My Pretty Girl - T.N.
Bitter Burns and Glowy Skin
Pairing: Ravenclaw and sort of ditzy but talented Reader x Slytherin notorious playboy Theodore Nott
Summary: You need to stop being so easily persuaded.
Author's Note: Long awaited chapter! Sorry about the wait, college is beating my ass right now but almost winter break! Also someone tell me what a taglist is and how to make one?
“Come on please,” Lorenzo begged, turning fully around in his seat to face you.
You hesitated. Parties weren’t really your thing. They were loud, exhausting, scary, sweaty, and so many more unpleasant adjectives.
There was only ten minutes left of class which meant only ten more minutes of Lorenzo and Mattheo trying to convince you to go to a hufflepuff house party.
You weren’t stupid you knew what went on at hufflepuff parties. There was a link between them being prodigies at herbology and Cho coming back to the dorms giggling and wobbling.
“It’s going to be so fun though,” Lorenzo clasped his hands together and pleaded.
“Your boyfriend’s also going to be there,” Mattheo added, wiggling his eyebrows.
You felt your face heat up and tried shushing the loud boy in case anyone was eavesdropping.
“Why would it matter if Theo’s going or not,” you murmured quietly as you glanced around the classroom, paranoid.
Mattheo smirked, “I never said Nott. So you want him to be your boyfriend?”
Shoot. You avoided eye contact with both boys but made sure to shake your head no, not allowing them the chance to assume anything.
“No, bu-” saved by the bell. You reminded yourself to give Dumbledore a giant kiss on his cheek.
You grabbed your backpack and ran away from the two slytherins who bursted out in laughter.
You spotted Cho and Cedric in the hallways and ran to them knowing that the two boys probably wouldn’t follow.
“Hey y/n!” Cedric greeted as he spotted you before Cho did.
“Y/n!” Cho exclaimed, hooking her free arm, the one that wasn’t linked onto Cedric’s, to yours.
“How was class?” Cho asked while you looked behind you, sighing when you didn’t see them lingering behind you.
“As interesting as the history of magic gets,” you rolled your eyes while Cedric laughed.
“It’ll get better, trust me,” Cedric assured while Cho shook her head.
“Don’t listen to him, he said the same thing about potions,” Cho objected while you groaned in response.
Well to be honest it wasn’t that bad anymore. With Theo’s help your grades were getting better and you no longer dreaded the class. At least not as much as before, plus the study dates were also fun.
“You coming to the party tonight?” Cedric asked while Cho pulled your intertwined arms up to smack her head.
“Shoot! That’s what I forgot to ask you last night,” she exclaimed before looking over at you with pleading eyes, one that you were all too familiar with regarding this subject.
“No…” you answered quietly but it seemed like that was the wrong answer when Cho abruptly stopped the three of you from walking.
“Please, it’s a Friday night. What else are you going to do in our dorm alone?” She let go of Cedric’s arm and turned to you, grabbing your arm with both of her hands.
“I want to work on my dress,” you answered while Cho groaned and pretended to cry while Cedric laughed at his girlfriend.
“Please please please please please,” Cho chanted while you tried shaking her grasp away.
“Okay okay!” You exclaimed as she cheered.
“We need to go get ready!” Cho squealed as she let go of your hand and took your hand instead.
“Wait,” she stopped the two of you from running off before running back to kiss Cedric goodbye on the cheek.
“Let’s go look even hotter!”
You wanted to vomit, you really did. You had arrived with Cho but you felt bad for making her babysit you all night therefore you encouraged her to go find Cedric. But obviously that was a big mistake now that you found yourself alone and wanting to leave, if you could even find the door at this point. It felt like the whole school was here.
“Oh look who decided to show up!” Lorenzo yelled as soon as he saw you. And wherever Lorenzo was, you knew Mattheo was near.
“Nott’s not here yet,” Mattheo raised both of his eyebrows as he eyed your dress choice of the night. You had gone with a black lace dress and Mattheo had to murmur an apology to Theo before complimenting your outfit.
“I’m not here for Theo,” you tried to convince them even though you had hoped to have already seen him around.
“Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that,” Lorenzo snickered as he passed you a drink.
You weren’t a big drinker, mostly because of the fact that you were a lightweight. You took a sip and automatically your face scrunched up as you felt the bitter burn in your throat.
“You came here alone?” Mattheo frowned, “We could’ve went and got you.”
You waved them off, “I arrived with Cho don’t worry I’m okay.”
“Well what are you doing standing around for? Let’s go dance!” Lorenzo exclaimed as he pulled you onto the dance with Mattheo following behind.
“I can’t dance!” You exclaimed, not wanting to embarrass yourself with your lousy dance moves.
“It’s easy, just move to the beat!” Lorenzo shrugged like it was that easy.
You took a few more sips of your drink, hoping that it would suppress some nerves. After all, it is easier to do “embarrassing” things when you don’t realize you’re doing them.
“See, natural dancer,” Mattheo praised as he threw an arm around you and Lorenzo.
Suddenly Lorenzo tensed up causing you and Mattheo to look over.
“What’s wrong?” You asked following his gaze across the room. Lorenzo tried to stop you from turning around, but it was too late.
If it was possible, Mattheo would’ve tried to catch and save your falling, shattering heart.
Mattheo cursed under his breath as you tried to push the lump that was forming down your throat.
You didn’t think much of anything when you hung out with Theo. You enjoyed his presence, but maybe it never occurred to you that you were not the only one who had it.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the stabbing feeling in your chest, but you felt like the longer you watched Theo kiss the pretty blonde girl the stronger your stomach churned.
You had no right to be so upset. The two of you were just friends.
You were happy for your friend. She looked really pretty from where you stood. Long wavy blonde hair contrasting your dark straight black strands. She was thin and tall, like the model bodies you drew in your sketchbook for your designs.
You were happy for him, happy that he had someone who seemed nice and pretty. But maybe you were overthinking it. Maybe she means nothing to him. But that would mean you didn’t mean enough for him to not kiss a stranger.
“Something’s stuck in my throat,” you bitterly chuckled as you turned away from them and chugged your drink.
Lorenzo looked at you and felt his own heart break at your dejected expression. Your face resembled the image of a small child in time out.
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing,” Mattheo sighed and patted your back and you feigned a shocked expression.
“Huh? What do you mean?” You played dumb as if you never saw them. But the boys knew better when they saw your eyes starting to tear up. Eyes don't lie.
You started to dance again, grabbing Lorenzo’s cup and chugged. Maybe being lightweight wasn’t a bad thing. You couldn’t even feel the hole in your chest as you danced with tears rolling down your face. When the disco lights hit your face, your face shined and glistened with tears. Maybe you looked gorgeous, like an angel with your glowy face. But maybe you looked like a miserable mess, perhaps the reason he wasn’t here with you right now.
