Addicted - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 10-Mattheo

I watch her run away from me, her hair flying around her face. She glances back as she turns, her cheeks flushed and an expression that I can't quite read flickers on her face before turning back round. A ghost of a smirk appears on my face as I watch her disappear from my view.

Scarlett may act as if she's unbothered by me, but I can tell I affect her in ways she hates, and I fucking love it.

I start to walk down the corridor when Theo comes from around a corner, a confused expression on his face.
"I just saw Scarlett run into her dorm, what the fuck did you do to her?"

My smirk widens, "I didn't do anything, not yet."

Theo shoots me a warning glance, "I know she's hot and shit but fratello, she's a fucking Potter and in case your dumbass has forgotten, your a Riddle. Those two things don't go too well together."
I run my hand through my hair and grin lazily at him. "I'm just having a bit of fun, you should try it."
He mutters something in Italian under his breath and glances back at Scarlett's dorm. I narrow my eyes at Theo but choose to ignore it and we walk to the bell tower together.

I breath out a cloud of smoke as Theo takes a swig of some liquor he stole from Snape's office. He idly walks around the tower as we pass the time in a comfortable silence.

Theo has always been like a brother to me. And when shit went down, he was there.
I flick my cigarette of the edge of the building as Theo comes and sits next to me.
"So, you coming to the slytherin party next Friday?" He slurs slightly.
"Man I don't know, there always the same, all boring shit." I say.
"Sì, but this time apparently the dress code is red," Theo says, widening his eyes dramatically.
I frown confused. "Why the fuck would the dress code be red, when it's a slytherin party."
He scoffs like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Fratello, we're wearing red to mock Gryfindor, everyone's invited this time- it's gonna be a big ass party."
My face stays expressionless, I go to parties every other week and the same thing happens. Drink, make out, get high and wake up the next day regretting everything.
"Come on," Theo nudges me, "New school year, new parties, new girls."
I hide my smile as I shake my head,
"Fine, I'll come."
"Now drink your sorrows away," he jokes as he thrusts the bottle my way.

I take a drink and feel the cheap taste of alcohol burn down my throat as I wince. Goddamn this is some shit vodka. I take another swig and the burn starts to ease, a warm feeling filling my chest.
"You know dude, why are people so fucking scared of us. I've only killed like," Theo starts to count on his hands, then frowns, "Fuck, how many people have I killed."
I roll my eyes at his drunken state and stare up at the night sky, thinking about his question. How many people have we really killed. I take another sip of the alcohol, barely feeling it now.

Im still considering the question as Theo struggles to stand up and nearly falls of the fucking building.

What the hell is wrong with this guy. I stand up, the world spinning as I place my hands firmly on Theo's shoulders and guide him away from the edge. "Come one Theo, we should head back to our form otherwise we are going to feel like absolute shit tomorrow."
He mumbles something annoyed in Italian but slings his arm round my shoulder and we walk down the stairs.

I open the door to our dorm, my eyes barely open as Theo shoves past me and slumps onto the bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. I walk over to my bed and stifle a yawn. Tomorrow is gonna feel rough as fuck.