Mattheo Riddle was… quite attractive, honestly. Of course, you couldn’t admit it or it’d just inflate his ever growing ego 10 times more than it was before— But honestly it was hard not to. Especially when he was trying so hard to get your attention.

He’d do these little things like trying to show off in front of you. Carrying your books, making corny jokes, and complimenting you nonstop. You of course, knowing half the girls in the school were pining after the boy with the black, curly hair. Not you though.

Right?

You were sitting in the Common room when Mattheo came and plopped down right next to you, slinging his arm over the back of the couch and manspreading a little too far. It was cute, but so so agitating.

“Hey gorgeous.” He flashed that smile. His smile was easy and unapologetic— the corner of his mouth lifting as if he already knew what was going to happen before he opened those pink lips of his. It was naturally cocky. He just had that look that dared you to say something so he could prove you wrong.