Enemies. That's the first word that comes to mind when you think of Mattheo Riddle and Taylor Ashers, if they even let you think of them both in the same thought, that is. But when forced to fake date, tensions run high and hormones take over.
Will...
"I don't know what you're talking about," I say, avoiding his eyes. "My life is just fine," I say. Mattheo scoffs and plucks the piece of paper from Draco's hands, clearing his throat.
"Well, this letter from your mother says otherwise. 'Taylor, how could you let yourself be swayed so easily? Being a Slytherin is a shame yet there you sit, proud of your house. And becoming a prefect? Really now, are you trying to be your sister? You're a weak and pathetic excuse of a daughter.'" He finished. Smirking at my dumbfounded expression.
"Look, I don't know how you got this, but I'm fine," I say, taking the piece of paper and ripping it once, twice, three times, four times.
"Taylor," Tania says, grabbing my hand. I pull it back quickly, "You can't lie to yourself. Or us. It's fine to not be fine." She said, taking the paper shreds from my hands.
"I'm not lying to myself. I'm fine. It's fine, everything's fine!" I say maniacally, not fooling anyone.
"Wow, lying to your own self." Mattheo scoffs. "How pathetic can you get?" He asks, plopping back down into his seat, opening a book, and beginning to read.
"I'm not lying!" I shriek, surprising myself. "I need to change into my robes," I mutter, grabbing the green robes that show my house colors as well as my silver and green tie. I walk out of the compartment, tears down my face. They were right. Even Mattheo, as much as I hate to admit it. I was lying to myself. I go into the bathroom, closing the stall door and I put my white button-up blouse on, as well as my green skirt, putting on my actual robe, I dry my tears and plaster on a fake smile.
All my life, they've been there.
All my life, they've said they loved me.
And then they leave.
Like it was nothing.
I take a deep, shaky breath and exit the stall, grabbing my clothes on the way out, I get back to the compartment to see everyone whispering. They stop when they realize I was there.
"What?" I ask, confused, I stand on the seat, putting my clothes in my trunk.
"We were talking about how they're allowing cell phones at Hogwarts for the 4th through 7th years," Draco said, grabbing ahold of Octavia's hand. He was obviously lying. They wouldn't be whispering if that was the case. But I'll play along.
"Well good. I brought mine, but won't the magic around the school make it useless?" I ask, pulling my phone out of my trunk.
"There's a spell to fix that. They took the particular enchantment off that prevented phones from working. Only the 4th through 7th years are allowed, though." Draco informed me, pulling out his own phone.
"Nice, I won't have to drop off the face of the earth for the year again." I joke, scrolling through my Instagram.
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