mattheo riddle was ignoring you.

he had been in enough relationships to know he was the jealous type, especially when it came to you, and his very last straw was the sight of you flirting with dean. whether you were truly flirting or just talking, he didn't care. it was all the same.

mattheo understood the situationship between you; how it wasn't as if it was exclusive but it wasn't as if it wasn't. after all, he and you had decided to stay as friends, with the benefits of makeout sessions in broom closets and stolen stares during lectures, and free reign otherwise. but he had at least set limits to himself. mattheo hated to admit it, but he liked you enough that he didn't want whatever this thing was to go to waste. he figured you might have monitored yourself as well, but perhaps he thought wrong.

so, for the past two days, he'd staggered his eating time opposite yours, hiked through the long route to his classes to avoid you in the hallways, and ditched the classes you had together. it wasn't until he was lounging on his four-poster bed, lazily scanning over a boring unit on his history homework that he heard his bedroom door click open.

his brown eyes flicked up at you shutting the door behind you, then quickly back down to his book. a small sigh escaped his lips — mattheo had no intention of ending his streak of evading you, but now you had made yourself unavoidable.

but mattheo was stubborn, and he wouldn't give up without a fight, so he stuck it out. he turned his back towards you, zipped his mouth shut and glued his eyes to the page, forcing himself to read and not to graze over you looking at him from across the room.