Matt

Matt

Matt

After classes, at three in the afternoon, you are heading away from school when you notice the same group by the gates. Even with your head down, trying to pass by unnoticed, you are still spotted. One of his friends, deciding that such an act would earn him Matt's respect, shouts at your back:

— Where are you rushing to, little mouse?

He was about to approach you, but Matt stopped him:

— Watch your tongue.

He shot him a murderous look and walked up to you, his voice turning softer, though still maintaining his signature manner:

— Mind if I walk you? There are a lot of creeps out on the streets these days. — he cast a quick glance back at his friends. They blinked in surprise—it was the first time they had ever seen him act so "kind."