Layla listened to Trixie speak, her hearing sharp on every single word that came out of the other girls mouth. She seemed a challenge, much more than any of the girls back home? and she was beginning to falter. The only thing keeping her from dipping back was the thought that, in her mind, she would be the one ending up with Matt back in a whole different country- though unbeknownst to her, that most likely wasn't happening. She tossed Trixie a sweet, fake smile as she stepped over the glass, stepping aside though barely enough to let her walk past. "A girl like you shouldn't have so much confidence, it's not impressive. You're not pretty, you're not fooling anyone with that fake out on confidence you're throwing out there, because quite frankly no one's as stupid as you seem to be. Sure, if you wanna go around thinking you're absolutely gorgeous and that you can get whatever you want whenever you want from any man, woman or whatever go for it, but I can assure you Matt won't take any of that, especially not from someone as spoken and useless as you. Plus, anyone that could so much as glance at you could tell you're the type to go back to a man no matter how badly he treats you, because self respect isn't in your dictionary, and you think it's cool. Get a grip." She hissed, her hand clutching the sofa as she stood her ground. "Oh and also, I can assure you Matts in no way set on you. Isn't that right?" She asked, catching the eye of Matt, who had been stood on the bottom stair watching in well..awe. His gaze was set on Trixie, and it was clear he wasn't happy.

Trixie paused at the entrance to the kitchen, talking a deep breath as Layla spoke. The worst part? She was right. But her stubbornness overrode her insecurity, and she refused to show that to this woman. She span on her heel and leaned coolly again the wall, glaring Layla down. "Maybe not. But it's my confidence to have. You seem really determined to tell me I'm not pretty, and you got your point across. If you really thought that, I doubt you would have to keep reiterating it." She said flatly, getting tired of the conversation. "Oh, I see, you've run out of insults and resorted to generic ones. Stupid is real original. I never said, nor do I think, that I can have whoever I want and get whatever I want from that, so I don't know what gave you that impression." After, she simply rolled her eyes. "Nothing you're saying is based in fact. You're just groping at thin air for anything vaguely insulting. You should stop, maybe get a grip yourself." She muttered. As Trixie spoke, she looked at Matt, raising her eyebrows at him. "I never said he was. And I didn't assume so either." She finished quietly, holding his gaze through her final words before she turned and walked into the kitchen.

Matt felt himself internally wince at the words being thrown to each other, and as much as he wanted to defend Trixie, pretty much kick Layla to the curb, he knew he couldn't get himself in trouble with his dad. He'd have to act different for now. He watched as Layla let out a small laugh, her eyes set either on her or him as she spoke. "Or maybe I just don't wanna waste too much energy on someone like you? Please look at yourself, you're a mess. I feel sorry for Matt already, you're clearly a cling on" she spat, locking eyes with the guy. "Plus, all in all you're just..weird. But hey that's something you've got going for you, weirdness is originally right?" She asked, watching Trixie, very much running out of insults. She stepped forward to the girl, opening a draw beside her as if that would make some sort of point. "Now listen, do what you want with the guy, i don't care. But i sure as hell hope he fucks you, dumps and you uses you like the slut you are" she whispered, drawing a spoon out of the open draw. She stepped back and turned herself around, nearing Matt. "anyway that's all J came for. Have a nice night" she said, her tone that of mock innocence. She pushed past Matt and towards the stairs, leaving the guy staring at Trixie, his expression incredibly annoyed. "...What was that" he mumbled, looking at the glass on the floor.

"Honey, are you obsessed with me or something? Because you're kind of stalking me through the house." Trixie said flatly. "Oh, please. If you didn't wanna 'waste' energy on me, you wouldn't bother walking after me and trying to continue this conversation anyway." She laughed at the next part. "You can't really be that desperate for an insult. We both know I'm not any more of a mess than you are, and you haven't even seen me around a man. So you automatically know I'm clingy? If you're gonna insult me, at least give me something worth fighting against." She giggled, walking to the fridge and grabbing herself a drink. "Oh, good one. I'm weird. I'll just go cry in a corner now." She mocked, taking a sip of her drink. She raised her eyebrows as she opened the drawer, an amused smile on her face as she imagined slamming the girls fingers in the drawer. "Mmm, okay. I hope he does too. Then I won't have to deal with you any more." She said sweetly, narrowing her eyes at the woman. "Just because men actually find me desirable doesn't make me a slut. Maybe you'd know that if anyone ever did find you decent looking." She added lightly, not bothering to lower her voice. "Right, buh-bye now. Have fun trying to screw yourself." She called boredly, taking a sip of her drink and glancing at him. She took in his expression, and the only she could think- as, that expression better fucking not be for me. "Ask her. She's the one who hopes you'll... what was it? Oh yeah, fuck me, dump me, and use me like the slut I am. So just a normal, friendly little girl talk I had with your arranged girlfriend." She shrugged, her tone forced into lightness. She set her drink down and walked off to grab a broom. After, she walked silently into the living room and swept the shattered glass up.

Matt raised his eyebrows at Trixies words, frowning profusely. He watched as Layla stuck her middle finger up before disappearing round the corner of the stairs, and it left him dealing with Trixies bad mood and comment towards him, alone. It was hard for him to keep up as she switched from the kitchen to the living room rather quickly, and he blocked the doorway to the front room after she entered, leaning against the frame. "Right, Trixie" he started, rubbing his forehead. He badly didn't want to seem like he was on Laylas side, but at this point, with the rate his father was going he didn't exactly have a choice. "I get you and the girl don't exactly..get on, but i doubt there was any reason for..all that" he spoke, clearing his throat. "She's clearly insecure, you didn't have to rise to her comments either. And i'd like to add she's not my girlfriend" He said, watching as Trixie swept the glass up. "yet" he said under his breath, fiddling with his ring. He was aware Trixie could possibly now hurl insults at him as well as Layla, but he also knew he had to stick up for the red haired girl at some point, to avoid further family feuds or whatever.

Trixie paused at his first words and She immiediately knew he was going to blame it on her. As he started speaking again, her hand began shaking. Hard. She ended up getting the glass up and tossing it in the closest trash can before she set the broom away and leaned against a wall, blatantly refusing to look at him. She waited for him to finish speaking, staying silent for a long time afterwards. When she did speak, her voice was shaking with either anger or betrayal- some sort of emotional turmoil. "You... doubt. That there was any reason?" She swallowed, clenching her hands into fists. "So you're telling me that I overreacted. Without knowing what the fuck went on." She nodded slowly. "You brought me to your house, where another woman is living. And that's fine. But when that woman berates me and attempts to personally attack me, it's my fault for not giving her an excuse, letting her do it, and sitting there and taking it. It is... my fault that I got called a slut, insecure, ugly, clingy, useless, worthless, and not worth anyone's time." She hissed, lowering her voice. "Because I defended myself, I am at fault. Right. Understood. It's been a nice talk. I'm glad I actually know where I stand now." She finished, only then turning to give him a cold glare. "Anything else I've done wrong? I'll add it to the list of things your not-girlfriend told me I was, and try to fix myself from there." She said quietly.

Matt bit his inner lip as Trixie started talking, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. He knew she'd rise to his words, yet he still didn't want to have to deal with it. "My gosh, Trixie I get it, you were defending yourself, I understand that completely. But you can't ignore her silly little comments even just a bit? Rising to her comments that much makes you seem like the insecure one-" Matt stopped himself immediately at that comment, regretting it straight away. He hadn't meant to be that harsh, nor had he meant that comment at all, the stress of the two arguing clearly fucked up his brain. Or he was just a prick. "Look I apologise. I just can't afford to never hear the end of some stupid shit like this, as long as she thinks i'm on her side" he sighed, standing against the wall, leaning his head against it rather hard. "So you want me to drop you home? I assume you won't wanna stay here. Plus i need to talk to Layla anyway" he mumbled, staring at his phone.

Trixie looked as he had stabbed her by the end of his words and she slowly unballed her fists. "No, you don't. You're not sorry. Don't pretend. It came out of your mouth, and you meant it, somewhere. If you didn't then you wouldn't have said it." She said quietly, walking to the couch to grab her phone and tuck it in her pocket. "Yeah, well, it wasn't very stupid to me, Matteo. But I guess this means Layla was right about you." She finished, starting off down the hallway. "No thanks. Go talk to your girlfriend, she's obviously the most important thing here. I'll take an uber." She shrugged coldly, pausing when she reached the door to turn and look at him. "And, don't call me. Or text me. Ever. Unless you figure out daddy and Layla don't lay your life out for you- but that won't happen. Goodbye, Matteo." She said flatly, walking straight out the door and slamming it behind her. She yanked her phone out, walking down the driveway to go sit on the curb while she dialed an uber. She stretched her legs out and crossed them, relishing the cold. It helped her feel bitter about it.

The final inch of Matts clear softness had been dissolved completely by Trixies last comment, his teeth grit together at the word about his dad. "Don't mention my father, Trixie, leave him out of this. You clearly have no idea" he said, his tone dropping so low he might as well be growling. He let out a slow exhale, the controlled breathing seeming to be the only thing able to control his stupid bounts of anger. As she started to leave he put his hand up in mock innocence, not bothering to continue the argument too much. "Right, fine think what you wanna think. If you don't want me contacting you again, I won't. Have it your stupid way" he mumbled, slamming the door immediately after she had left. He caught a glimpse of Layla by the banister, and he could only do much as glare at her before heading into the kitchen, slamming his phone down on the counter.

Should we skip to them maybe not hating each other so much? At their coffee shop?))