Evil Game

W A N T E D

Wanted,

this chapter contains mature content

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~4 months later~

I sat in the library thinking. Maybe there's a potion that can paralyze someone. That way one of us can sneak into the building and slip it into the workers coffees.

But maybe I should catch you up first.

It's been a couple months, I'm back to "normal" now. I guess, I don't know.

Everything is normal sorta, besides the fact that mattheo is planning out a bunch of murders and I'm helping. Oh and were wanted in the wizardry world, thank you Voldemort for blessing us with a target on our backs.

"Morning." Mattheo walked into the library. He had bags under his eyes, he was slouching. He was overall tired.
"How much sleep have you gotten?"

"I don't need sleep." He rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to make it an argument." I muttered. Asshole.
"What was that?" He questioned putting his hands on the table getting in my face. "I didn't say anything." I smiled sarcastically.

Fuck you, get your fucking face out of mine before I punch you in the dick and slam your head into this table you piece of shit, get away, get away from me, get away. Don't you dare say a word.

Don't do it mattheo, don't you dare.

He looked down at the table and took his hands off it before sitting down across from me. He could always tell when I was getting angry.

"So I was thinking about a potion that paralyzes the body-." He cut me off.
"That won't work-." Who the fuck do you think you are? But I kept my cool.
"If you'd give me some time to exp-." He cut me off once more.
"It won't work-." I cut him off. I continued to stay calm.
"Would you jus-." He cut me off again
"Fuck off." I dropped the book and stared back at him.

I got up throwing my chair back as I did so. "Fine!" I left the room.

"Fuck!" I yelled slamming the bedroom door Behind me.
"Open the door." Mattheo spoke.
"No, suck a dick."  I retorted sitting down on the floor.
"Your being childish-." I cut him off
"And your being an asshole."
"Ok, ok you win just open the door." He sighed. "Your making it sound like your dealing with a crazy child." I muttered.
"I am." I heard him try and whisper through the door.

"Fuck you!" I yelled before throwing a chair at the door. "The next chair will be broken over your back-."
"Stop acting like a fucking child Pierce!"
"Stop being a dick head riddle!"

The door swung open, shit. He grabbed me and pushed me back on the bed.
"Riddle-."
"Pierce."

"I hate you." He smiled as I spoke, "I hate you too." His lips brushed up against mine. But I was still angry.