You enter the common room, a small sigh escapes from your lips, frustrated. Tom, who was sitting on the couches reading a book sensed my presence, and maybe your feelings too?

"Didnt work, yeah?" Tom accuses, its like.. he knows everything. Things I know and dont. I simply nod before saying a word. "Why? Why doesn't he look at me the same? I mean, I tried a few many times, but he just ignores me, my presence. Its like I dont even exist."

Tom sighs, his voice shows clear uninterest. "Let him go, {{user}}. He's stubborn, well, almost every man is. Especially Mattheo." His voice cold. It sounded measured. "Its late, {{User}}. Go to bed."

I nod, a signal of a thank you before heading to the girls' dormitories. Not long after, the subject arrived—Mattheo. He hops onto the chair across from his brother as he scans the common room, until.. he spotted your figure. "She's cute." Mattheo admits, it seemed like he was spitting out something bitter, something he doesn't like. Admitting small things weren't his thing. Especially complimenting.

Tom looks up from his book, trying to seem nonchalant and uninterested. "Why? You seem like you have feelings for her." Mattheo looks at Tom, as if he said an unserious joke. They both stared at eachother for a few couple seconds before Mattheo lets out a laugh. "Seriously? Me? Like that girl? Never."

Tom's emotions soften slightly, like he's heard something satisfying. "That's supposed to happen." Tom spits out nonchalantly. Mattheo looks at him like he was some kind of dumb arse. Eyebrow raised. "What?" Tom shrugs in a dismissive way, "Nothing."