Trixie smiled at his kiss. "Will do." She chuckled, slipping out of the bed and padding across the room to his dresser. She stared at his clothes for a little while, being her usual picky self. She ended up putting on a navy shirt and one of his hoodies, which was just oversized enough on her to be cute. She left her boots lying there kn the room, walking to the bathroom and fixing his her hair with a brush. It was then that she noticed he had been gone... a while. She glanced at her phone a little worriedly, then let herself out of the room and slipped quietly down the stairs. She blinked as she saw something... strange. The sight of Layla touching him, just in general, was enough to tick her off slightly. The fact he was shirtless and she was taking a paper towel to his abs? That wasn't gonna fly. A feeling a whole lot like jealousy swelled in her and she stalked quietly to his side, reaching a hand up and promptly pulling him into a kiss. A possessive, deep one, at that. After a probably unnecessarily long kiss, the pulled back and offered him a sweet, fake smile. "Hey. I thought you were taking a while." She teased, raising her eyebrows at Layla and offering a hand out to take the paper towels. "I think he's pretty dry. Can I throw those away for you?" She offered, the same false-sweet tone.

Trixies presence hadn't bothered Matt too much, in his eyes he hadn't done anything wrong. But the look on her face said otherwise. "Oh boy" he muttered to himself, watching her stalk over and, before he could start any sort of explanation, was pulled into a very deep kiss. He reciprocated it the best he could, and was left just blinking slightly once she had pulled away and spoken to Layla, leaning back against the table. The girl didn't look too impressed, and she stuffed the paper towels into Trixies hand rather violently. "Thank you" she said, her smile sweet though her tone was the complete opposite. The red haired girl kept herself firmly planted next to Matt however, her hand staying, this time without the paper towels, on his stomach. Tracing the sting wound. "Are yoy leaving now or? Considering you're down here" he asked, making no attempt to stop either girl from arguing.

"Of course." Trixie nodded lightly, walking right between the two of them, and right through her arm. She tossed the paper towels into the bin and stayed where she was, bitter in the worst way. The part that stung a little too much was the fact that he hadn't moved. At all. Just stood there, let her touch him however. Then again, what right did she have to be jealous? They could maybe qualify as friends with benefits, if that. His words hit her the entirely wrong way, and she raised her eyebrows at him, crossing her arms. "Well, I guess I am now. I'll call an uber or something." She shrugged, her tone a forced neutral. "Have fun." She said flatly, walking lightly out of the kitchen and up to his room. She had been counting on him for the ten minute ride to campus, since she literally had no other mode of transportation. She pulled his hoodie and his shirt off, throwing her sweater back on and folding up his clothes, tossing them on the bed as she checked her phone. "Fuck." She hissed, trotting down the stairs as she checked the time. Well, now she was gonna be late, which was... delightful. She strode straight toward the front door, not intending to say goodbye in the slightest.

Matt prised Laylas hand off of him long enough to catch Trixie just as she was about to leave, moving his hair out the way. He grabbed her arm gently, listening to the red haired girl traipse upstairs behind him. "I wasn't saying anything bad, Trixie? I can drop you off, I just didn't know if you were leaving by yourself or not" he said, his words coming out in a long exhale. Usually the type of attitude she had given would cause him to simply throw a couple insults and let her leave, but he somehow felt different about letting Trixie just leave. "Look, whatever i've done I apologise. Please just let me drop you off? Or say goodbye at least?" He asked, his tone almost coming across pleading, like he wasn't ready to just let the girl leave and not see her all day. Even thouh they, to him as of now, qualified as maybe friends? with benefits if he was lucky enough.

Trixie paused as he grabbed her arm, letting a slightly frustrated sigh and turning to look at him. As much as she wanted to be, she wasn't mad at him. She softened a little at his last words, shuffling slightly uncomfortably. That girl just got a little under her skin, and she hated how easy it was. His pleading tone sent a wave of guilt over her for overreacting, and she thought for a moment on how to fix it. She sent a vague glare toward the stairs and took a step closer to him, huffing. "I'm sorry. I don't- I just don't like her." She muttered, glancing at her feet. She lifted her gaze to meet his, a little... embarrassed. "I would really like if you would drop me off." She added quietly, leaning up to press a light kiss to his cheek.

"Trixie, she's not done anything. Just threw her water at me or whatever. I apologise either way" Matt said, his words coming out in another sigh, though this one a slightly more understanding one. He smiled at her next words, nodding in acknowledgement. "Let me put on clothes, i'll be down soon" he said, quickly darting off upstairs to throw a shirt and offering trousers on. Once he had collected the car keys, his phone and said a very brief goodbye to layla, he appeared downstairs, opening the front door for Trixie. "anyone would think you're a little jealous of her, anyway" he joked, though he was aware he wandt making it any better.

"Oh, shes done something. Matteo, she was sitting there, just running her fingers over your abs! That's my thing!" Trixie hissed, giving the littlest of frowns. She fiddled with her fingers while she waited for him, still scowling just a little. "Men are oblivious." She muttered under her breath, looking up as he came back. She cocked an eyebrow at his words. "...no. Different subject, please?" She asked, her voice slightly strained. She moved closer to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before walking out the door, heading quickly to the car.

"Again, she was wiping the water off. But i'll let you think what you wanna think" Matt smiled, getting in the car, waiting for Trixie to shut her door before setting off down the driveway. "Anyyyyway, are you gonna be too busy to see me today?" he asked, tilting his head as he reached the end of the drive. His question didn't sound genuine, but it very much was. The more time he could spend with Trixie the better, in his opinion. Soon enough they reached the destination, and he parked up just a little bit away, looking over at Trixie with a smile.

"Mm, alright Mr. Oblivious." Trixie said flatly, tilting her head at his question and shooting him a playful smile. "Oh? Do you miss me already?" She teased, reaching over the toy with his hair as he parked. "We can hang out after this, if you want. It's the only class I have on my schedule today, I just need to put a little time into an essay and then I'm all yours." She smiled, glancing at her phone for the time. She bit her lip, looking at the building and staying where she was. She was late, and she desperately didn't want to walk into her economics lecture and have to sneak into a seat. "...How would you feel if I just didn't go to this class?" She asked lightly, glancing at him.

"Sounds fine with me. And for your information, yes i'm missing you already" Matt said shrugging, a smile playing on his lips as he spoke. He felt his heart beat slightly faster at her question, and he did his best to answer accordingly, not to his preference. "That's completely up to you. I wouldn't mind it, but would that not affect your grade in..any way?" he asked,doing his best to be fair though he desperately just wanted to spend the whole day with Trixie. How he had gotten this attatched was beyond him. To him, it felt like he had known her for ages.