𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 - 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞

11) Friends

Since the hospital wing incident, lying to my friends and family about me and Lorenzo's "affair" has been slowly eating me alive. The overall prospect of watching Lorenzo act as if nothing happened between us practically killed me since our conversation and 'almost kiss' was the only thing consuming my thoughts for the past week.

I hated the idea of there being no specific or specified title to what me and Lorenzo's relationship was. I hated how silenced my love felt, I hated not knowing if I was even in love in the first place, and I hated the fact that I couldn't read Enzo's mind and know his every thought about me.

But worst of all, I hated how much I liked Lorenzo because I knew how badly Draco would kill me id he found out about whatever we were.

Ok, I'll admit it, I'm being a tad dramatic about the potential of Draco killing me, but he would most likely ship me to some all-witches school across the country and never look at me in the eye again; and considering he's my twin, that's a risk i'm not willing to take.

I sighed audibly, laying flat on my back, staring at the ceiling with an odd amount of interest whilst playing with the rings on my left hand. I often had moments like this where I just lay in on my bed in my dorm and simply just think for a little while. I labelled it, my "thinking time" (how original, I know.)

I began to hear faint chatter and laughing coming from down the hall, I smiled at the sound of the voice, Lorenzos voice. Part of me wanted to listen in to what he was saying, know what he felt about me, if he felt anything at all. Meanwhile the other part of me was telling myself that i'd just end up getting hurt.

I gently placed my hand infront of my face, glanced at my watch and stopped at the realisation that I don't have classes for another 40 minutes, so spying on Lorenzo's conversations wouldn't hurt. I paused for a moment, it's a bad idea, right?

Fuck it, it's fine.

I yawned quietly, sitting up from my bed and slowly creeping towards the end of the hall, shaking my head at how easy they had made this "mission" for me; they literally left their dorm door wide open whilst having what seemed to be the loudest gossip session of their lives.

"You should of seen the look on Neville's face-" Lorenzo laughed, slapping his leg, "he started crying over the fact that we'd turned his toad into a cup!"

I turned my gaze to the floor, feeling a slight ounce of guilt for what wasn't even my own mistake. Neville was sweet, but everyone always seems to overlook his pain and mistake his kindness for weakness, I guess I saw myself in him in a way, he was my friend and it hurt to see everyone walk all over him like some form of rusted doormat.

"He's so stupid sometimes you know," Blaise snickered, "It takes less than a second to transfigure that cup back into a toad, I mean come on... we literally learnt that in second year in transfiguration class with Mcgonogall."

"Speaking of idiots..." Theo smirked, placing a cigarette between his lips and exhaling lowly.

Lorenzo groaned and fell back into his chair, clearly having some indication to what Theo was about to say.

"What's your deal with Madison?" He smirked, chucking lightly.

"I don't know what your talking about," Enzo lied, "And don't call her an idiot; she's literally tutoring you and Mattheo for Herbology."

I covered my mouth quickly, letting out a silent laugh. He wasn't wrong, then again he very rarely is.

"Damn right!" Mattheo howled from across the room, taking a seat on the edge of the sofa and placing a book on his lap.

"I wasn't calling her an idiot you twat," Theo shook his head, "I was calling you an idiot for messing around with her. You know Draco will kill you if he finds out."

Lorenzo ran his hand through his hair, staring at the floor and folding his arms. "He won't."

"Oh so your not denying it?" Blaise leaned forward.

"It's not your buisness, Zabini." Enzo sighed, "But if you must know, there's nothing going on. We're friends, the end."

"Your so boring." Blaise mumbled, placing a bottle of alcohol on the glass table of their dorm.

"My bad, the truth is boring sometimes, Zabini," Lorenzo sneered, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the door where I just so happened to be standing at.

I quickly scurried back down the hallway, pretending as though I didn't just "overhear" the entirety of their groups conversation.

Lorenzo stopped in his tracks when his eyes met mine.

"Madison, what are you doing?" He gulped, clearing his throat.

"Walking around." I raised an eyebrow, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." He scratched his neck, "Fine."

I sent him a singular nod before tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Your beautiful." Lorenzo whispered, his eyes trailing from my eyes to my freckles then to my lips.

He was so incredibly hot, and that was the problem. Most girls let him do whatever they want without consequence, and even though he seemed to be saying something nice, I wasn't going to let his little comment earlier slide.

"Is that what friends tell eachother?" I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You know, do friends call eachother beautiful?" I whispered, closing the distance between us in a rather orchestrated way of intimidating him.

"Is that what we are?" He spoke, breathing heavily, peering down on me and locking his eyes with mine. "Friends?"

"You tell me." I spat.

Realisation set into his face as he registered that I must of heard his conversation a second ago. I found satisfaction in watching the cockiness leave his eyes and glisten with genuine guilt.

"You may want to keep your door shut." I rolled my eyes, turning my back to him, walking into my dorm and spinning around to face Lorenzo again.

"Madis-"

"Goodnight Lorenzo." I clenched my jaw, slamming the door directly into his face.