Forever & Always (Mattheo Riddle x Y/n)

3.

~Y/n's POV~

I looked up to see Mattheo standing in front of me.

I wiped my tears and got up as fast as I could and tried to act like I wasn't hyperventilating a second ago.

I don't know why, but I didn't want him to see me weak at all.

"I just came up for fresh air." I said, hearing my own voice shaky.

Mattheo looked concerned for me, but walked right past me and leaned against the railing of the tower.

I was going to leave, but I heard Mattheo say, "Your a bad liar."

I turned back around but he was staring at the night sky, not looking at me. "Well, for your information, I am not lying. Don't assume things." I said coldly.

"Whatever you say princess" Mattheo said, still not looking at me.

Princess? I got taken back for a second. I think Mattheo noticed because I heard him say, "Do I make you nervous Esmeray?"

I could basically hear him smirking, even though he wasn't looking at me.

"No, you don't." I said quietly.

"If you don't mind, I'm going back to bed." I said, and turned around.

"I really don't mind, I like being alone. That's why I'm here." Mattheo said coldly, still looking at the sky, but I saw him smoking a cigarette.

He shifted a little and I could see his side profile. The moonlight hit his face perfectly. His sharp jawline was outlined and one strand of his curly hair was in his face again.

  "Smoking kills you know?" I said, being the goodie toe shoes that I am.

"So you've never smoked before?" Mattheo said to me, finally turning around.

"Well, I- no I haven't." I said quickly.

Mattheo suddenly walked up to me and stood right in front of me.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed the cigarette from his mouth and shoved it in mine.

"Inhale." Mattheo said, looking deep into my eyes.

I inhaled like he said, I felt it go in my throat. I started coughing.

"Baby." Mattheo said, his eyes silently judging me.

"At least I'm not killing my lungs." I shot back, and threw the cigarette off the Astronomy Tower.

"What the hell, why would you do that?" Mattheo angrily said, looking at the cigarette fall and disappear.

"You bitch." He mumbled, glaring at me.

"Dickhead." I shot back, glaring back at him.

Mattheo looked like he was going to kill me, I smirked.

  I bet no one really talks to him like that, because he's Voldemort's son. Honestly, brag about something else, is he really proud that he's the son of someone who can't even kill Harry? And Harry's a little kid.