Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

twenty six

I spent the rest of my weekend in my dorm most of the time. The only time I would come out of my dorm was to get breakfast, lunch or dinner. Most of the time I've spent in my dorm was laying in bed and sometimes even taking a short nap throughout the day. If not I was either doing my homework for the weekend (which was barely any) or crying about what happened this week with Ryder.

I haven't heard from Tom ever since that night in the common room. Pansy, Draco or Blaise have no clue on what happened. I haven't seen him that much either. Over the whole weekend I've only seen him once, and that was during lunch hours. We haven't spoken a word to each other since Friday night.

Pansy mostly hung out in the courtyard or the library most of the time, but she would always come back to check up on me.

I've only seen Draco and Blaise during breakfast lunch and dinner hours. They would oncr in a while ask me how I was doing, I would tell them that I was fine.

Although I didn't feel fine. Sometimes I would have to hold back my tears during these hours.

I have seen Ryder these past few day, it looks like he had a new girl wrapped around his finger. Before I saw him as a complete angel, now I've realized that he is just as bad as Tom.

Maybe even worse.

Of course Ryder had another girl wrapped around his finger. Maybe it wouldn't be too late for me to tell her my side of the story.

When another week of school just came around, I had been exhausted from the weekend, considering that I haven't done much. The Yule Ball would take place in eleven days and I still felt as if this wasn't real. It was only about a month ago when Tom and i were told that we had to attend the ball together.

I guess that's why I couldn't think straight.

Once I walked in to the Dark Arts classroom, I was introduced to see that the only person in the classroom was Tom. He was sitting in his seat while reading a book, not even acknowledging that I have entered the room.

I sat down beside him quietly, being careful that no conversation sparked between us. I sat in my seat awkwardly next to him, glancing over at him sometimes to see him with his eyes still glued to the book.

"I know you're here, Victoria," He said cooly, not taking his eyes of his book, " You can stop being awkward around me now."

I shook my head slowly and stared at the front of the classroom. Seats we're empty, no one has arrived. I started to tap my fingers lightky on the table out of nervousness, tapping a light beat.

"Will you cut that out? I can't focus." Tom snapped at me with his eyes still glued to his book.

I stopped tapping my fingers and put my hands in the pocket of my robe. Then I felt something in my pocket, something crinkled and somwhat still. I took the object out of my pocket. It was a tiny piece of paper, folded up into a small piece. I started to unfold it quietly, making sure that I didn't disturbTom and his precious book. On the piece of paper there was a message written in black ink and cursive.

Meet me in the Library after class
-Ryder

I sighed quietly as I looked at the note. That day in the library studying with him made me feel excited about him wanting to see me. If only I could go back and tell myself about what would happen in the future, maybe the world wouldn't be so dark as it feels right now.

"Who knew where you would be today," Tom's soft deep voice mumbled to me as he looked over my shoulder at the note. He had an evil smirk on his face as he looked at the note and then at me, "Victoria Larson, broke up with her boyfriend and is forced to go to the dance with Tom Riddle, how sad." He says sarcastically.