I had once said that Matthew is as Matthew does. While that was true, no doubt, I felt that the moment was better expressed as douche is as douche does.
He wasnt just on my bed. He was sprawled out on it lazily, the cockiest smile hed ever worn plastered on him. He was happy and he was on my bedtwo things that should never have happened occurring on the same day.
My hands were crossed on my hips, informing him that no, this was not ok. If he read my body language, he didnt show.
Matthew. I repeated angrily when he didnt respond. Tell me what youre doing in here.
He looked absolutely bored with me. I was expecting Anton. He said, his casual voice filling the room. But I guess youre good enough, too. Whats the blood from?
I hid my hands behind my back and went to wash them by the bathroom sink. I felt his eyes watch me as he waited for an answer. When the blood was all off my hands, I turned around and stared at him.