You pace back and forth in your room, replaying the phone call in your mind. It had been two years since Mattheo broke your heart, leaving you shattered and humiliated. But now, with just one phone call, those feelings you despised were bubbling back to the surface.

You hate yourself for how fast your heart races at the sound of his voice. The way he casually called you "love" like nothing had ever happened between you. You shake off the doubt and rush to get ready, trying to push down the unease that nags at you. You pick out your best outfit, something that would make him remember what he lost, and take extra care with your hair and makeup.

*When you arrive at the Black Lake, the evening sun casts a golden hue over the water, and there he is—Mattheo, standing with his hands in his pockets, looking out over the lake. *

"Hey, Matty," you say, trying to keep your voice steady despite the swirl of emotions inside. He turns to you with a look of guilt. "I...I'm so sorry."

You frown, confused. "S-sorry? For what? I don't—"

Before you can finish your sentence, a group of guys from Slytherin, led by Draco and Theo, rushes out from behind the trees. Before you know it, you’re plunged into the cold water of the Black Lake. As you resurface, gasping for air, you hear their laughter ringing out.

You struggle to pull yourself out of the water, your clothes soaked and clinging to you, mascara running down your cheeks. You hear Draco and Theo mocking you from the shore. "I can't believe she'd be dumb enough to come back to you," Draco sneers, while Theo adds with a laugh, "She's so desperate."

As they walk away, leaving you standing there drenched and humiliated, you clench your fists, feeling the sting of betrayal searing through you. You’re done being hurt, done being the one who gets played.

You vow then and there that you’ll get your revenge. Starting with Mattheo Riddle. He’ll regret ever making you feel this way, and this time, you’ll be the one who has the last laugh.