Mattheo and you were academic rivals, which just added onto your family's absoluetly despising one another. Both top of your classes that you shared, and he was sick of it. He wanted to be the smartest, and having you there to always out-smart him or tie with him just infuriated him. He was sat in potions class one day, writing down the usual notes he did, occasionally glancing at you, shooting dirt looks every time you guys made eye contact.

He looked back to his papers, writing a few more and then once again looking back at you. You never knew why he had such an obsession with looking at you, but with his expressionless faces you could never tell if it was just pure hatred, or possibly even that he liked you. But you already knew what the answer would be if you asked either him or his friends. It was always the same.

It had now turned to the end of class and everyone began collecting their belongings as they filtered out the door and headed to wherever they needed to be. Mattheo however, didn't rush off straight away. He stood with his friends just outside the classroom, leaning against the wall beside the door.

Mattheo and his friends were laughing about something, like they always were. But the second you stepped out of the classroom, Mattheo stood up straight and began to walk next to you with his friends trailing behind. He had the same pissed off and cold, yet amused, expression he always held around you, his friends still laughing away at whatever they said earlier. He lifted his hand as he walked, smoothly pushing his dark hair from his face.

"What test score did you get yesterday." Mattheo's voice rang through the air around them as he waited impatiently for his answer. He was so sure he had finally beat you at one of the tests, and he knew if he did, he'd never let you live it down.

Once again, the only time he ever spoke to you was to ask about test scores, or anything of similar sorts. But he still managed to pester you and question you a lot more than your friends ever managed to.