My real enemy / Mattheo Riddle

• JUST A MISTAKE •

He tilted his head. "Jealous much?"

I didn't answer. Because I was.

So fucking jealous it burned in my chest like acid. I hated the way she looked at him. The way she let him make her laugh like that. The way they fit together so easily, like they had years of memories I could never catch up to. 

And she chose him tonight. Not me. Why? And I know exactly why.

Agnes finally stepped in between us, her voice firm but tired. "Mattheo. Don't you have something you were doing?"

Her words stung more than I expected. I wasn't even sure if it was the way she said it, or the fact that she didn't try to explain anything. Didn't try to stop him from standing that close. Why did she not tell him to get away as he is the problem here, how can she not see that?

She reached out and tugged gently at Thomas's sleeve. "Come on."

He let her pull him, but not before giving me one last smirk like he'd won something I didn't even know we were competing for.

"Goodnight, Riddle," Agnes said softly as they turned away.

I didn't answer. I just stood there. Frozen.

Watching her disappear with him up the spiral staircase that led to the girls' dormitory. Her hand brushed the wall as she walked, and his shadow followed hers like a fucking echo.

My chest felt tight. Like someone had jammed a wand right through my ribs and whispered a hex I didn't understand.

I was angry. Not just at Thomas. At her too. And at myself, most of all for letting her get close. For caring. For thinking that maybe, just maybe, I was finally getting under her skin the way she was under mine.

The hallway was empty again. Silent. And I just stood there, fuming, still, stuck staring at the staircase I couldn't follow her up in.

I'm wishing I didn't care as much as I did. But I do. And I was going to make sure Thomas fucking knew it.

After that i grabbed the silver lighter that was laying on the table just a few feet away. I now decided that I was defiantly going to the astronomy tower to take a smoke, there was no way I would be able to sleep if i don't.

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Agnes Potter

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By the time we made it back to my dorm, everything felt quieter. The chaos from earlier, the yelling, the running, the professors it all had melted away, replaced with that still, sleepy kind of hush Hogwarts always seemed to have at night. I closed the door gently behind us, the sound of the latch clicking into place oddly comforting.

"I'm changing," I said going towards my closet and grabbing a hoodie, I had already pulled the black shirt of from my body when i realized....Thomas was right behind me. I didn't care. It was just Thomas. He's seen worse.

I slipped into my soft grey pajama pants and a big hoodie I stole from Reg like two years ago and never gave back. He's probably forgotten about it. The hoodie was huge and warm and exactly what I needed. Thomas had taken off his shoes and was already sitting cross-legged on my bed like it still belonged to him or something.

I raised an eyebrow. "Make yourself at home..."

He smirked. "Thanks, I will."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out the small tray I kept in y drawer with some leftover foods, one I used when I needed something sweet late at night. There wasn't much left, but enough for now. A few grapes, some strawberries, and pieces of white chocolate. I hate dark or milk chocolate. I know people say white isn't real chocolate, but I don't care. It tastes better, and that's enough for me.