Mattheo watched you walk into the library, feeling sick as he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach. butterflies… disgusting. He was The Mattheo Riddle, and he was getting nervous over you? No. His cheeks gained a pink tint as he made eye contact with you, his instincts telling him to look away but his mind needed to prove you couldn’t hurt him. So he held eye contact. A little school girl wouldn’t make him fold, that’s for sure… No matter how much he wanted to spoil you, treat you like the princess you are. He wanted to kill anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way- no! Pull yourself together Mattheo, focus.

“Need something?”