My life is a Riddle(Tom Riddle falls for a mudblood?!)

Chapter 29! :DDDD

She had been doing that a lot lately, smiling.

I swiveled my head around, looking for any signs of Tom’s presence, and told myself we were alone.

“Hey Myrtle!” I greeted quickly, running up to her with my mind desperate to ask questions.

She stopped for a split second and glanced at me, then seemed to remember something and began walking away hurriedly.

“No wait, please stop!” I pleaded and raced to get in her way.

She tried to get past but I kept intercepting her, determination etched across my very face.

“Please.” I said again, feeling like she knew what I was talking about.

She sent me a wary look and shook her head. “He told me to stay away from you, said you weren’t safe like him.” I didn’t even have to ask who him was.

“What?! That’s nonsense! He’s the one who’s unsafe!” I defended, his lies clouding her eyes.

She just gave me a look of sadness and patted my back. “He said you were crazy, told me you’d say that.”

I shrugged her hands off in annoyance. “Myrtle you have to tell me what’s going on. What he’s making you do. I’m trying to help you and I can’t do that if you keep listening to that monster and pushing me away.”

She rolled her eyes, shielded behind her foggy glasses. “I have to go.” She tried pushing past me, but I wasn’t giving up that easily.

“Myrtle, just tell me. I can keep a secret. I’m your friend and I’m not crazy. You know that. Don’t you want to share your excitement with someone else?” I lied, trying to persuade her into telling me.

At this, she thought for a second and smiled, opening her mouth to tell me.

I almost licked my lips in anticipation, the information I had been searching for so close…

“I-“ She was cut off when an arm wrapped around her a bit roughly and pulled her back with force. She thought it was a gesture of affection and smiled.

The owner of those pale arms glared at me, hard emerald eyes slicing holes through my skull.

Tom Riddle stood there, as he basically pushed Myrtle off of him with disgust. “Myrtle, why don’t you go to class?” He ordered with a smile so plastic it was almost shiny.

She grinned and nodded, walking away as if she was in a dream.

I tried to follow, only to be pulled back by the collar of my robe, the books in my hands scattering across the floor.