Riddle Me This

32

When I opened my eyes, I was tucked into my bed in my dorm. I rubbed my eyes, then yelped when pain shot through my shoulder.

"I might have to strap your arm to the bed, you've moved it so many times," Mattheo said. I turned to find him sitting on the carpet, looking up at me. He reached up to reposition my arm.

"What time is it?" I asked, looking over to the window and trying to figure out what time it was. 

"It's ten o'clock. I moved you here at around seven," he said, standing up. I sat up in bed, careful not to disturb my arm.

"Am I gonna get a sling for my arm?" I asked. "Yeah, probably. I don't think you're going to stay in bed for a whole two weeks," Mattheo said, smirking. 

"I'm hungry," I said plainly. "One step ahead of you, Potter," he said, placing a bowl of oatmeal on my lap with a spoon. 

"Thanks," I said, picking up the spoon with my good arm and slurping up the oatmeal. I must've been pretty hungry, because I fucking hated oatmeal.

"Hey, but next time, I want something like pancakes, or crepes. I hate oatmeal," I said between spoonfuls. "Then why are you eating it?" he asked, laughing. 

"Because I'm hungry," I said. Mattheo laughed again, then sat down on my bed, by my legs. He watched me finish the last bits of my breakfast, and took the bowl away when I was done. He returned to his spot on my bed, and I scooted upward more.

"The group stopped by," he said. "All of them?" I asked. He nodded laughing. "They were happy just watching you sleep," Mattheo said. 

"Creepers," I muttered. Me and Mattheo laughed.

"So, what's the plan for while we don't have to go to classes?" I asked, hopping out of bed gracefully. I mentally applauded myself for not moving my bad shoulder while doing it.

"Uh, I don't think you should be out of bed yet," Mattheo said, standing up beside me. "I'm fine, Teo," I said, laughing. I spun in a circle as if to prove my point. He looked at me skeptically, but let me stand. 

I walked to the full-body mirror and examined myself. I wrinkled my nose.

"I look like shit," I said. Mattheo walked up beside me. I laughed.

"And I feel super great standing next to you," I said. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, looking down at me.

"Well...you're..." I stammered. Mattheo smirked. "Extremely hot? Yeah, I know," he said, curling a strand of my hair around his finger. 

"I mean, even if this is fake, you're still hot as fuck. And then there's me," I said. He furrowed his eyes at me. 

"Don't be like that, Cae. You're beautiful," he said, stepping closer. His warm breath was familiar on my face.

"I mean, even if this is fake," he said, ruining the moment. I swatted at his arm, remembering to use my good hand. 

"We're just two friends pretending to date," I said, turning back to my reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah. Friends," Mattheo said, looking at his reflection. I don't know if I was imagining it, but I saw a sort of sadness in his face.

There was a knock at the door, and we both jumped. I ran to my bed and hurled the covers over me while Mattheo went to open the door.

"Cae!" Jenjen squealed, running into the room. Didi, Enzo, Zee, Nira, Draco, Theo, and Tom were on her heels. They crowded the room, sitting on me or Mattheo's beds, or on the floor.

"Does it still hurt?" Zee asked as Nira, Didi, and Jenjen all threw their arms around me. "She just got out of the hospital wing, guys. Take it easy on her," Mattheo said, laying down in my bed beside me on top of the covers. He put one of his elbows above my head, and with that hand he brushed the hair off my forehead.