"I hate you." I spat as I left the Great Hall.
"The feeling's mutual, L/n." He said continuing to eat his food.
Faking my hatred for Mattheo Riddle was hard.
Very hard.
Neither of us wanted anyone to find out we were dating.
No matter how badly I wanted to tell my best friend, I knew I had to stick to the rules.
As the end of the day passed by, everyone was in the common apart from me.
Until now.
I burst into the common room and everyone's eyes landed on me.
"THEODORE FUCKING NOTT!" I screamed.
"What's up, babe?" He and his friends laughed at the reaction I made when he nick-named me that.
"Don't give me that bullshit. Why are you going around telling everyone I 'slept' with you!"
"Because you did." He smirked that I wanted to wipe off so badly.
"No I didn't! And I already have a boyfriend." I said.
"Where? I don't see him anywhere." He looked around jokingly.
"Right here, Nott." Mattheo came up behind me as everyone gasped in shock.
"Him? Mattheo? Please, you wouldn't even be able to stay in the same room as him." Theodore laughed.
"How would you know? You don't know me that well. You're not my boyfriend." I replied.
"Whatever, leave Riddle. Be with me. I'm wayyy better looking. You can have all this to yourself." He showed himself.
He started pulling you closer to him forcefully.
"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER, NOTT!" Mattheo punched Theodore in the face.
Mattheo kept doing this until Theodore was fully knocked out.
"Mattheo! Mattheo! Come on, let's go." I dragged him out of the common room and into my dorm.
"What the hell was that?!" I whisper-shouted in case anyone heard us.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't stand the thought of you being with him." He looked away, not daring to look at my face.
"But you can't just basically beat someone to death!" I said, forcing him to look at me.
"I know, I know. He just- I just hate him so much. I've seen the way he looks at you, Y/n." He looked at me clenching his jaw.
I sighed and hugged him, my head resting on his chest.
"I will only ever love you, only you, Mattheo Riddle. Don't worry."
"Love you more, Y/n L/n."
A/N
mm not proud of this one that much. i like the first one better.
