All The Lies You Tell - MATTHEO RIDDLE

Chapter 30

Mattheo Riddle

"Wake up, dumbass!"

An obnoxious voice shouts at what I'm assuming is me. I'm the dumbass. My overly heightened senses make their tone a lot louder than it should be. The sound flows through my ear where it is viciously drilling into my brain.

I lift my hand up to massage my sore temple while trying to open my eyes at the same time. That was a mistake. The ray from the overhead light blares into my pupil and melts my face off. Not literally, obviously. It might as well be, though.

I groan loudly and roll over onto my side. Shielding my eyes from the light, I glance around only to realize I'm on the floor. Now I am seriously confused. Once the initial pain has worn off I'm able to look freely at my surroundings.

The person who had first awoken me has sauntered away. Their departing figure tells me it was Draco. I use my palms to push myself into a sitting position. With squinting eyelids, I examine the Slytherin common room.

Any average person would be surprised to find themselves asleep on the hard, cold floor, but me not so much. I hate to admit this isn't the first time something like this has occurred.

I don't have the best track record with parties, which is what took place last night. Although I can't remember it, I know the absurd amount of alcohol I ingested is what caused this unruly moment. I wish I was more embarrassed and I wish my peers seemed a bit concerned with my well being, but as I've previously stated, this has happened before.

I jump up onto my feet with a slight wobble and look down. Clothes and shoes still intact. Always a good sign. I follow where Draco had went and found him and Blaise circling the fireplace.

"Mornin' boys.", I say to no one in particular.

Draco looks up from the book he was reading and says, "You finally decide to get up?"

I rub my left eye with the back of my hand. "I guess so. How long have I been out?"

"I saw you pass out around two last night.", Blaise pipes in.

I give him a blank stare. "You saw me pass out and you didn't try to get me up or take me to my room?"

Blaise just shrugs nonchalantly and goes back to whatever he was previously doing. I roll my eyes and turn my attention away from him.

"What time is it?"

"Like twelve."

I sigh. Awesome, half the day is already gone. I haven't been able to shake the massive headache I received from my hangover. I've gained an almost resistance to hangovers. It's strange, but I think it might have something to do with the mass amount of them I've been having recently. Therefore this one comes as a bit of a shock. I must've drunk a whole lot last night.

I plop down on the empty couch next to Draco.

"So what happened last night", I ask. "I can't remember anything after opening that first bottle of whiskey."

"Well let's see, we did the normal stuff, drinking, smoking, all that. Oh I do recall something about a girl trying to dance with you and you screaming 'get away from me!' It was hilarious!"