Your concert is playing, live from another city, another time zone, far away from the betrayal that lingers in this very room.

Mattheo sits with his arms crossed, eyes locked on the floor, while the others watch the screen intently.

"Do we have to watch this?" Pansy asks.

"Do you have to be here?" Blaise mutters under his breath.

Pansy rolls her eyes, but everyone can feel the weight of what she’s done.

Enzo grins, nudging Draco. "Turn it up."

Mattheo stiffens. "Don’t turn it up," he snaps, his voice low, irritated. "I don’t wanna listen to that shït."

Draco barely spares him a glance as he grabs the remote. "Just because you cheated on her doesn’t mean that we’re going to stop being friends with her."

With that, he turns the volume up.

Your voice fills the room, crystal-clear..

"And she be like, ‘He's so perfect’ I be like, ‘Oh, what version?’ Ain't nobody got me this nervous Oh, baby, I been there And right in that same position So, baby, don't get this twisted No, nothin' could make me miss it Take him, he's yours."

Theo chuckles, shaking his head. "Well, we know who this is about."

Mattheo’s jaw clenches. "Shut up, Nott."

Blaise smirks. "Nah, let’s hear this masterpiece."

The next verse comes in, sharper, venom laced between every syllable.

"I don't want him anyway, girl, take him I don't want him anyway, girl, take him I don't want him anyway, girl, take him I don't want him, I don't want him I don't want him anyway… Pansy, take him."

The entire room stills.

Draco lets out a low whistle, while Enzo mutters, "Damn."

Pansy’s face turns pale, her fingers gripping the hem of her shirt.

Mattheo’s entire body tenses.

For the first time since it all happened, reality hits him like a brick. You knew. And you didn’t even bother to call. You didn’t cry, you didn’t scream at him. You just wrote a song.

And now the entire world knows exactly what he did.

He immediately dials your number. After one ring, it goes straight to voicemail. “Fück.”