a new era of me

~jokes~

~Mattheo Riddle~

~September 24th~

We never broke the contact.

We continued to stare at each other.

I didn't want to be the first to look away.

How we looked at each other felt so.. raw.

So intimate.

It was almost indescribable.

But we couldn't have that.

When we both looked away, my gaze found its way onto her body.

The way her thighs clenched together when she thought I wasn't looking.

So this does affect her.

I affect her.

All of a sudden I noticed Hawthorne's hand travel towards her knee.

Don't piss me off.

This is embarrassing.

This so obviously angered me.  I hated that.

She was too good to be going through shit with Hawthorne.  He hardly gave her the attention that she deserved.

But there was no way in hell that I'd be the one to treat her right.

No way that I could ever have her.

There was obviously something so very wrong with her, and she didn't seem to see it.

I wish she was able to see that I wasn't so bad.

That wouldn't have a chance of happening.

Yes, I'm Mattheo Riddle.

But so what? Is my last name all I've been reduced to? I'm more than my last name.

I'm more than just a Riddle.

I'm more than Voldemorts son.

No one saw me for more.

I focused on the piece of parchment in front of me. I hadn't written anything down.

My head felt.. full.

I need the end of the day to come along.

Specifically the end of this class, I needed to approach her.

I needed to talk to her.

I needed to see if she noticed it too.

Noticed that little..

Noticed whatever the hell went on between us.

Before I could even form a second thought she left, I looked up and she left.

I rose from my seat and followed her out, I needed to get a word in.

"Adaline!" I called from behind her.