Warnings- swearing
Third Person POV:
After a week, Y/n and Mattheo havent been speaking. Y/n and Lorenzo have been talking a lot so they could get people to spread rumors faster. They even held hands while walking down the corridors and Lorenzo sometimes would give her kisses on her cheek. After all that madness, a rumor went around, saying Lorenzo and Y/n were dating. So they both made it come true.
They 'dated', held hands a lot, and even had to kiss whenever Mattheo was walking towards them which made it really awkward, especially for Lorenzo as sometimes, the girl he wanted, was around at the wrong times. She would look hurt or sometimes mad but she never said anything. She would just walk away quietly, not talking to Lorenzo as much either, which made Lorenzo upset but Y/n comforted him.
Y/n sits next to Pansy, Lorenzo next to her as they eat breakfast. "Ugh, i got potions first." Y/n mumbles, sighing. "Oh, yeah, dont you sit next to Mattheo?" Pansy asks, taking a bite out of her bagel. "Thats exactly why i dont want to go. We will just end up fighting."
"How long are you guys gonna keep this up?" Pansy lowered her voice, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "Just a little bit longer. I wanna make Riddle suffer." "I dont get your ways of pulling boys but it always works." Pansy shakes her head, Y/n smiles and looks over at Lorenzo who was staring at the girl he liked.
"Dont worry. Soon." Y/n rubs his arm, knowing how hurt he was and how he didnt want to keep this up. He nods but still watches her. Y/n gets up, grabbing her bag. "We better head to class now." Pansy nods, standing up too. "Ill see you later." Lorenzo smiles up at Y/n as she plants a kiss on his forehead, walking away with Pansy.
"Im surprised he hasnt fallen in love with you yet with all this kissing." "Its Lorenzo, he knows what hes doing." Y/n shrugs. They walk through the corridors, not bringing up Y/ns relationship with Lorenzo as they reach potions. They were right on time. They took their seats, Y/n sat next to Riddle, who didnt bother looking up.
20 minutes into the lesson and Mattheo nor Y/n had said anything to each other. That was until Mattheo broke the silence. "So, you and Berkshire?" He opens his textbook, not looking at Y/n. "What about us?" Y/n turns her head to look at him. "Nothing. I thought he wasnt your type, thats all." He shrugs, flicking through the pages.
"Oh? What exactly did you think my type was?" Y/n raises an eyebrow, opening her textbook. "Someone who actually is worth your time." "You think enzo isnt worth my time?" "Oh, his name is 'enzo' now?" Mattheo looks up at Y/n. "Ive always called him enzo, even when we were friends. What is your problem, riddle?" Y/n turns to him, whispering now. "Who said i had a problem?" "The way your speaking to me." "Well, sorry, i havent spoken to you for a week." "I wonder why." "Okay, that wasnt my fault." "Yeah, well, you let it happen and now you have to pay the price. You can suffer while you watch the person you wanted, have someone else who may even treat her better than you."
"Right, whatever." He rolls his eyes, looking away. He was in deep thought after that conversation. Y/n sits in her seat, a bit pissed but also cant help but smile. It was kind of funny to be fair, for her at least. But Mattheo was pissed as hell. Win win i guess.
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Y/n sits in the slytherin common room, reading through her essay for Snape, the one they made a deal about. Pansy ran into the common room, people watched her, frowning. "Y/n! Y/n, Lorenzo and Mattheo are fighting in the courtyard." She reaches Y/n, panting. Y/n jolts up, putting her essay on the coffee table. "What?" She stands up, running out of the room, Pansy right behind her. She ran through the empty corridors until she reached the courtyard, a crowd was forming.
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RomanceThis story is based on my youtube series of Mattheo Riddle x Y/n. My youtube- Matthe0Riddle_. Y/n= Your name Y/l/n= Your last name Ex/n= ex name E/n= enemy name A new student comes in, what will happen? Will what happened in the past, make itself pr...