a new era of me

~a dumbass and a loser~

~Mattheo Riddle~

~September 10th~

I slammed the door as soon as soon as I entered.  I paced my room, my thoughts consuming my very existence.

The kiss??

My words??

Her words??

What the fuck was happening, what alter universe was I in right now. I kissed her then pushed her away for both of our sakes. The words we both shot back at each other staining my thoughts. Her voice was filled with a hurt I've never recognized in her.

What the fuck was wrong with me, why the fuck did I actually go through with the damned kiss. Her lips felt too good against mine, in a way I couldn't and shouldn't describe.. For my sanity of course.

I needed to sleep, I desperately needed it.

Quidditch practice starts tomorrow, I need to clear my mind and get my shit together.  I discarded my clothing tossing all of it to the side.  I got into a long, hot, shower.

The hot water washed over me in a soothing manner. I soon felt the stress and the thoughts of Rosewood washing away from me.

I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist, I made my way out of the bathroom and towards my desk to grab my drawing pad. I walked off to the window nook and sat down, it was cold.

I took the charcoal to the parchment and began to draw away. My mind empty, for the most part. I let my hand do the work as my mind has been occupied with the emptiness of the nights end.

The sudden thought of Rosewood flashed through my mind, her eyes, her hair, her lips.

Her perfume, or shampoo, whatever the fuck it was that made her smell so good.  I sound like a creep thinking this, but seriously.

I groaned and tossed my drawing pad to the side before getting up and going to change.  I changed into a pair of sweatpants and got into bed.

The cold duvet causing a relaxing feeling against and over my skin.  I quickly drifted off to sleep, no restlessness, just peace.

~September 11th~

I woke up to my alarm blaring loudly, I would choose the stupidest alarm sound. "Shut the fuck up.." I sleepily grumbled.

I smacked my phone with a loud groan and laid in bed for a moment before getting up. I made my way over to my wardrobe and grabbed my robes off the hanger. I changed and swung my bag over my should before strolling out my room.

As I left my room and made it down I had just realized we had quidditch practice before classes.

I groaned and entered the locker rooms. I changed into my quidditch uniform and tried to clear anything unpleasant from my head.

Suddenly I heard the laughs of two twats.

Hawthorne and Pucey suddenly came in talking about..

Rosewood?!

First, Hawthorne wasn't a Slytherin so what the fuck is he doing in OUR locker room.  Second, why the FUCK was he talking about something clearly personal and intimate between the both of them.