Addicted - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 7-Scarlett

I gasp as I'm flipped over and I can see who helped me. Looking up my eyes fall onto a pair so dark they look dead. Theo. I'm so close to him I can see every freckle on his tanned face.
His firm grip on my waist is so strong it's on the verge of painful. I look around and suddenly remember where I am and who I'm with. I glower up at him. Why the hell is a deatheater helping me? I don't trust him at all.
"Get the fuck off me." I spit at him, my voice full of venom.
Theo's eyes widen slightly before he smirks and shrugs before whispering in my ear. "Your wish is my command mia cara," he says before dropping me, not giving me a chance to insult him. My eyes widen to in shock as I let out a yelp and my backside hits the hard floor. He stands up slowly, his eyes cold and a mocking grin on his face. He looks me up and down as I scowl up at him, trying to control my anger as walks out the room.

I sit there speechless for a couple of seconds before clumsily standing up and brushing myself off. I look around the class and see students start to whispering to each other, glancing at me. I quickly walk over to an empty desk and sit down, my face red. I can't believe him. Who the fuck just drops someone? Mattheo definitely told him about yesterday. I put my head in my hands and slouch down in my seat. If he's told Theo, he's probably told the rest of them too. God, this just gets worse and worse, what the fuck is their problem? I try to calm myself down and remind myself that these boys aren't worth it. I focus on the lesson at hand and when I start packing up I look down at my notes. I've written nothing but my name. I let out an aggravated sigh. Fuck Mattheo and his pettiness, I can barely concentrate on lessons in thanks to him. Clearly a punch wasn't enough for him to leave me and my brother alone.