DIRTY BLOOD | TR ✔︎

FOURTEEN ➢ WYATT

When I wake up, Tom isn't laying beside me like he was the night before. The space where he was is completely empty, the bed sheets cold.

I sigh, pulling a pillow over my head and cursing to myself.

Daylight spills through the clouds on the enchanted ceiling, the skies bright blue. I force myself to sit up, wincing at the sharp pain that jolts through me. My thighs ache when I stand beside the bed.

I take a step, my legs giving out beneath me.

I don't bother getting up. The floor is nice. I don't have to be dressed, or smell nice, or have make-up on if I'm laying on a floor.

But as minutes tick by, I realize I can't sit around and wait for him to get back. I have homework I need to do, and I was planning on going to help Hagrid with a few of the magical creatures.

I push myself to my feet and ruffle through his dresser. I find a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt and drop them onto the bed. Thankfully, my violet panties are in his dresser from that night in detention all those weeks ago.

I pull on the clothes, struggling only when I realize that his pants are too big for me. I tie them around my waist, but I still have to roll them twice just to get them to stay. And the ankle cuffs, I roll those four times.

I drag my fingers through my hair, hoping to get rid of some of the tangles. I pull the door open and make my way through the hall towards the bathroom with a limp, my sneakers in my hands as I go.

I find mouthwash beneath the sink and pour some into my mouth, swishing it around. I spit it into the sink, rinsing the foam away with water.

And then I'm heading down to the common room. Once I'm on the stairs, I freeze.

Enzo, Theo, Mattheo, Cora, Gryphon, Draco, and Anna are all lingering around, talking to one another.

But I can't go back now. There's no way out of Slytherin house besides through the common room. Cursing, I make my way down the steps.

Silence washes over the room at the sight of me. I ignore them, making my way towards the bar and grabbing a cup of coffee.

"That's Tom's cup." Mattheo says loudly, my actions halting. "You must be Kaeda."

"I doubt he'd care if it's her, Matty. Looks like they've shared a lot more than just spit." Theo teases.

Mattheo Riddle, Tom's little brother. Though, he's not really little, he's a little shorter than Tom which makes him a lot taller than me.

He's got curls for days, his skin a few shades darker than his brothers. Dark brown eyes and a sadness to them that reminds me of the fact that he and Novaline had split.

Both of the Riddle brothers were blessed by the gods with good genetics. They're both insanely attractive, both lean with muscle, and both mysterious enough to have women—and some men—chasing after them.

My cheeks twinge pink and I hear a smack, followed by Gryphon's scolding.

Anna's beside me before I know it, detangling my hair. Her fingers pull apart the strands and she laughs softly.

"Rough night?"

"I guess you could say that." I murmur in response, tucking my hair behind my ears. "What time is it? I told Hagrid I'd meet him down by his hut to help him with a couple of his animals."

"It's almost three in the afternoon, love." Anna laughs, covering her face with her hand.

"Shit." I mutter, slipping my feet into my sneakers.