Bittersweet Love - Mattheo Riddle FF

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ANGELICA'S POV:

"Liar, Liar, pants on fire." Mattheo said amused, responding to another exaggerated story the one and only Lorenzo Berkshire told us.

He's the most hilarious and funniest person in our friend group.

Most lunch breaks we all sit together, like today, and catch up on each others business.

Occasionally we all play Monopoly together, smoke a blunt or drink till we blackout.

"Oh my days," Blaise Zabini said randomly and pointed at me with his index finger. "Did you kill Killian?"

Blaise fucking Zabini was mentally stuck in "Gossip Girl".

He knows everything about anyone, talks about everything and anyone, spreads rumours and has an unbelievable high ego.

Typical rich kid, who fortunately pays for all of my shopping and is very important to me.

"Who told you that?" I asked and Blaise glanced at Mattheo. "You," I turned to look at him.

"We're going to have a talk about that in private." I snapped and as he smirked weirdly I realised how stupid that must have sounded.

"Get yourself a room, no one wants to hear your hilarious dirtytalk." Pansy mentioned.

For her there is no explanation needed, you can basically describe her in two words. Crazy and fucking sexy.

As she sits directly next to me I smashed my elbow straight into her rips.

"Are you crazy, that hurt, you bitch." She cried and I proceeded to roll my eyes.

"Since when are we using such unfortunate language, Pansy?" Theodore Nott asked with a huge grin on his face.

He and Pansy pretend to hate each other but deep down they both know that it isn't true.

Pansy glared at him and I noticed the air shifting between them. I watched her gaze falling on his lips, his cheeks flushing pink and for a short moment I sensed heavy sexual attraction, but it all disappeared as she said.

"I don't remember since when I'm supposed to give a shit about you?" His eyes darkened and she smirked evilly.

I tried to lighten the mood since no one spoke anymore but wondered if they would kill each other in the following seconds.

"Lorenzo," I mentioned his name like a prayer hoping for him to distract us.

Luckily he registered my stare and began to talk.

"A little birdy once told me that Mattheo here," Lorenzo practically screamed his name. "Has a dick the size of a Giraffe's neck. And he never washes it since it's so long."

It was the weirdest thing I've heard today. Apparently the most disturbing thing everyone has heard this noon since we all turned to stare at Lorenzo with a disgusted look.