Broken Souls

Mattheo Ⅰ

Benjamin Wadsworth as Mattheo Riddle

I sat lazily on my bed, scrolling through instagram. Next to me on the bed, a gorgeous blonde woman began to stir. "Morning, darling. You were lovely last night." I smirked in the way that made all the girls swoon. The girl grinned at me before climbing on top of me again, giving me a lovely view. "Sorry darling, as much as I would love to continue this we've gotta head to class. I unceremoniously shuffled her out of the room on the seventh floor before picking up my uniform from the night before and putting it on. The rumpled clothes and ruffled hair gave a fairly good indication of what I'd been doing. Not that I minded; it drove the girls crazy.

I strolled down to breakfast, and instantly my good mood was ruined as I saw my older brother glowering at me. Thomas Riddle Jr, poster boy for a politician's son. Always well behaved, never a hair out of place, paparazzi's darling. He didn't have a single scandal to his name. Unlike me, of course. I've got too many to count. I grinned obnoxiously at him, trying to bait him. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He merely turned his attention away from me and towards his little puppies that followed him around every minute of the day.

I sat down next to my best friend Enzo, and we did our handshake. He looked me up and down, smirking. "Someone had a good night, huh?" I smirked back. "Well, what can I say? The ladies just can't leave me alone. You can only dream of being as good as me." I playfully waggled my eyebrows, and Enzo scoffed. At that moment, Liana Avery, Enzo's girlfriend, came over and sat down beside us. "Oh, he's good, Theo. I can attest to that."

Liana was the one girl with whom I'd never make a move. If someone had told me six months ago that Enzo of all people would fall into a steady relationship, I would have laughed. He was almost as much of a playboy as I was. Yet here we were. They worked surprisingly well together. I ignored the small part of me that whispered 'you'll never have that' and continued to banter with my two favourite people before making my way to my first class.

Well, class was a bit of a stretch. The O.W.Ls had finished a few days ago, and so not a single fifth year was willing to come within six feet of a textbook. Not even Abbot, the nerd, was doing any work. The teachers mostly let us get away with it; they were sick of us too. I took out my phone and opened Instagram.

Immediately, an image of my brother and father at some random conference over winter break popped up on my feed. I scoffed and scrolled down, liking a photo of a random girl who was in the year above me. A notification popped up, and I exited Instagram, making my way to the groupchat.

f-boy - mattheo

boytoy - lorenzo

biatch - liana

boytoy

guys

guys

hello

someone

biatch

jfc enzo

what?

boytoy

nothing. i'm bored.

f-boy

me too

how shall we escape this predicament

we are cursed

doomed

dooooomed

biatch

stfu drama queen

boytoy

man i can't wait for summer to start

this place is hell

Theo's probably the most excited out of us for once

f-boy

can't blame me

i'm dying for one summer w/o my parents or the jerkass that calls himself my brother

boytoy

yeah yeah we know

you've only been saying that for a month

Hey, maybe you'll meet someone

Imagine that 

Mattheo Riddle with a girlfriend

f-boy

🖕🖕

not my style

at least this time i won't be third wheeling you guys

one week during winter of that was enough

biatch

never say never!!

I locked my phone as the bell rang and left. Only one more day until the term ended. Usually I would be dreading this as it meant an entire summer at home with my "family," but not this year. I had applied to be part of North Seasons' summer duelling course. Enzo had heard about it and told me. An opportunity to escape my parents and duel at the same time. There is no way I would pass it up.

I had already decided that even though the actual camp only stated a week after summer began, I would go home tomorrow and leave for NYC the day after. I could find a cheap hotel or something to stay at. It couldn't be worse than some places I'd slept after getting too drunk to make my way home.

I couldn't wait.