Page 58 of Sold to the Devil
Mattheo is incredibly possessive and jealous. He tolerates my friendships with the boys in our group because he knows they're loyal to him, which means they'd never dare think of me like that.
Except Tom.
I've refused to talk to him since the fight in the main hall. I know he didn't hit me intentionally, but his hurtful words were intentional. He said them to hurt me. He tried to approach me and get me to talk to him several times during the first two weeks, but I ignored him. Eventually, he got fed up and gave up.
Well, that, and also because Matt threatened to hex him if he didn't stop. Tom isn't afraid of his brother, but Matt is still stronger than him, and he knows it. So he's chosen to stop hanging out with the group, only talking to the others when necessary.
Cameron thinks it's because he can't stand seeing me in his brother's arms while I avoid him. Apparently, everyone knows the youngest Rigast likes me. Which always makes Matt angry, letting his jealousy show whenever one of our friends teases us about it.
As I said, Matt is possessive and jealous.
And I'm no better. Ever since we confessed our feelings for each other, I've become more aware of the lustful looks girls give him, and it's annoying me. Especially because everyone at the Academy thinks I'm just his new toy of the month.
Luckily, I'm more patient than Mattheo and just glare at them. I haven't gotten into a fight with any of these girls. Yet. But I can feel my patience wearing thin. It's only a matter of time before I lose it and punch one of them in the face.
I sit down at the wizards’ table, a heavy sigh leaving my lips as I rest my head on Enzo's shoulder. I notice that only he, Cameron, and Theodore are there. I know where Matt and Arthur are, but the girls, I have no idea.
“Well, hello, sunshine!” Enzo smiles, patting me affectionately on the head.
“Hey boys,” I wave gently, holding back a yawn, before taking a piece of chicken from Enzo's plate.
He scowls at me and I laugh, making him roll his eyes, a small, amused, and affectionate smile spreading on his face.
“Are you okay, beautiful?”
I nod to Cameron before sighing heavily and sitting up straight in my seat.
“I'm just... I'm about to punch one of the girls who keeps drooling over Matt.” I bring my fingers together to show them how short my patience is. It suffices to say, the gap between them istiny.
The two boys burst out in laughter before exchanging knowing glances. I frown and look at each of their faces suspiciously.
“What?”
“You two are more alike than you think, darling,” Theodore winks at me. “It's actually quite funny. I can't wait to see you hit one of those girls.”
Enzo and Cameron nod, wide smirks on their faces. I roll my eyes teasingly before trying to grab another piece of chicken from Enzo's plate, but he slaps my hand away. He mutters something that sounds a lot like 'damn women' under his breath before picking up an empty plate, filling it up and handing it to me. I smile and kiss his cheek in thanks.
“Yeah, yeah, just keep your hands off my chicken,” he grumbles.
I shrug, laughing.
“By the way, where is your shadow?” Theodore frowns in confusion, finally realizing that Mattheo isn't with me.
“Family problems,” I whisper, and their eyes widen in understanding before they nod.
I sigh at the thought of Arthur's chore. Matt has been helping him every night for the past week because the blond boy hasn't made any progress, and he knows his father probably won't like it. They haven't been in the main hall for dinner in too many days, I'm worried people are getting suspicious.
“Any idea where the girls are?” I ask, taking a biteof my carrots.
They shake their heads, and I shrug. They're probably with guys. Paula and Theodore haven't made any progress since the party, essentially avoiding eye contact. Nancy still hasn't told us about this mysterious girl, refusing to even mention her. However, Kiara and Arthur have gotten closer.
I finish my plate and take two clean ones, I fill them up and make them disappear with a flick of my wand.
“I'll take these to the boys. Good night, guys.”
“'Night!” They answer in unison, making me laugh softly.
I stand up and start walking towards the doors when I see Dawson stand up as well out of the corner of my eye.
