Riddled - Mattheo Riddle

Jealousy Jealousy

I turn my head to see the already familiar charming grin from earlier. His soft tossed brown locks and mischievous hazel eyes under the party lights made him even more captivating.

Before we could speak I grab the nearest drink on the table and down a large gulp in a mere second. Not until I release a satisfactory sigh, I look back at him with a smile.

"Could I have this dance love?" Nott grins down at me. His hand leaves my wrist to be offered out to me suggestively and I place my own in it.

"Why of course sir, I'd be honored." I play along playfully and we share a laugh before coming together. He takes the drink I just received and placed it back onto the table, then led me out to the designated and awfully crowded dance area. His hands fell to my waist and my own went to his shoulders. We swayed and danced until Kiss Me Thru The Phone starts to play, immediately smirking at each other, conversing with our mischievous eyes.

Our hands drop from each other and more freestyle between ourselves, lip syncing and acting like literal idiots.

Baby, you know that I miss you
I wanna get with you
Tonight but I cannot baby girl and that's the issue.
Girl you know I miss you
I just wanna kiss you
But I can't right now so baby
Kiss me through the phone
I'll see you later on
Kiss me through the phone
See you when I get home

The lower part by the featured artist and faster lyrics start to play and I say it over dramatically to Theodore who laughs at my sudden energy. "Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey, Soulja boy tell em, yeah!"

He catches me off gaurd and puts his hands on my hips and starts singing, "you can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde, you could be my wife. Text me, call me, I need you in my life yeah all day every day I need ya. And every time I see ya my feelings get deepa." His eyes flicker to my lips and back up to my eyes as he continues. "I miss ya I miss ya I really wanna kiss you but I can't."

I join him in the last sentence "Six-seven-eight, triple nine, eight-two-one-two!" The chorus comes back and his hands are still on my hips so I stop tormenting everyone with my screeching and focus on directing my energy to the dance.

I play along, having a good time and turn around, my back to him and continue to dance and move to the contagious rhythm.

"You know you're pretty hot, right?" Theo says loudly over the music, grinning.

Over my shoulder I smirk and wink, bending down and slowly lifting myself back upright. He smirks as well and I praise mother for apparently handing me the party girl gene.

Since the dance didn't so much match the tempo I decide to face him again, slightly jumping down and up, yelling shamelessly, "I'll see you later on so kiss me through the phone!"

Laughter comes from Theodore's mouth and his eyes swarm with amusement.

The beat continues and we alter between singing along terribly to dancing like we are in a club, not bothering paying attention to other students in their own... activities.

The song soon comes to a end and a darker beat comes on. Before we can even converse or decide to stay on the dancefloor or not someone puts their hand on Theodore's arm.

"Can I steal him?" Kaia blushes and asks shyly. I grin at her and exchange a glance with Theo. "Be my guest." I say encouragingly at her and they retreat to another section of the crowd leaving me behind with a wide smile. That's until a hand finds its way onto my lower waist.

"Now that he's gone," a low voice comes from close to my ear, "care to dance?" His hot breath fans my earlobe but I don't falter.

And my heart is telling me to turn round
But my body wants me to stay

"Are you stalking me Mr Riddle?" I ask masking my swarming stomach.

He scoffs and the breath he exhales fans the back of my neck and ear. "Only saving everyone their eyes from your pitiful excuse for dancing. Minus well be preparing for a smaller version in a few months." His hands stay low on me as I turn around.

Looking sweet but boy I know you're sneaky

"Jealous?"

"Disgusted." Mattheo quickly counters.

"I doubt that." As I say it I take in his style of the night. A loose white button up and black common pants. Accompanied with a dashing fresh cut on his nose. Note the sarcasm. Yet it did interest me who he allowed so close to be physically hurt. From what I could tell of him already, he was a fighter, but it was only the first night we had arrived here.

"You're fooling yourself if you think I'm jealous of an idiot only trying to get you into bed." His chocolate curls fell in front of his emotionless eyes, that looked me down and up, narrowing as he did.

All the girls that came before were easy
Before you met me

My smirk turns into that of a scowl, disapproving his statement. "Fortunately I'll never be in that position with you and by the way some men aren't womanizers, just quick piece of knowledge for you."

"Not all, but most."

"Perhaps. You'd know wouldn't you. Most definitely you're one of those playboys yourself?" As soon as the words fell from my tongue I regretted it, implying that I thought he had the persona or looks to be a player was not what I meant to do. He seemed to catch it as well, impossibly inflating his ego even more.

"I could easily bed any woman, but unlike the bastards that use that to their advantage, I have respect for women."

"Respect me by going away and leaving me to myself and my company."

"I said women, not brats." His hands glide to securely grab the tops of my hips. "Or are you hearing deficient as well?"

"If I was it wouldn't be your concern and for your knowledge I am not."

"Well since you like to dance so much I believe it would be disrespectful to reject a gracious offer. Therefore you're going to stay right here with me."

I ponder the thought and come back with, "and if I don't?"

He leans into my ear and whispers lowly, "you're already on my bad side sweetheart, don't try to push your luck or you might find yourself dead."

Reluctantly I roll my eyes and give in, what could the harm be besides, literally everything.

His voice comes again, "how did you manage to weasel your way into Hogwarts? I recognize your family name. My father sent you didn't he? What are you, a spy?'

"If you think I came to waste my education to spy on you or anyone else here, Riddle, then you're more of a idiot than I initially thought."

He leans into my ear, and whispers threateningly. "If I find out you're lying. You are dead."

They told me you were a killer, killer
I saw your collection of hearts and I should've known better, better.

My hands go to his shoulders like me and Theodore were only a few minutes prior except further distances, purposely putting as much room as possible in between our bodies. He had a different idea.

Mattheo harshly tugs me by my hips into his very personal space, making me gasp and move my hands to his chest to avoid stumbling onto him. His lips curl upwards, cocky, and I mutter profanities at him for his damn cockiness.

And I got no doubt that the only way out of this thriller
Is if I am a killer too

The anything but upbeat song continues on as we dance, holding eye contact and not looking away. It was the most intense interaction I've had in my lifetime, holding such a hard stare into the eyes of someone returning the newfound hatred, but moving together in a way I've only experienced seldom.

Our bodies moved on their own account, forming a bliss of temptatious and raunchy chaos. To match our energy the universe put Under the Influence slowed onto the speakers of the party. A loud cheer sounded around the room but we payed no attention. It was about to get down, maybe even dirty.

And I am willing to play.