Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself
Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.
A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!
If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.
"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.
"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.
"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.
Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.
"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.
"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"
"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"
"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.
"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.
"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.
"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.
The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.
"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.
"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.
"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.
"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.
Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."
"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.
"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.
"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.
"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.
She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.
"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.
"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.
"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.
Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"
He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.
"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.
A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.
When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.
"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.
"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."
"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.
The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.
"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.
"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.
Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.
"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.
"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.
"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.
"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.
"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.
"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.
Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.
"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"
"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"
Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"
Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.
Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.
Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."
The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.
"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.
She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.
The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.
"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.
"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.
"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.
"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.
"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.
Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.
"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.
"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.
"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.
"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.
"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.
"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.
"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.
"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.
She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"
"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.
"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."
Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.
"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.
"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"
He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.
"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.
He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."
"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."
Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.
Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.
"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.
"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.
