Burning Roses

4|The game

●TOM●

Tom likes to play games, because he likes to win. No, he loves to win. And she was a game. And Tom plays games to win, he always win. Getting back what was his was the first step of the game, finding out her name was the second. Next, he was going to find out everything about her, every happy memory and every dirty secret. That's where his followers come in. Particularly Mulciber, you could say he was "popular" with the girls. This task would be especially easy for him. I need to get something, anything that I can hang over her head and keep her in line. That way, I'm in control, like I'm always in control. 

○DALAYZA○

"Hey." A tall boy with dark brown hair and green eyes greets. 

"Hey?" I notice him as one of Tom's "friends". What does he want? I continue making my potion, but I can feel his eyes burning the side of my face. I pick up the knife, cutting up the ingredients for my potion. 

"Do you want me to help you with that? This job dosen't seem good for a fragile girl like you." He asks out of the blue, grabbing the knife and pourpesly brushing his fingers against my hand. He lightly shoves me aside, cutting up the ingredients. I huff angrily. 

"So, are you single?" He asks casually, not even looking up at me. I snort. 

"Better single than taken." I answer, leaning onto the table. I see the game Tom's playing. I see his plan. "Besides," I sigh, putting a hand around his arm, which makes his ears burn red. 

"I'm not looking for a relationship, especially not with you." I add quickly, brushing my hand off of him. His pale face goes into shock, but he quickly recovers. 

"You know, your rudeness doesn't make you attractive." He says, an edge to his voice. He starts to cut the ingredients harder. 

"What makes you think I'm trying to attract you?" I ask innocently, even though my voice is laced with poison. He suddenly chops the knife down, getting it stuck in the table. Lots of people are watching us now, including Tom. 

"You bitch!" He says through gritted teeth. 

"Woman are considered "fragile" but I've never seen anything as easily wounded as a boy's ego." I state, dating back to the words he said earlier. He glares at me and opens his mouth to say something else, but Slughorn cuts him off.

"Mr. Mulciber! Please, go back to your seat." He scolds, the whole class watching as he does so. I turn around back to my ingredients, quickly raising my eyebrows at Tom. You're gonna have to try harder than that.