"Taylor," Mattheo said once everyone left and he had closed the door behind them.
"No," I responded into my bed, not moving to look at him.
"Taylor," He repeated, poking my shoulder this time, annoying me while also sending shivers down my spine.
"Fuck off," I said, still not moving.
"Taylor Kamilah Ashers," He said, getting louder, "Look at me." He said, trying to roll me over, but I held onto my black bed frame, even though my bandaged hand hurt, I wasn't going to use the one with the writing. He huffed and I could picture him running his tongue over his teeth like he always did when I annoyed him.
"No! Just leave me alone!" I said thickly, through a fresh wave of tears. What was wrong with that bitch of a woman? Why was Professor Dolores Umbridge so fucking sadistic?
"Tay," He said softly, "Why're you crying?" He asked, rubbing my shoulder.
"I'm not," I lied. If I told him, he would either kill her or tell me I'm weak.
I couldn't stomach either.
"That's a lie, and why do you have your sleeve pulled over your hand?" He asked, and I knew he was reaching for my sleeve.
"No!" I shout, pulling my head up and grabbing my hand from his grip, internally wincing as I did.
"Why did you just wince, Taylor?" He asked, making another grab for my hand. I pulled back and held my hand behind my back.
"It's nothing," I lied, "Just a paper cut," That was the worst lie I ever told. A paper cut? I didn't look at him as I got off my bed and went to sit on my desk, I could tell he didn't believe me, so I wasn't shocked when he launched forward and grabbed my hand and yanked back my sleeve, I shut my eyes tight, tears still leaking out of them.
"What. The. Fuck?" He asked through his teeth. He was pulling me by my hand to the bathroom in the next second. All I could do was follow behind him, still in waves of tears.
He turned the water on, and we stood there for a moment, watching the water run over the words etched onto my hand.
"'I must not sneak out and get into fights'?" He asked, anger dripping from every word he spoke. I didn't respond, I just shrugged and shut off the water, I turned from him, breaking our eye contact.
"She can't get away with this, I'm going to-" I cut him off, whirling around.
"No! I can't let her know she's gotten to me!" I say, tears still streaming down my face.
"Got to you? Taylor, she's cutting your hand open!" He said, taking in a shuddering breath.
"Yeah, I'm gonna rip her head off." He said. And with that, began walking towards the door of my dorm. I chase after him, slamming the door behind me.
"No! Mattheo, stop!" I shout after him, gaining looks from everyone heading towards their dorms. He ignores me as he walks upstairs to the common room, where Octavia, Tania, Blaise, and Draco all sat on the couches, talking quietly. They all turned their attention to us as soon as Mattheo burst upstairs and started storming to the second flight of stairs that led to the rest of the school.
"What happened?" Blaise asked tentatively, looking at Mattheo seething with anger and tears streaming down my face.
"That bitch of a woman made Taylor do lines during her detention!" He shouted, panting heavily.
"Oh, well then why're you angry? It was just lines." Tania asked, looking at him with confusion in her brown eyes.
"On her skin," Mattheo snarled, putting his hands into fists.
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Riddle Me This
FanfictionEnemies. 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...