Are you falling in love? | Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 23- 'hit me.'

Mattheo's pov

Why would Y/n be crying if she kissed the Ravenclaw? 

Did he break her heart?

I swear if he broke her heart he's done for.

I walk out of my dorm to the Slytherin common room and see a huge crowd gathered around. 

It's like 11 pm, what would be happening now?

I hear giggles that sound really familiar and quickly rush to the inside of the circle.

Y/n giggles again as she punches another girl in the face.

"This is fun!" she beams as she examines her fist.

She's thinking out loud which means she's drunk. 

Oh no.

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Y/n's pov

I giggle as I hit another Ravenclaw girl in the face. 

This is fun!

I know what Mattheo feels like. Not only the jealousy part but also how much fun it is to fight people. 

I spot Mattheo from the corner of my eye and stumble to a girl close to him. 

I punch her in the guts and smile at him. 

"This is so fun Mattheo!" I exclaim. 

"No, it's not." he grabs my fists and pulls them close to him which causes me to stumble into his chest.

He grumbles something under his breath. 

My mind turns fuzzy and I start getting dizzy. I need to hit something. Someone. 

I try to turn out of his arms and into another Ravenclaw but he pulls me away and out of the crowd.

"Mattheo! I want to hit her!" I whine.

"Hit me," he demands and I nearly don't believe it. 

"Hit me," he repeats.

I hit his chest. It feels so good. Releasing my anger on the guy who actually deserves it. 

I hit him again and feel his muscles tense under my touch. 

"I hate you," I admit. 

I hit him harder, knowing it doesn't hurt him. I want to hurt him. Like he hurt me. 

"I hate you," I repeat. 

I drop to the floor and he comes with me. He kneels in front of me, his grip still on my forearms.

I hit him multiple times as tears stream down my face.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I scream.

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Mattheo's pov

"Hit me," I say to her and her eyes widen. 

I repeat it and she hesitantly obeys.

I apparate us to my dorm before the situation escalates. 

I want her to hit me. I want her to let out her anger on me. 

I'm mad at her but I want her to hit me. 

She can't hurt me now.

She yells my name then proceeds to say she hates me. She has no reason to, but I do. 

But I can't.

Hate her?  I can't.

I love her too much. How do you tell someone who hates you that you love them? 

Tears start streaming down her face as she sinks to the floor. 

"Why did you kiss her?" she looks up at me innocently, her eyes filled with tears.

"W-What?" I ask, shocked to silence.

"Why did you kiss her Mattheo? Don't act dumb with me." She says, the tears going away but still staining her face wet.

"Who did I kiss?" I ask, still shocked.

"The Ravenclaw!" She yells and claws at my chest.

"You kissed a Ravenclaw!" I say. 

"No, you did!" she says, hesitantly. "Wait, where did you read that I kissed a Ravenclaw?"

"I have proof!" I say, pulling out my phone.

"Me too!" She says, pulling out her phone. 

I quickly pull up the photo in the camera roll.

I didn't mean to save it, I swear.

Totally.

I turn the screen to her as she turns her phone to me. 

I see a photo of a guy who looks like me kissing a girl who looks like Y/n in Ravenclaw uniform. 

I take her phone from her and she takes mine.

"Y/n, this is a photo of me kissing you but you're wearing a Ravenclaw uniform." 

"Mattheo, this is a photo of me kissing you but you're in a Ravenclaw robe." 

We look at each other confused. 

What?