Bittersweet Love - Mattheo Riddle FF

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MATTHEO'S POV:

I'm not a jealous man, but what belongs to me belongs to me. In this case Angelica belongs to me, not to Draco or to any other fucker who thinks he deserves her.

It already pissed me off enough that Draco was dating her, but when I found her sitting at the breakfast table, in the Great Hall, looking weepier than ever, only then I realised what damage Draco has done.

He didn't tell me what happened that made them break up, but he better should have.

Because hearing it out of Angelica's mouth drove me insane. The way her voice broke as she told me what happened, somehow did something to me. Something bad.

Because I'm going to make Draco pay for his actions, the son of a bitch won't get away with this. I didn't give a shit if he was my best friend.

Angelica's feelings and her well-being meant more to me than this spoiled fucker.

Also not to forget to mention she's the sister of Abel Black, who was also one of my best mates.

I know seventy-nine ways to kill a man, and I can make seventy of them look like an accident.

I always had a thing for Angelica, she just didn't know it yet.

In her head we are enemies, in mine we belong together.

Her soft voice, big hazel eyes, dark thick lashes and plump lips made my heart beat faster.

I was headed to the Slytherin common room as I pushed myself through a chattering group of first graders that stood directly in front of the Great Hall.

Most of the students at Hogwarts think of me as something unique, something dangerous and someone to stay away from.

And all that because I am Tom Riddle's son.

I don't hate my father, but thanks to him I represent a killer everywhere I go.

I haven't seen the lunatic since my 14th birthday, which is a pretty long time considering that I'm turning 17 this year.

I'm not complaining though. I have enough problems to deal with, I didn't need another one standing in front of my dorm room, wishing me a happy birthday and pretending to be a caring father.

It's better if we never see each other again. Having my brother around was enough shitty family to deal with.

Killian Riddle. Pure pain in my ass. He has tried to kill me two times now, and both times he didn't succeed. Sucks for that asshole.

I arrived at the Slytherin common room just in time to see Angelica panting down the stairs and as she saw me standing there, she froze. I knew she knew.

I accidentally informed her about me stalking her and apparently she seemed to be upset about it.

God, she looked so beautiful, standing there with her rosy cheeks and big eyes.

"Mattheo Riddle," she pronounced my last name with disgust and anger.

Then the very next second she stood in front of me, apparently so quickly I didn't even see her move out of place.

"How the fuck did you do that?" I asked but she chose to ignore me.

This chick was playing mind games with me.

One day she chooses to be kind and generous towards me, however the next day I get the feeling the thing she wants most is to kill me.

She is as beautiful and as cold as snowflakes.