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Mattheo Riddle - The affect

Mattheo watched as y/n danced back to back with Pansy, eyes closed and arms in the air. The purple and green lights painted her skin, and there was a completely carefree air about her.

He clutched his cup tightly in his hand, a wave of protectiveness and possessiveness washing over him. He didn't entirely know why he felt the way he did about y/n, he just did. He hated how he felt when Lorenzo would stand in front of her with his hands in his pockets, that hungry look in his eyes. He hated the way she would look up at him and smile, her eyes on his lips. Mattheo wanted her to do that with him, not Lorenzo.

The song transforms into a faster tempo, and y/n breaks away from Pansy on the dance floor to get a drink, but Pansy follows close behind her.

His own drink in hand, Mattheo stalks over to the drink table next to a tipsy y/n. She turns her attention to him, and up close he can see her red eyes and blood rushed cheeks.

"You doin ok?" He asks the girl. Pansy sips from her straw and glances up at the two of them.

"Yeah, I'm great," y/n smiles before pouring herself a shot.

"Alright, just, be careful is all," he says cautionately examining the girl.

"Don't tell me what to do," y/n says, attitude full in her voice.

Mattheo clenches his jaw and breaths in a sharp breath. Y/n is always stubborn, especially when it comes to people telling her what to do. She strongly believed in being independent and knowing what's good for herself. She was never very good at it though.

"I'm not, I'm giving a suggestion," he huffs.

"Your face is a suggestion," y/n mutters to herself furrowing her eyebrows as she pours the shot down her throat.

"Wha-" mattheo doesn't even bother finishing the question as a confused look paints his face.

"I wanna go dance, c'mon Pans," y/n grabs Pansy by the wrist and pulls her out onto the dance floor.

Mattheo stands alone and frustrated, just wanting a minute alone with y/n. In that moment, he decides if she's not going to listen he's just going have to find another way to hold her attention.

He puts his drink down and walks over to y/n and Pansy. Y/n turns around and smiles when she sees it's mattheo standing behind her. Without any words, she takes him by the hands and dances in front of him. Mattheo stares down at the girl as she closes her eyes and turns around so her back is touching his front. She dances and moves her head side to side. Mattheo doesn't dance, just lets her move him as she pleases.

It's like he's in a trance, not being able to see anything other than her. He often had moments like these, moments where he could only focus on y/n, whether she was reading, zoning out, talking with her friends. She was like a magnet attracting all of his attention.

Both of their friends had noticed when it first began, Mattheo falling for y/n. Theo noticed first but never said anything about it. He liked watching Mattheo fall in love.

"Y/n, can we talk?" He leaned down and spoke softly into the girls ear, but loud enough for her to hear.

"Talk," she demands turning around to face him again.

He gives her a look, and she rolls her eyes. "Fine, where?"

Mattheo takes her arm and pulls her over to the stairs to the boys dorms. They go up far enough for the music to sound like muffled background noise, and sit down on one of the many cold steps next to the window.

"What did you want to talk about?" She asks looking up at Mattheo trying her best to unblur her vision.

"I have to tell you something before I lose the courage," he begins picking at the skin on the side of his thumb out of nervousness.

"Ok, tell me then,"

Y/n smiles lightly and encouragingly, and Mattheos heart flips once more for her. For a moment, he debates whether or not it's a good idea, but looking into her eyes he knows he can't hide it anymore.

"Y/n, I think... I think I might be falling in love with you,"

In that moment, Y/n felt sober as ever, and Mattheos nerves were eating him alive.

"You- falling in love with me?" She repeats breathless. Her eyes held a certain look, like hope almost, but her frozen figure showed her surprise.

"I didnt know how else to tell you, I just- I don't know,"

Mattheo let's out a long breath as y/n looks down at her feet trying not the throw up. She tries to process what Mattheo just said to her, but it proves to be hard in her drunken state.

"I don't think I'm in the right state to say it back, but..." Y/n looks up into Mattheos eyes, and for a second she feels the beginning of a burst of love for Mattheo. But it's quickly stamped out by the thought of Lorenzo. She pictures his face in front of her, looking at her with that yearning expression he so often gives her. Even if he doesn't want her back, she can't help but want him and it would be wrong to tell Mattheo she loves him when she has these thoughts about Lorenzo.

"Can we talk about this when I'm sober?," the girl asks needing time to think and process.

"Yeah, sorry I just spring this on you,"

"No, don't worry it's ok," then they sit in awkward silence for a few minutes. "Wanna go back to the party?" Y/n finally says breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Mattheo stands up and walks down a couple steps before turning around and offering y/n his hand. She smiles and takes it pulling herself up, and returning downstairs to the party with Mattheo.

As y/n watches Mattheo walk over to some of his less close friends, Lorenzo sneaks up behind her snaking his hands around her waist. She jumps and turns around, relieved when she sees it's Lorenzo and not someone else.

"Everything ok?" He asks, a concerned look slightly visible on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" Y/n responds flustered.

"Just asking. Everything ok with Mattheo?" Lorenzo asks. He tries to be subtle, but it doesn't work. It never really does.

"Oh, erm-, yeah everything's good," the girl smiles, but it's obvious she's lying.

"Hey, you can talk to me yknow," Lorenzo says moving his hand from her waist to her chin and pulling it up so she's facing him.

From across the room, Mattheo watches as Lorenzo caters to y/n, his hand on her waist, his other on her face. She looks comfortable with him, at ease. And then, Mattheo understands why y/n was so quick to dismiss his feelings for her for another day. He had lost before he was even put in the race. He couldn't compete with Lorenzo. She's falling in love with Lorenzo while Mattheo was falling in love with her.

This was the one thing Mattheo couldn't get by force, the one time he truly wanted something this bad.

This feeling, he had decided, would forever be known for him as the y/n affect. The feeling of yearning for something you're just barely on the cusp of having, until you're not.

The y/n affect.

The most wretched feeling.

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A/N

Sorry this one's kinda long, but I had motivation so I wrote it down:)

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