#aestheticdriven

Matthew is a barista at Izzy's favorite coffee shop.

                                    “… You KNEW what our deal was when we started this, Chase. I did not appreciate you ambushing me into your friends’ party. I did not appreciate being introduced as your girlfriend. And I DEFINITELY did not appreciate how you ignored my corrections and attempted to force me to stay by denying my ride back home. So no. I did not humiliate you, you did that to yourself by ignoring what we both agreed to the moment it became inconvenient for you. Now lose my number and leave. Before I make you.” 

Isabelle stayed in her seat, impassive, as Chase called her names, and even as he got up in a bolt, purposefully knocking his coffee down and ruining over half of their table. She rolled her eyes. “And this little display is supposed to make me change my mind? I pity the girl you manage to manipulate into a relationship with you.” She sighed after he stormed out, and tossed her hair back, looking at the mess with twisted lips, and wondering what kind of coffee she should get today. Boys were always so dramatic. Specially when she refused to give them whatever they wanted. 

@aestheticdriven​:  “Sweet, bitter, and meaty. Like my ex.”

Harry rolled his eyes, but he smiled at the same time. “I just want to be polite. If you’re helping me with studying, then I want to make a good impression.” Hah, as if Matthew hadn’t known and seen Harry stumbling though life for four years now. There was no point in acting as if that was their first meeting ever, as if they weren’t sharing classes and slept in the same dorm, but Harry was going to try. 

He was already embarrassed enough that he even needed help, but his transfiguration skills were lacking and Matthew was so much better at them.

@aestheticdriven  //  💝 (a cute bear to a cutie fae)

Matthew was — it was hard for her to figure out just what it was she felt for him. In her eyes he was like a big brother to her. He was her brother's parabatai and she knew that he would always look out for her brother. Some days she knew there was more there but ho she felt wasn't something she knew. Why would she? Her focus was on her book and on becoming Cordelia's parabatai. Everything else didn't matter. Well, almost everything else. Finding out just which greater demon was her grandfather meant that there was a lot of things she needed to figure out. Even more so after finding out that she had called all the ghosts that had saved Cordelia in the first place. Everything just seemed to be hitting her at once and she knew something had to give. "Now, why don't you help me here and we can deal with James later."

Happy Valentine’s Day, Izzy