Matt Sturniolo

The door barely closed behind Ivone before Matt’s voice cut through the silence. Of course it’s you. Get out. Chris told me to come, she snapped, not moving. He’s not here, Matt stepped closer, jaw tight. So leave. No. That was enough. He grabbed her arm and shoved her back into the wall. I’m not gonna repeat myself, you little— His phone rang. Matt cursed under his breath and answered. What? Hey, is Ivone there? Chris asked. Matt glanced at her. Yeah. Good. Just make sure she’s okay… and doesn’t accidentally hurt herself in that condition. Matt frowned. What condi— The call ended. Slowly, he lowered his phone, eyes locking onto Ivone. What condition? he asked coldly.

He was nonchalant, handsome, likes to vape and drink. He was funny and cool but he hated Ivone and acted completely different around her. He was always mad and cursing her out, yelling…