"right i've had enough of this now ana, its ridiculous" blaise bursts into my room,"get up and dressed now, he's back"
"he's back?" i question him
"yes so get showered and dressed and meet us in the living room!" he walks out slamming the door close behind him to wake me up properly
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i pick out a tight fitted black gym set (leggings and a cropped log-sleeved top) and put them on with a pair of trainers.
as i walk out into our little living room, my eyes meet his. he looks exhausted. mattheo is sat in a single chair across from the sofas. he's wearing all black, black top, black joggers, and black trainers. his eyes look empty, dead.
i walk up to him, "i need to talk to you"
"no- no you don't" he laughs at me, avoiding anymore eye contact
"yeah mattheo, i do, get up and come with me for literally two minutes" i say to him
"ha- um no? i don't wanna talk to you skank" he laughs at me again
"um excuse me? what did you just say to me?" i say raising my eyebrows at him and laughing in shock
"you heard me bitch, go- fuck off i don't wanna be seen with you, your embarrassing" he laughs even louder
"fine i'll go, but you better pack your shit up cause your not staying in my room" i scoff at him, walking out into the common room then wondering through the castle aimlessly
um short chapter sorry- i'll be working on some new chapters soon! i'm trying to start a new book to see if i have any motivation towards that tho so lmk if i should publish it, it's a rafe cameron book 🤭😻
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His Angel || Mattheo Riddle
Romancei did not create Mattheo Riddle so credits to whoever did i don't own any characters except Anastasia Parker //TW// mentions of drugs, alcohol, self harm, swearing and a shit ton of sex mentions, smut 🤟😋
