𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘎𝘐𝘙𝘓, 𝙇𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙕𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙆𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙀

summer wine

Mattheo's eyes flicked to the necklace, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he asked, raising an incredulous eyebrow.

Confusion washed over me. "What?" I questioned, my heart racing.

He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing into mine. "This is the fake necklace. Where's the one I gave to you?" he demanded, his voice filled with suspicion.

My pulse quickened as I backed away slightly. "This is the one you gave me," I insisted, but doubt gnawed at the edges of my confidence.

Mattheo examined the necklace closely and then shook his head. "The one I gave you was pure gold. This one is silver," he asserted, leaving me stunned and at a loss for words.

"How do you know?" I questioned, my voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Because I'm not daft," Mattheo stated, his gaze unwavering. "Where's the real necklace?"

I felt the weight of guilt pressing down on me as I admitted, "I... I don't know," my voice barely rising above a whisper.

"You don't know where my necklace is?" Mattheo repeated, his incredulity evident.

I hesitated for a moment, grappling with how to explain myself. "There was a party," I began, my words coming out in a rush. "My friends insisted that I wear the necklace, so I did. The morning after the party, I couldn't find the necklace anywhere."

Mattheo's smirk only deepened. "So you expect me to believe that you made a fake necklace?" he challenged, skepticism etched on his face.

I nodded, my guilt intensifying under his scrutiny.

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. "Who were you with the night of the party?" he pressed, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Images of me and Lorenzo together that night flashed through my mind, and I stammered.

"I..."

Mattheo cut me off, seemingly unfazed by my hesitance. "You were with Lorenzo?" he stated with an air of certainty before turning around to face Lorenzo.

"What? N-," I quickly interjected, my voice filled with panic.

Mattheo scoffed at my denial. "Don't lie," he spat, his anger flaring. "Give me my necklace back, Lorenzo."

Lorenzo, however, was unyielding. "It wasn't yours to begin with!" he retorted defiantly, escalating the tension in the room.

"Now, I'm not fucking around," Riddle reiterated, his tone firm and unwavering.

The entire class, including Professor Slughorn, turned their attention to our heated exchange, curiosity and surprise etched across their faces.

In the midst of this unexpected classroom spectacle, Draco couldn't help but voice his confusion.

His face scrunched up in bewilderment as he asked, "Wait, so Lorenzo's the guy Cleo fucked or is it Mattheo..?" His words trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air, causing a hushed murmur of gossip to ripple through the room.

The heavy weight of embarrassment clung to me as I continued to stare at the floor, struggling to shake off the feeling that everyone's eyes were still on me.