heedless by romanshome

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[Mature Scenes] SUPRISE SHAWTYYYY 

Athena stared at herself in reflection of the mirror.

Mr. Malfoy was supposed to arrive for dinner in several minutes, but she was locked up in her room—about to have a fucking heart attack. She was staring at herself with her big brown eyes, tan skin flushed under the simple black skirt wrapped around her waist, her upper torso growing hot due to the gray sweater that fell over her arms. She was dressed modestly, because she wasn't a fan of her own body right now—due to the amounts of insecurity that weighed down on her in the past few days.

Days. It's only been a week since her and Scorpius broke up, and she was trying to seduce his father.

She was a horrible person.

Wearing only a light layer of makeup, she chewed on her glossy lower lip, picking out the tiny flaws that she held. Her nose was a bit crooked, due to falling face first onto the ground when she played tag with Albus when she was younger. It didn't break, but it most definitely became more tilted. And she hated how hairy she always seemed to be. She had to constantly shave the mustache that poked onto her upper lip, because she wasn't naturally hairless.

Thanks to being Arab, she had a lot of hair. But she usually shaved anyways.

Twirling one of her curls around her finger, eyes disappointed with what they caught in the mirror —she felt her confidence diminish. She didn't look like Rose or Dakota. She wasn't pale—nor was as short and small as them. Although she was feminine, and her long legs was one of her best features, she was always insecure with how tall she was. Being at a height of five foot six, she towered over all her friends which drove her insane.

She sighed heavily, looking down at her desk.

Was she really going to do this?

Her bedroom door swung open, the head of Hastia popping in with a childish grin. "Hey, Daddy Malfoy just arr—Woah. You look hot, Tee."

Athena's cheeks blushed, a small smile creeping onto her lips, as she spun away from the mirror to meet her best friend's gaze. She didn't believe she looked pretty. If anything, she was revolted with how wide her hips protruded—or how lanky she appeared without much curves. Chest sinking, she watched as Hastia leaned against the doorframe, sending her a wink. "Ready for mission 'Bang your Ex's Papi'? Because for some reason, I feel like I'm more excited than you."

Athena twisted her mouth to the side. "Maybe we shouldn't do this. I don't—want to use Mr. Malfoy, Hay. It doesn't seem right."

"You're not using him," Hastia retorted in a duh tone, crossing her leather—jacket covered arms over one another. Her brows rose. "You're just secretly satisfying that small craving of revenge to reign down onto your ex. Just think of it like that."

"That's using someone, Hastia."

Hastia's brown hues rolled into the back of her head, which banged against the wall with a groan. "You already agreed to this. You can't wimp out on me now, Tee. Come on," she sighed, looking down at her friends through her lashes. "I mean if you really don't wanna—I won't make you. But the way you look at him reminds me of a chihuahua looking at a tamale during Día de la Bandera. Just don't overthink for once, Tee. Live a little."