Tell Me You Hate Me || •Theodore Nott•

Uninvited Guest

Callista's POV

Tension filling the room, silence speaking louder than words. The death glare shooting directly towards Draco and I from Theo, almost feeling the burn from them against my skin. Tom's widened shocked eyes darting between the two of us, more so focused on me.

Not one of us moving an inch besides the bags Theo dropped onto the floor, a wad of clash falling out of one and hitting the floor. The man grunting and squirming thrown over Tom's shoulder being the only sound. Tom turns quickly whacking the mans head head against the wall and my thoughts start running rapidly through my mind over this whole situation.

'Why is Tom carrying a man on his shoulder?  Why is he missing a shoe and sock? Why is Theo carrying bags of money? Why does Theo have a ski mask propped on the top of his head? What the fuck is going on right now?'

Tom removes one of his hands from holding the man to the blunt perched between his lips and pulls it out, bringing it to the doorframe and putting it out before dropping it to the ground. He keeps his eyes focused on me and occasionally darting them over to Draco.

I can't tell what's going on in their minds but all I know is, I definitely wasn't meant to be here right now by the look on their faces.

Balled fists at Theo's sides, his clenched jaw causing veins to protrude from his neck, the furrowed brows and his eyes focused on me distinctly portraying  he's furious over me here.

Theo takes a few steps forward, heavy boots hitting the ground, inching his way closer to the table we're sat at. Turning his head to Draco, he focuses his eyes onto him before opening his mouth. Too focused on trying to figure out what was going on and why Tom was still holding a now knocked out man, I don't budge to even look over at Draco.

"Why the fuck is she even here, Draco?" Jumping in my seat from his sudden yelling, I look at him pointing at me and finally shift my head over to Draco and see him fiddling with his thumbs in his lap as he watches Theo intensely.

'Yeah I'm definitely not suppose to be here.'

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3 hours before

Running my hands along my sheets smoothing them out, stretching my arms and legs out and sighing with satisfaction, I open my eyes to see my cream colored ceiling. Turning to my side on my bed, sheets shifting underneath me, I grab my phone and scroll through my missed calls and texts from yesterday.

With my half open eyes, I go through the millions of texts from Pansy and Eric freaking out before seeing one from Tom. Opening my eyes wider to make sure I wasn't just seeing shit, I read his message to me...

Hey Callista, I got your number from Draco I hope that's alright. Anyways I know we don't know each other very much but I wanted to send my condolences for what happened and I hope you're doing alright. Also if you need a touch up on your tattoo it's on the house. Lmk if you need anything xx

Rereading his message over once more, I close the message and call him to thank him for his sweet message. Bringing the phone up to my hear I hear it ring twice before being sent straight to voicemail. As soon as it beeps letting me know I can leave a voicemail I come up with a different excuse to not sound like a weak bitch.

"H-hey Tom I just read your text and uh...I just wanted to know if I could get a touch up on little Medusa here. Um...a few spots didn't accept the ink as much." Trying to find words to say as I last minute planned this, stuttering and slightly mumbling, "uh I guess just give me a call back when you can. B-bye." Hanging up and locking my phone, I drop it down onto the bed and throw my hands over my eyes taking a small deep breath.