𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓 - Mattheo Riddle

7) 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝

I sighed loudly, blowing the hairs in front of my face as I trecked down quite possibly the most inconveniently long path a person could walk down. There was a Ravenclaw vs Slytherin game happening today and I had previously promised Chloe i'd be there to support her; despite the obvious factor that Gryffindor wasn't playing, I had made it very clear in my head that just because it wasn't my house playing, didn't prevent me from supporting the ones that were.

Obviously I knew Slytherin was the opposing enemy house, but I also knew that it wasn't relevant as I was there to support Chloe and that was that. Harry had made a snarky comment about my Slytherin shirt which I had made the mature decision to ignore and head over to the stands anyways. I wore an oversized green shirt with the number ' 11' plastered on the back. It was Chloe's player number, that way people knew I was there to support her and her only and therefore didn't start any new unwanted rumours about a relationship with any of the members of the quidditch team which yes, much to my annoyance had occurred before.

All the way back in third year, I had chosen to wear a hufflepuff badge to show my support for the new seeker, Eleanor Wood. This then (somehow) and much to my confusion caused and started a new rumour that I was dating captain of the quidditch team, Cedric Diggory; whom may I add was 2 years older than me at the time.

Safe to say I told myself I'd never make the same mistake again and that i'd be more specific to whom I was supporting next time.

I took a right, taking a minute to pause at the realisation that I should most definitely wish Chloe luck before her first game of the season. I had met up with her before games in the past, and it only felt right to do the same again today.

I headed toward the dressing rooms, deciding that I would simply keep a safe distance so I didn't look like a creep. I waited outside the changing rooms, deciding that i'd wait until I saw Chloe to wish her luck on the match.

I leaned against the nearest brick wall, taking a minute to think back to the small fight that had occurred with Harry.

I was done with fighting with him, I hated it more than I hated anything in the world. Me and Harry got along so well growing up to the point where we were basically each others ride or dies; but ever since hitting the fifteen mark it felt like something had shifted.

I glanced down at my wrist and took a minute to check my watch. The match starts in 10 minutes and Chloe still wasn't even ready? I smiled to myself, finding it amusing that she was always late to everything; classic her.

"What are you smirking about?" I heard a voice say before me.

Mattheo Fucking Riddle. Shirtless.

His hair was wet, I guessed he was fresh out the shower, raindroplets fell from the head of his hair and trickling down his toned body. He held a quidditch jumper in his veiny hands and various healed cuts around his chest. His eyes narrowed when he noticed my gaze drifting away from his face and onto his abs.

"Eyes up here, Potter." He smirked cockily, scoffing lightly.

"Don't be so full of yourself." I rolled my eyes.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you walking around Hogwarts shirtless?" I queried, trying to pull myself together.

"For starters," he cleared his throat, "you're standing outside the Slytherin changing rooms."

I scrunched my nose, "I'm waiting for a friend."

"And secondly, I left my quidditch jersey in my dorm; so I went back to go and get it. Hence why it's in my hand." He spoke condescendingly.

I folded my arms, "You couldn't of put a shirt on on the way back to your dorm?"

He chuckled, "What's the fun in that? The ladies love it."

"Well I don't." I spat.

"Judging by the way you were looking at me a second ago," Mattheo inched closer, towering above me and resting his hand dangerously close to the wall behind my back, "I find that very hard to believe."

Godric, he was insufferable.

"I knew you were crazy Mattheo, but now I'm starting to think your straight up delusional." I tilted my head in attempt to gaslight him. "Seeing things isn't normal, have you considered psychiatric help?"

"Your cuter when your mouth is shut." He sneered, his tone lowering.

"And your cuter when you have a shirt on." I shot back.

That was most definitely a lie.

Mattheo shook his head, "I might start wearing less just to piss you off."

I gulped at the thought, "I might just start talking more to piss you off."

"You know for such a little person you sure have a lot to say." He pinched the bridge of his nose.

I stared at him sternly, trying my best to avoid glancing at his chest again.

He was still standing directly in front of me. I could practically feel his hot breath tease onto my face. I noticed his eyes flicker between mine before briefly glancing at my lips and looking away quickly.

"I'm going to be late for my game." He gripped onto the Nimbus 200 that was lying upright against the wall next to me. "Wouldn't want to loose against Ravenclaw now would we?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I laughed mockingly.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes met mine for a brief moment, a slight glimmer of what felt like hope in his eyes.

"A shirt." I raised an eyebrow.

"Right." He nodded.

"Wouldn't want to make all your supporters pass out now would we?" I cracked a smirk, hinting at the fact that all his supporters were girls who only liked his body and not his skill.

"I'll put a shirt on just for you." He clapped back, throwing the jersey over his head and pulling it down, giving me one last glimpse of his abs, "We wouldn't want you falling in love with me now would we?"

I stuck my tongue out and pulled a disgusted face, "Yuck."

I heard the Quidditch commentator begin the introduction to the game, going over the brief rules and begin counting down the seconds left before the game begins.

"Speaking of shirts..." Mattheo began walking backward, still facing me.

"What about them?" I folded my arms over my chest.

"You look good in green."