Addicted - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 11-Scarlett

The next couple of days I keep my head down, avoiding the places I know Mattheo and his friends will be, trying to focus on schoolwork instead but my mind always drifts back to him.

This boy is a cruel, heartless monster, with no
morals yet I can't stop thinking about him. He's the last person on my mind and the first when I wake up. I can't escape him.

The dull tone of the bell rings out, disturbing me from my thoughts as my classmates trail out the room. I shove my books and pens in my bag and exit the empty room. I glance down at my old map Harry gave me and groan. Great. Of course my dorm is on the complete opposite side of the building.
I walk down the breezy hallway, candles flickering along the walls, shadows dancing in the low light. I walk past the library and glance in, half expecting it to be empty. I turn back round then hault in suprise. I look back carefully and unfortunately, my thoughts are confirmed.
Tom is standing by a bookshelf, his tall haunting figure, covered by his long blazer. He opens up a book, flits through the pages then puts it back. It seems strange, to see him doing something so humane when his whole family are anything but.
He runs his pale fingers across more books then stops rigidly it looks painful.
I stop breathing and pray he doesn't turn.
He doesn't move but he knows I'm there. I can feel it. He continues observing the bookshelf but in a more guarded manner as if I had walked in on him doing something personal. I don't know how the fuck he knows I'm watching but he does. He knows.
He picks up a book and walks out of my sight, his stride quick and sharp.

I close my eyes and sigh in relief even though relief is not what I should be feeling. He knew I was watching him. What else could he know?For some reason seeing Tom do that simple action freaked me out. I continue my walk down the halls, my shoes loud against the quiet aura of the evening. I shiver to myself slightly as I hug my bag tighter, eager to get to my room. It's cold. Its summer.

I speed up slightly, turning left down a hall when suddenly I slam into someone's chest and my bag spills onto the floor. Embarrassment curdles inside me as I crouch on the floor, hiding my red face with my hair. "I am so so sorry, I really didn't mean to-" I begin to apologise, stuttering my way through a terrible apology when I'm interrupted.

A low chuckle echoes through the building as I stare at the floor, my heart sinking in disparity l. I look up slowly, and my eyes lock onto dark brown ones, gleaming with amusement. Just my fucking luck.

I lower my head back down, hiding my even more red face and hurriedly shove things in my bag, pens and pencils rolling everywhere-
"Need some help princess?"

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