He pulled me back by my waist and in front of him. He was towering over me as he sat me down in the chair. He kneeled down to my level and looked at my face.
"You got something to tell me sweetheart?" My breath hitched as I slowly nodded no.
He sm...
Being a sixth year had its advantages. For one, I had free classes. Over the summer, I took a Defense Against the Dark Arts course. And guess what.... that means no Defense Against the Dark Arts class for me this year. I don't need to take a class with Umbridge.
Another advantage, I was a prefect. I could roam the halls at night, I could yell at students who ticked me off even a little bit. And one thing I absolutely loved, was that I could have detention with other students. It was an excuse for me to not clean my room.
However, with it comes a few problems.
A few negative qualities are associated with 6th years.
Toxicity, drama, messed up friendships, stress, fucked up love. For me? Check. All of the above.
It didn't help that I had 3 classes with Loren either, and it can't be a coincidence that I sit next to him in ALL OF THEM. I could never look at him the same after I caught them making out in the hallway.
I know exactly what Snow would be thinking. Why'd I go looking there when I have no reason to be?
That's just me. Mattheo. That's how I act. I was walking down during our break, looking for a certain someone, hopefully she was all alone.
I walked into the library and began rummaging through the shelves. My eye caught the sight of Snow in the bookshelf in front of me. I made my way to that section. I had a few questions to ask her.
She sat down at a table and began reading a book. Her face showed no emotion and I carefully observed as she flipped through the pages and trained her eyes on the words with such care. I took one more deep breath to gather courage and slowly made my way to her table. I pulled out a chair and sat down right in front of her. She looked up and immediately got up.
"Snow." I gently pulled her back down to her seat. She looked at me for a second before speaking.
"What is it, Mattheo."
I scoffed and looked off to the side. Everything that happened yesterday night was still clear in my head. "Are you really that desperate?" I couldn't help the tone of disgust that came out from me saying that.
"Excuse me?"
"I thought you're supposed to be fucking smart Snow. Not the kind of girl that does, fucking... PETTY things to get back at someone." I was almost out of breath. "I just.... are you... that mad at me, that you're willing to get back with your abusive ex boyfriend? You two together just screams toxicity!"
Her face showed initial surprise before morphing into an ice cold expression. "Who said I'm with him? I just kissed him, that's all. Plus, why does it concern you of who I choose to kiss?"
"That wasn't fucking kissing, that was a full out makeout session!" I slammed my fist on the table and buried my face in my hands.
"SO WHAT?!" She slammed her book on the table and stared right into my eyes. "He's becoming a better person, which is more than I can say about you. He genuinely cares about me and wants what's best for me and-"
"Are you really thinking that? Snow, you're smarter than this, he doesn't love you, he loves the idea of controlling you!"
"I could say the exact same thing about you," she said with venom was dripping through her voice.
"I- It's none of my business on who you choose to date, but my god, that bastard? Seriously? Are you forgetting his threats to kill you, him choking you, physically, and emotionally abusing you? Are you forgetting, ALL of that?" I scoff laugh and lean back in my chair. I couldn't believe the person I was looking at right now was the same girl I knew last year.
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"You're right. It is none of your business." She stands up and gathers her things. Before finally leaving however, "You can't say SHIT about being abusive. You and your abusive ass is TEN TIMES WORSE than Loren."
That's it. I stand up and quickly rush over to her. She slightly backs into the bookshelf, but holds her ground.
"What did you just say? I would never... do that to anyone." I've never done that to her.
"Physical abuse isn't the only thing that exists, Mattheo. You lied, gaslighted, manipulated, PRETENDED you loved me!" My heart dropped. There's no way.. I just thought she wasn't responding.
"Y- you didn't read my letters, did you?" Her expression softened a bit as she looked deeper in my eyes. She shook her head no.
"Why would I." She looked down at her feet. There was no way she meant anything she said, right? "You'd just come up with excuses."
"That's a lie, and you know it. You're just scared that the ugly truth will come out when you read my letters, are you not?" She still didn't look back up at me. "Hey, come on, look at me." I gently lifted her chin up. "Am I wrong? Look me in the eye, and tell me I'm wrong."
Her eyes kept shifting between my two eyes. She gently pushed me away and just walked out.
I didn't stop her. I didn't need to. Her silence gave me all the answers I needed.
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