the sink hole of loving you //mattheo riddle

Chapter 7

"I'm freaking out!" I say barging into Sophie's dorm. She and a shirtless blaise jump apart and look at me. "Oops" I say frozen in the doorway. "Hi blaise" why am i the most awkward person ever? And why do I always walk in on them at the worst times? "Hi Claire," he answers, also clearly feeling awkward. "Why are you freaking out?" Sophie asks as if I didn't just walk in on them. "I think i'm gonna cancel." she whips her head around and looks at me. "No you're not" I look at her helplessly. "And I'll tell you why you're not. When's the last time you've made out with a guy?" I look over at Blaise who is awkwardly scratching his head. "Don't worry about him" Sophie walks toward me. "Answer the question" "like...when i was a third year" i mumble. geez has it really been that long? " 2 years ago. And when was your last date?'''' Okay i get your point.'' I answer. "How long?" she demands. "at the beginning of my fourth year" she got me there. "I rest my case. Now, do you want me to come over and help you get ready or can I continue making out with my boyfriend?" she asks. "It's okay. I'll be okay" "dang right you will. And you're gonna change your answer to the two questions I asked you." "yeah" I nod my head. "I am" "because you are a strong independent woman. Screw mattheo ''Sophie says. "Yeah! Screw him! I'm gonna make out with draco so hard he won't know what hit him!" "yeah!" Sophie lowers her voice a few notches so she isn't yelling anymore. "But don't do anything drastic. Remember you have standards, and expectations, and one of those is respect. And so help me if he doesn't respect you I will beat the shiz out of him. And blaise will too. I'll beat him first and then as soon as he's healed.....BAM! We're back for more" she says with crazy eyes. "Okay let's settle down." i say. "don't forget that i will beat him" "okay" i say slowly looking over at blaise. "She uh had a shot of tequila right before you walked in and i think it's just hitting her" i nod. "Well I'll leave you to it. Sorry for walking in and interrupting. Again." "It's okay," he says. "Good luck on your date" "thanks! And thank you sophie. I needed that pep talk" "anytime" she answers, pouring another shot. I walk back to my dorm and start getting ready, when my door flies open, revealing a very angry mattheo. He slams the door and walks toward me. "geez dude, don't break the freaking door '' I say walking out of the bathroom. "you're still going," he says through gritted teeth. "Yes, I'm still going," I say, slightly irritated. "And if you'll excuse me, I need to put on my dress," I say , grabbing it out of the closet. "There's a bathroom," he answers coldly. "I know there's a bathroom, but I would love to be able to just change in my room." I say, very irritated now. " Well I'm not leaving, so if you want to change in your room that badly I guess I'll turn the other way" "fine.'' I spit out. "I'll change in the bathroom." I walk into the bathroom and slip on my dress. It's a navy blue dress that cuts off a little shorter than I'm used to, and shows way more skin than preferred, but I look awesome so screw it. I walk out of the bathroom, and Mattheo is sitting on my bed with his head down. He looks up as I enter the room, and gives me elevator eyes. I duck my head to hide my blush and walk over to grab my bag. It's when he does this kind of stuff that I want to fall right back into the sinkhole of loving Mattheo Riddle, and we can't let that happen again. "Claire," he says, his voice closer than it should've been. "what? '' I whisper without turning around. This has gotta stop. I'm going on a date. With someone else "Please don't go," he whispers. He's right behind me now, whispering in my ear. "Why?" I ask. He sighs against the back of my neck but doesn't answer. I spin around, and get real close to his face, so our noses are almost touching. "I asked you why," I say
walking away . "You don't get to decide who is right for me, Mattheo, that's up to me and me only, not you, or Malfoy, or anybody else. ME!" "claire please!! he's not good enough for you, you deserve so much better than him-"
"no" I say , shutting him up. "If that's your best reason for me not going on this date then I'm going!" "Claire," he pleads. "You know what?!"I yell. " Why do you even care?!?! Why do you care who I go out with, and if I get screwed over and hurt?!? what does it matter to you?!!" "Claire," he says through his teeth. "no don't claire me, WHY DO YOU CARE-"
"BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE YOU OKAY!" "I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE THE SECOND I SAW YOU AND I CAN'T SIT HERE AND WATCH YOU GET HURT BY A TOTAL JACK*SS OKAY?!?" he says, breathing heavily. "W-what?" I ask. "I love you," he says breathlessly. I take a second to process what he said. He loves me. He loves me. I wasn't hopelessly pining all of these years. I think of what Sophie said about not going back to him unless he admits his feelings first. Well...... Maybe falling into the sink hole again wouldn't be so bad. I drop my bag onto my bed. "Wha-''''I love you too mattheo." I lean forward till our foreheads were touching. "I've always loved you," I whisper, before closing the gap between us. It was a soft sweet kiss, with his hands on my cheeks, barely there, like if he kisses me too hard I would disappear. Or shatter. Then all of a sudden it changes. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me forward, making me moan. He digs his fingernails into my hips and kisses me, hard and hungry. As if he'll never get enough. He pushes me against the wall and pulls my hips toward him. He smashes his lips on mine, and runs his tongue over my lips. I open my mouth and his tongue enters, devouring any sanity that was left. Unfortunately, after a couple minutes I have to breathe, and I pull away. He doesn't seem to mind and just moves his lips to my neck, sucking and occasionally biting it. Holy heck that feels good. His lips travel from my neck to my jawline, making me shiver. He smirks against my skin and continues to make his way back to my lips. This time instead of crashing his lips on mine, he stops right before, and his eyes roam around my face, memorizing every inch of his perfect face. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. His hands move to my thighs holding me up. He walks over to the bed, and gently puts me down onto it. He unzips my shoes, then slowly crawls on top of me, his hand slowly moving from my thigh all the way up to my face. He grabs my hands and holds them above my head. I squirmed under him, as his other hand continues to roam. "you're gorgeous," he whispers into my ear, causing me to shiver. "So gorgeous" he mutters as he moves over to hover over my lips. This is too much. I need him to kiss me, to touch me. He just hovers over my lips teasing me. I let out a whimper, and he chuckles, then connects his lips with mine, continuing right where our mouths had left off. His hand is still holding my arms above my head and his other hand is gripping my hips tightly. He moves his lips down to my neck and I moan. "That might just be the best sound I've ever heard" he murmurs against my neck. This is the best night of my whole life.  After a while of him taking dominance he lets go of my arms, most likely expecting me to keep them there, but I take this advantage to flip him over, so I'm now on top. He growls, but I shut him up by putting my mouth over his. his hands cup my bottom and I sigh against his lips. I move my lips to the skin behind his ear. He shivers and squirms under me, then grabs my butt harder. I move my lips down his neck and along his jawline. He sighs loudly and I move my lips back to his. After about an hour of making out we are both breathing heavily, laying side by side on the bed. I look over at his messy hair, loose tie and his wrinkled dress shirt. He catches me staring and smiles. "I'm gonna change out of my dress," I say in his ear. I walk into the bathroom and put on a tank top and some sweat shorts. Cute, but comfy. When I come back out he has a t-shirt and his sweat shorts that he always keeps at my dorm. We both climb into bed, and lay down. I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck and soak up his smell. " I love you," he whispers in my ear. "I love you too" I whisper back. Looks like I have returned to the sinkhole of loving Mattheo riddle.