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He couldn’t believe that he was actually letting this happen. He was letting the one guy who actually hated was going to meet his wonderful kind, sweet, goofy, and adorable family, that who was going to shower him with undeserving attention and love. He knew this was going to happen, because that was just who is family was as a unit. So as he opened the door and let Amir in, he felt his entire mouth clench up as the sweet smell of rice, plantains, and pulled pork coming from the kitchen. Gael was cooking again, and that meant that his mom would be coming out of her room soon to greet him.
“Mijo! Welcome home! And who is this? A friend of yours? It doesn’t matter, come eat, Mijo, uhm your grandmother is on your way with your cousin, so come and eat.” Pulling Amir’s arm, she dragged him into the kitchen when Gael and Juan were dancing isn’t he kitchen setting the table. “Actually, mom we have to go and study for this upcoming test, so unfortunately Amir here won’t be able to stay for dinner.” Rolling her eyes she kissed her husband on the cheek as he walked by before sitting him down. The house was live and filled with laughter and other people dancing eating, life reached every corner of the room.
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Amir wasn’t sure what he expected when he agreed to tutor Matteo at his place. But one thing was for sure, a warm, greeting wasn’t one of them. Immediately getting attention, Amir couldn’t help but straighten up and put on a charming smile, soaking up all the attention he could get. He couldn’t help it. After living in an empty quiet house that was the opposite of this one, Amir turned to other places for the feeling of being wanted, and he was definitely getting it here. Maybe this wasn’t a bad idea. “Hello,” he greeted the lady that started to drag him, unable to help himself as she insisted that they eat.
He glanced at Matteo when he spoke and said they had to go study, wanting to tell him he didn’t mind pushing that to later. But then again he didn’t want to stay here for too long with Matteo, and god knows how long their study session would last. So he just kindly said, “Thank you ma’am, but we really should get going.” With that, he was released to follow Matteo. He couldn’t help but look over his parents and take in the wonderful smell of food. He wasn’t sure when was the last time he saw his parents dance like this or when his mother cooked for him. Maybe never, and the thought brought an empty feeling to his chest, hurt flashing across his face before he went back to smiling.
Pulling Amir up by his backpack he pulled him close before stuffing a few homemade fries into his own mouth. Matteo mumbled something with a mouthful before swallowing and looking at his mother. “Yeah, mama we gotta go study, get those A’s but I’ll be back down for some ice cream later.” Turning to glance at Amir he beckoned for him to follow as he swung his backpack over his back, before walking up the stairs towards his bedroom. It was surprisingly tidy and clean not just for a teenager, but also for a teenager who always seemed to have bruises and scratches placed randomly on his body. It was spotless and the sheets were clean, along with a couple plants placed here and there. Surprisingly minimalist, but as you caught a glance at his outfit it became more obvious.
The one earring, the simple jewelry, pastel colored shirts, nice brand name shoes, along with clean cut hair. He was a nice dresser, but a dirty fighter. “You can just set down wherever, and I need to start working on these papers, I don’t care if you leave or something.” Amir had other people’s work to do at the moment.
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Amir walked with Matteo after pulling away from his grip on his bag. He didn’t make a big deal out of it because his family was watching, and he was lucky for that. He didn’t like anyone bossing and pushing him around. He was the one to do that to others. It was funny, really, how he thought the way he treated people was perfectly fine, but when it came to them treating him the same way, it was very wrong.
After making their way upstairs and into a room, Amir wondered to himself if they were actually stopping by another room for something, because this room couldn’t be Matteo’s. “Dude, why are we here?” He asked him as he looked around. Everything was simple and clean, and too white for a guy like Matteo. To Amir, the color white was pure, calm, gentle. Basically, the opposite of Matteo. When he was told to take a seat someplace, his brow shot up. “This can’t be your room.” He said in disbelief. He walked around, his fingers brushing against the walls, the bookcase, and the plants, which were shockingly real. At the mention of papers, Amir wondered what the hell he was talking about. He was here to tutor him, so how would he start on anything without him. Not thinking twice, Amir plucked one of the papers Matteo had and looked over it. “What’s this?” He asked, not caring about privacy.
Matteo took out his laptop and a pencil before getting to work, actually taking out contacts to put on a pair of reading glasses. Matteo was a completely different person at home than he was at school, well, almost completely. “Touch my succulents and you’re loosing that arm.” He snarled, almost like a wild animal, before turning his attention back to the work at hand, well was at hand until Amir with absolutely no regard for being polite took away a paper on Nikola Tesla, even strange it said it was by a Kendra Smith, the person who was not writing this paper. “What I do for money. Now give it back. Before I take it back.” That was clearly a threat.
By now Matteo had taken off his shoes, changed into a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, (nobody had actually seen when,) had reading glasses on, and was now a full three inches shorter than Amir. “Seriously dude, give that shit back.” His legs were crisscrossed in his bed, as he held out an arm, with a sleeve going over his arvtuslly hand as he asked for it back. What? He was comfortable, and this was his bedroom anyway, it’s not like Amir couldn’t make fun of him in his own house. Not with his family here at least, they’d kick him out so fast, he’d have whiplash.
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Amir’s hazel eyes scanned over the paper he had, reading things that he wasn’t supposed to see. “Wait...” he said, more to himself. This wasn’t his paper, but why did peanut brain have it? Glancing back at Matteo, who had changed appearance while Amir was looking over his room, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he was doing with this paper, that was until he spoke. He held onto it a little longer, even though he was threatened, and looked over the other papers he had before him. Just like the one he held, those weren’t his either.
“What do you mean, this is how you get money?” Amir asked in disbelief, finally handing him back the paper. “Is this some kind of joke? How are you doing peoples work?” He looked over Matteo. This was all a shock to him, the fact that he did work for money, the glasses, the simplicity yet stylish lifestyle. He just knew this guy as a dirty fighter and a troublemaker.
Glaring at Amir he scoffed before snatched it out of his hands. Who made him such an asshole? Seriously? “Oh c’mon, you really don’t think that I’m an idiot, I have an A in geography, science, physical education, physics, and I can speak two languages fluently. I was a stellar student in every other year in my life, you really believe that I am an idiot? Seriously? You don’t walk past the trophies in the hall?” Rolling his eyes he scoffed before beginning to type once more. One of the reasons that he hated Amir was because he was exactly like who he used to be, then when he realized that he had a passion that school wasn’t required for, then he just used his time for something different. Writing other people’s essays. He got paid and kept his literary skills sharp. Yet, his grades dropped focusing on others. Because of them at the teachers treated him like shit, when they used to praise him. He wasn’t a drone anymore, but of course since he used to be protected by the teachers but now he was free, he was targeted. Because he used to act like Amir, and now he wasn’t star student.
People were dirt. Supernatural or not. After High School, Matteo was going to leave Warwick creating maps of undiscovered places, and closed of property, and he would always be free like his animalistic side wanted him to be. He would be away from everyone who wanted him to fail, and able to live his life the way he wanted. With a few jobs in between.
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“Pft. You? A’s?” Amir couldn’t help but chuckle, getting a real kick out of it. Once Matteo took back the papers and went back to work, Amir continued to look around the room, all the while speaking to Matteo. “If you have A’s in those class and claim to be so smart, then why do I have to tutor you? Why make yourself look so dumb? People talk crap about you and all this time you could prove them wrong, but you don’t?” He was included in all of those people but didn’t say that detail. As he spoke, he moved to check out his close that were on the rack, actually liking how they looked. At the mention of the trophies, Amir thought of how he actually did look at them, but he only looked at the ones he got from football.
Rolling his eyes, he simply continued to type and listen to his constant, and annoying questions, actually closing his computer and looking as he searched his room, obvious confused as to why he was so tidy compared to the bumps and bruises that he collected at school. “First off I don’t make myself look dumb, people just assume that I am because I don’t actually want to go to college. Second I would be fine with the detention, it was you who demanded that you tutor me because you don’t want something bad on your record.” Getting up he smacked Amir’s hand away from his clothes before reaching for a water bottle to mist his plants. “Also, I don’t care about there opinions. I’m not going to see them after this senior year. So I don’t give a fuck.” He looked so gentle but of course the scars on his arms betrayed him.
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“You do make yourself look dumb towards the teachers at least,” he said just as Matteo slapped his hand away. He slightly snarled as he looked down to him, finding him even shorter than what he already was. But then he backed away from his clothing. After having to check everything out, kind of, he just went to sit at the edge of his bed now that Matteo was up and about. He watched him for a moment, still not believing his eyes that this was the same Matteo that almost everyone feared at school. He was so innocent, so simple, so... different. It kind of was disgusting, but at the same time, intriguing. Though he wouldn’t admit that last part.
“Your pathetic man. At least I care about my education enough to choose to tutor you. Are you ashamed of yourself? What does your family say about you?” He asked, once again, not caring about privacy. He thought he had the right to know about everything. Really, he just wanted to know how Matteo did it. His father would kill him if he got lower than an A in any of his classes, and if he heard he got detention, he would most likely beat him. So he was always careful when it came to fights because let’s face it, Amir had anger issues of his own that he codyknf handle sometimes.
Pathetic. Matteo had been called this before, but that didn’t stop it from hitting him in the gut everytime he heard it. “You know, studying mindlessly for things that won’t even matter in the real world, why would I waste my time on something that won’t even matter to me in the future?” Running a hand through his hair, he tossed the waterbottle on the bed, doing his best not to let Amir get to him. “My family... my mom. Know about my plans. They... wait.” He tapped his foot before glaring back st the lumbering football player in his room.
“This is my house, I don’t have to tell you anything so stop interrogating me. Unless you’d like to revisit that whole facade you’be been putting on for the people at school, more specifically, your girlfriend. Does she just somehow ignore how much of an asshole you are? Or does she just not know?” Since Amir has decided getting close and personal was now a game he decided to return the favor. Opening his window, he allowed the cool breeze of the winter air float in, turning back to Amir he just went on. “Or how you were totally just stopping me for show yesterday?”
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”Studying mindlessly is what gets you to what matters in the future. That’s just how it is.” He tells him the obvious. People were taught everything, so they could choose what to major in later in the future for themselves. Even though he didn’t want to put time and effort into every class he took, he had to because of his dad and because he wanted to stay on the football team whilst also being the star student. What college wouldn’t notice him and want him to be part of their community? However, for him, the real problem starts after graduation, when his father would want him to take business so he could join the family business, even though he wanted to continue playing football. Just hearing Matteo say that his family was waiting for him to do his thing, and trusting him with it, it actually made him jealous, because he would never get the same understanding from his family.
But his thoughts about his family left when Matteo turned his attention to Amir and started to interrogate him. It was one thing to find out people’s shit, but to have someone try to find his pissed him off. “Fuck off,” he tells him with a roll of his eyes. Hearing him just blab about what he thought Amir was doing was starting to anger him. “You don’t know shit, okay? So don’t act like you do, and don’t talk about my girlfriend.” Amie stood up as he glared at Matteo, acting all protective when in all reality he was just being protective about himself because he could care less about his girlfriend, he just wouldn’t admit that to himself. “You're just jealous of me, admit it. Everyone loves me, I’m the star student, and I have a hot ass girlfriend.” He bragged something he was good at.
What seemed obvious to Amir caused Matteo confusion, how were so many people just content with having their entire lives wasted away on something as basic as a stable income. Sure it was definitely important, but making a stable income off of something you loved while supporting yourself was much better to him than wasting away in some cubicle in some random corporate office that made him feel trapped. “Studying mindlessly is what gets your soul sold to the devil. Having your freedom stripped away doesn’t feel like a great way to go towards the future to me either.” He challenged. ‘That’s how it always is’ was never going to be an acceptable answer. It meant remaining stagnant instead of moving towards goals and aspirations.
Seriously how old was this guy? Five? He never seemed to understand that people would return the same reaction that he gave them. “Yeah, I don’t know shit about your girlfriend, and frankly I don’t want to. She seems like an awful person. But the more I think about it, the more you two just seem perfect for each other.” Giving a charming smile, dripping with sarcasms, he turned back and leaned at the bottom of the steps as Amir stood. “Jealous? Ha! Are you serious? Okay, uhm. You know Henry? The sweet guy on your football team? I’ve hooked up with him. At least four times. I dunno I lost count. Oh, Quincy from the water polo team, I took his virginity, and let us not forget about ‘Pretty Paul’ from the basketball team? I gotta say, guys who play sports can get it any day. Second of all, I don’t give a fuck about your grades kiddo.” He reiterated, of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t someone jealous of the treatment he got. He was still sensitive even if people didn’t see it, but he would never tell Amir that.
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Amir wouldn’t be able to do what Matteo was doing in life. He had to study mindlessly. He had to work in a business that he didn’t want to, even if it meant having his freedom stripped away from him. Because his father always told him ‘That’s how it always is’. So it meant remaining stagnant instead of moving towards his goals and aspirations. His fathers words were so drill into him, that he was starting to believe in them.
“Ha, very funny.” He said with a roll of his eyes. He gripped the strap of his bag tighter and started to descend the stairs, thinking of just storming out, because apparently, he had no use of staying here. Not when Matteo turned out to be little Einstein. “Say whatever you w-” Amir stooped talking when Matteo mentioned hooking up with some of the jocks. The topic of it just caught him off guard, and for a moment he wondered if Matteo was saying this because he knows about Amir. Panick flashed through his eyes, but he quickly hid it. Straightening his composure, he turned back to face Matteo. He was reminded that he was into guys. He looked over him, kind of seeing him differently now. “Whats that supposed to mean?” He asked him.
Quirking an eyebrow he noticed the change in posture, as if he was getting ready to defend himself. Seriously what was this guys deal? Deciding to have a little fun, Matteo did a little smirk before cornering him at the steps. “What do you mean what do I mean? I say what I mean and mean what I say. Are you the person insuating something? Do you wanna tell me something?” He chuckled tilting his head and leaning closer towards him. How would Amir react? He clearly read too much into what Matteo was saying, but for what reason? There wasn’t much room for Han underlying tone when talking about something so blatantly, so what was happening in his mind over here.
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Amir took a step back when Matteo moved closer but found the stairs behind him, which meant he would only have to go back up, so he just stayed in place. His jaw tightened as Matteo messed with his brain and spoke about Amir wanting to say something. He obviously didn’t have anything to say to him. “There’s nothing to tell you,” he tells him and glared down to Matteo. He just wanted to wipe that smirk of his off his face. He was really pissing him off, and confusing him, about what was going on. So he didn’t know about Amir? No. He didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to know. No one did. Right? “I’m leaving since you clearly don’t need my help,” Amir tells him but doesn’t move for a moment. Being this close to Matteo, he couldn’t help but feel warm and flushed as he accused him of something. Hopefully, it didn’t show it. Finally getting his feet to work, Amir brushes pass him to let himself out.
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