𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙚𝙙

XXXI

Tuesday 23, 4:29 pm
the powerpuff girls

bea👅💅
i think it's high time i give my phone a little refresh

My Soul💕👌
wdym?

bea👅💅 changed the chat name to
'sexy beasts 🍒🍑'

My Secret 🙈💋
yes.
i call the cherries

My Soul💕👌
fitting
i got a better ass than you

bea 💦
*1 attachment*

gina 🍒
wait why is that cute

pans 🍑
sexy

bea 💦
you're welcome darlings

gina 🍒
on a more serious note
did you get anymore texts

bea 💦
yeah
he kinda said the same, but more angry?

pans 🍑
want us to read them again at dinner

bea 💦
yeah
just don't reply
i don't want to give him any hints that i'm forgiving him or smth

gina 🍒
ofc
we'll see you soon
enzo and i are going for a walk, we'll be at dinner around 6:30

pans 🍑
that's a long walk 👀

gina 🍒
unlike you, i can actually walk 👅

bea 💦
💀

pans 🍑
so true tho
daph a literal dream

gina 🍒
you better be able to go to dinner

pans 🍑
ofc
anything for bea 🥵

bea 💦
imma go finish that stupid paper for potions

pans 🍑
we had hw?

gina 🍒
we always do pans.

pans 🍑
can i copy???
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
🥺

bea 💦
ofc bbg 😌

pans 🍑
mommy 😩
😩😩😩😩😩

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Tuesday 23, 5:42 pm
bastard 😒 - bea 💦

bastard 😒
the day is almost up princess 

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I have read every single one of his texts, ignoring all of them. I knew if I texted back it would be just as bad as not replying, but I had nothing to say, so I stayed silent.

Reg and I waited for Pansy to show up to go through my messages. It was the same as it was at breakfast, I felt empty and disgusted. I felt his eyes on me, peering through the students at the Slytherin table. I had never felt so isolated as his stare bore into me.

"Where are you going?" Pansy asked with her brows furrowing as I mindlessly got up.

"I don't know," I muttered, already out of breath. I reached Riddle's seat as he gave me a smirk of satisfaction.

"I see some sense was finally knocked int-" I didn't give him enough time to finish his sentence before I full on swung as his face. I didn't know what happened, all I knew was that I saw a bright flash of red. Immediately, a firm hand gripped my wrist, dragging me along quickly. We reached the bathroom and he slammed the door behind us.

Tom.

Fucking.

Riddle.

"What was that?" He huffed, his face filled with anger. I stuttered with my words as I couldn't come up with an explanation. "You can't just punch him in the face and expect everything to be fine after that." 

"I know!" I yelled, losing control again. I quickly gathered myself as I realised who I was yelling at. "I know," I sighed, looking anywhere but his eyes. I felt the rage bounce of his body as we stood in silence. I was disappointed in myself the longer I thought of everything. I had no idea how to get the other brother off my ass. "I'm just not ready."

"You didn't have to punch him," Riddle seethed through his teeth, running his hand through his brown curls.

"What was I supposed to do? Let him keep texting me as if I'm going to die in the next twenty four hours?" I cried, waving my phone around. His eyes grew darker than ever and snatched my phone from my hand, reading all the texts.

"That bastard," he growled, putting the phone on the sink counter, gripping the edge until his knuckles were whiter than snow. "You didn't tell anyone?" He asked, head hanging.

"Regina and Pansy," I whispered.

"I meant; did you tell a professor?" He urged, pushing off the counter, stepping toward me. As if it was a dance, I took a cautious step back, hands in front of me. He stared at them with zero emotion in his face. "I'm not hurting you. Physically." At least he's honest.

"Who was I supposed to tell? The headmaster let Voldemort's sons in this damn school in the first place." Riddle didn't say anything, didn't move a muscle, not even a twitch or flinch, but I knew I hit a nerve. "I should have never texted you. I don't feel safe anymore!" I shouted, shoving past him. Hr grabbed my wrist again, stopping me from leaving. My body tensed at his touch. "Let go," I whispered, not daring to look back.

"Beatr-" I whirled around, fire in my eyes, my free hand ready to hit him. But he knew, he was ready, my other hand was also soon easily in his grasp.

"Let go," I demanded again, eyes filling with overwhelming tears.

"Just listen." I shook my head ferociously, hitting his chest, trying to make him let me go. "Are you done?" He asked. My legs were forming into jelly, I was so done. My fists relaxed and gravity pulled me to the ground.

"I hate you," I sniffed, my face sticky with salty tears.

"You have every right to, Beatrix. I promise you what whatever Mattheo is doing, it'll end tonight. I can give you my word on that." I got down to my eye level. "I know I can't make you feel or do anything. And I know that apologizing over text isn't as affective as it is in real life, so, I'm truly sorry." I looked at him with teary eyes, I saw truth in his expression. 

As much as it hurt to admit, he wasn't the problem. 

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if you couldn't tell, i rlly like dramatic scenes.
ik this chapter isn't as short as the others, i just got rlly carried away 🫢
i hope this chapter it good, it gives a bit more 'action'
anyways...
what sport do you play/want to play?
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