it'd be pink, or blue."
                          
"Shut up you're so weird." He took off his sweatshirt and put it on my lap. "Thanks, but no thanks."