Addicted - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 8-Scarlett

I spend the rest of the day on edge, looking around at any sudden noise.
At lunch I eat in the library, trying to to do the work I missed and taking my mind off what's to come this afternoon. Thank god tomorrow we have no lessons, I don't know if I would've been able to handle it.

I leave my last lesson and I walk quickly towards detention, my head down and my hair covering my face. Not only am I pissed at Mattheo for getting me into this mess, I'm also completely embarrassed for letting him get under my skin. I should be in the dorms with Pansy, or in the Gryfindor common room with Harry, not on my way to detention.

I open the heavy door and look in the plain room to see Mattheo slumped in a chair, doodling on a piece of paper. I immediately look away and walk over to one of the desks at the front of the class. I curse inwardly to myself as I look around at the empty chairs next to me. Fuck, can this day seriously get any worse. Of course the day I get detention I'm going to be alone with him. As I slide into my seat I hear an amused voice from behind me.

"Am I dreaming, or is that you Potter,"
I turn around and see Mattheo smirking at me. I look closer at him and see a purple ringer bruise has formed on the side of his face. I smile to myself, that was pretty badass.
"I'm just surprised you didn't go crying to mummy and daddy." He mocks sympathy, his cruel tone pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh wait, you can't."
Those words feel like a punch to the stomach as I narrow my eyes at him with pure hatred.

"Why are you such a dick today, did daddy not give you enough attention." I say just as mockingly. Mattheo leans forward, his expression cold and eyes dark. He opens his mouth just as Snape strides into the room.
"Whatever unnecessary nonsense you are about to say Riddle, save it. The door will open after the hour is up." He walks back out the door without a glance.
I turn back round and pull out my book and start reading. After a couple of minutes, Mattheo stands up and walks over to the door, trying to open it. "What the hell are you doing?" I say. He turns around sharply and glares at me. "If you think I'm spending an hour in here with you, you've got the wrong idea sweetheart."
I scoff and continue reading, "Good luck with that." He goes still, then slowly walks to my desk, stopping opposite me.
"I mean, if you think you're so smart, why don't you try." Mattheo leans down, his eyes gleaming with mischief, challenging me. I roll my eyes at him and lean closer to him, holding eye contact. "There is no way idiot. Just cause your dad's the big scary Voldemort, doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
He tilts his head, distracted as he idly traces his fingers on my desk.
"You're not afraid to say his name."
I look up at him slowly, his eyes avoiding mine.
"Should I be?"
His eyes finally find mine, filled with arrogance but...also respect. We stare at each other until his suddenly goes cold and his expression hardens.
"Yes. Yes, you should be." He says as he walks back to his seat. I try to continue reading my book but I'm baffled at our interaction, that felt way too intimate for my liking.