baby im a sociopath,
sweet serial killer.

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

Why would Sinclair choose to do this? How could she dismantle something so important to me? While many might assume it's my ego that matters most, it's actually my pride.

She disrupted it all by engaging with Mattheo, radiating smiles and laughter around him. It is her fault.

What does Mattheo possess that I may lack? I have the capacity to treat her with utmost respect, and I possess all the qualities anyone would desire. I've been granted everything a typical person would yearn for. Why then, can't I simply just have her?

Did she think I wasn't good in bed? Oh please. No one would ever think that.

A quiet unease began to creep into my thoughts, like an invisible shadow that wouldn't go away. It started with a sense of comparison, a feeling that something precious was slipping through my fingers. As time passed, this unease transformed into a relentless ache, a persistent itch in the back of my mind.

Is this perhaps a pang of jealousy gnawing at me?

It might just be envy or perhaps my frustration at not obtaining what I desire. Nevertheless, it's clear that Mattheo's intentions aren't genuine; he's merely exploiting her. Rarely have I encountered such resistance in obtaining my desires.

The night of the party, I only touched her. Only for the necklace, Which has lost its value as she is now wearing it on her neck. Every. Single. Day.

I wonder what Mattheo said to her. What lie he came up with to make her wear it.

We used to be friends, me and Sinclair of course me and Mattheo have never gotten along, She used to like me, platonically I assume, I started being rude to her out of the random.

But. Riddle will never stop me from what I want. What I crave.

CLEODORA SINCLAIR

The room simmered with a volatile mix of jealousy and confusion as I confronted Lucille about her tryst with Lorenzo. Onyx's eyes darted from me to Lucille, her demand for an explanation palpable.

Lucille, sensing the rising tension, adopted a nonchalant tone. "Oh, yeah. I was gonna tell you. I was just a bit... busy."

Onyx wasn't buying it, her voice firm as she reprimanded Lucille. "Busy? Lucille, we are your best friends. This is something you tell us, instantly."

I couldn't resist adding to the drama, feigning indifference as I continued the charade. "Like... I don't care that you slept with him," I lied, my words laced with a deceptive coolness. "But I had to find out about my best friend's sex life from Mattheo Riddle..." My mention of Mattheo's name was a calculated ploy to stoke guilt within Lucille for not sharing her secret sooner, a manipulation that added fuel to the brewing emotional turmoil.

I wanted her to feel bad.

Lucille's remorse was palpable as she realized the gravity of her omission. Her eyes filled with genuine regret as she spoke, "Oh Merlin. This sounds terrible. I am so, so sorry, guys. I should've told you before it even happened."

My anger began to dissipate as I saw the sincerity in her apology. Lucille's words carried the weight of genuine remorse, and it was clear that she hadn't intended to keep such a significant secret from us.

"But... Lorenzo told Mattheo?" Lucille continued, her tone growing tense. "He told me not to tell anyone, He told me that it was 'our little secret'."

The shock of the revelations was palpable in the room, and it was clear that we couldn't let this situation fester any longer. Onyx, fueled by anger, was the first to react.

"Lorenzo, you fucking manslag!" Onyx exclaimed, her voice filled with fury. She rose from her bed, determination etched on her face as she strode toward the door.

Lucille, sensing the gravity of the moment, questioned, "Where are you going?"

"To sort some things out," Onyx replied, her gaze unwavering.

"I'm coming too," I declared, realizing that we needed to confront the situation together.

"We're all going," Lucille asserted, her resolve matching ours. The unity among us was unwavering as we prepared to address the tangled web of secrets and emotions that had been unveiled.

As a group of three, we walked to Lorenzo's dorm, the anticipation weighing heavy on our minds. As we arrived, we knocked on the door with a sense of urgency, knowing that this confrontation was long overdue.

The door swung open to reveal Lorenzo. Did he get more attractive from the last time I saw him? I couldn't help but think, even in the midst of this tense moment.

Lorenzo's expression hardened as he kissed his teeth. "Ahh, Sinclair. What do you want?" His voice was laced with irritation, and it was clear he wasn't thrilled about our unexpected visit.

Before I could say anything, Lucille stepped forward, her voice dripping with frustration. "You told me not to tell anybody. Anybody. That's we had ... whatever we had. But you get to tell Mattheo? Make that make sense, Lorenzo." Her words came out like a sharp rebuke, reflecting the hurt and betrayal she felt.

Lorenzo's eyes darted between us, and for a moment, he seemed caught off guard. The silence in the room grew palpable as we waited for his response, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The truth, whatever it was, hung in the air, demanding to be addressed.

Lorenzo's face contorted in shock as he stammered, "Wha- What are you on about?" His eyes widened, and his confusion was evident. It was clear that he hadn't anticipated this confrontation.

Just then, a voice, dripping with contempt, scoffed from behind Lorenzo. Draco Malfoy, with his signature air of superiority, approached the door. His features were twisted in a mixture of disgust and anger as he added fuel to the fire. "You had sex with mudblood Granger?!" His words were sharp, casting a shadow over the room.

The atmosphere grew even more charged, as Lorenzo now had to contend not only with us but with Draco's unexpected presence. The dorm room felt like a battlefield of emotions, each word and revelation striking like a verbal duel, and the tension in the air threatened to ignite into something far more explosive.

"Yes, yes he did!" Lucille's voice rang out with unwavering conviction. Her eyes were fixed on Lorenzo, challenging him to deny the undeniable.

Malfoy's features twisted further with anger. He turned to Lorenzo, his face inches away from his roommate's. Grabbing Lorenzo by the collar of his shirt, Draco pushed him forcefully against the wall to their left. The sound of Lorenzo's back hitting the cinderblock wall was punctuated by a sharp gasp.

"Did you?" Draco's voice was laced with rage, the lines of his face etched with a mixture of disbelief and fury.

Lorenzo, pinned against the wall, couldn't escape the truth any longer. He swallowed hard, his voice shaking as he admitted, "Yes..."

Draco, unable to contain his anger any longer, lunged at Lorenzo. His fists rained down on Lorenzo's face like a relentless storm, each blow a manifestation of the betrayal felt by everyone in the room. Lorenzo, battered and unable to defend himself, took the punishment as a form of reckoning.

The room was filled with the sickening sound of fists meeting flesh and Lorenzo's painful grunts. It was a brutal confrontation, and in that moment, Lorenzo seemed to be paying the price for the secrets he had kept and the hurt he had caused.

No one stopped Draco. Blaise tried to. He failed.

Lucille watched the brutal exchange, her eyes reflecting a mix of anger, hurt, and a hint of satisfaction. She had been wounded by Lorenzo's deception, and seeing him receive a measure of comeuppance felt like a small vindication for her.

The room itself seemed to bear witness to this chaotic clash of emotions. Posters of musicians and athletes gazed down, frozen in time, as if silently judging the unfolding drama. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead cast eerie shadows that danced with each blow.

As Draco continued to deliver blow after blow, Lorenzo's face became a swollen, bloody mess. His once-confident facade had crumbled, and all that was left was a man who had been caught in a web of lies and deceit.

Outside the dorm room, the sounds of the scuffle had drawn the attention of other students. Whispers and murmurs permeated the corridor as curious onlookers debated whether to intervene or simply bear witness to this dramatic spectacle.

Finally, Draco's anger seemed to wane, and he stepped back, breathing heavily. Lorenzo slumped to the floor, his face a mask of pain and humiliation. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by Lorenzo's labored breaths and the distant echoes of the dorm's other inhabitants, still uncertain of what had transpired.

It was a confrontation that would leave its mark on all those involved, a reminder of how secrets and betrayals could fracture even the closest of bonds, and how the pent-up emotions of a tumultuous situation could explode into violence when pushed to the brink.

—

"I can't even fight back," Lorenzo scoffed, his voice laden with both physical pain and a deep sense of helplessness. "If I'd fought back, his father would've killed me."

I took a step closer, my wand held with practiced confidence. The room was still heavy with tension, but now there was an air of urgency to address Lorenzo's injuries.

"Stay still, Berkshire," I instructed calmly, my gaze focused on the task at hand. I raised my wand, its tip glowing softly as I prepared to perform a healing spell.

Lorenzo, his skepticism showing even through the pain, couldn't resist a quip. "Are you sure you even know this spell? I mean, it's quite the challenge..."

My patience wavered for a moment, but I maintained a stern tone. "Don't question me. I'm just trying to help you," I replied, my voice firm but laced with concern.

"Awh, you care," Lorenzo teased, his battered face breaking into a cheesy grin.

"Episkey," I said, casting the healing spell to mend all his wounds, though the twinkle in his eye suggested he was more focused on our conversation.

"About me, you care," Lorenzo continued to smile, clearly relishing the moment.

"Of course, I care about you, Lorenzo. I never stopped," I replied earnestly, determined to bridge the gap that had formed between us. Seeing his raised eyebrows, I continued with a hint of humor, "What, you think just because you're a total knobhead all the time, that means I'll stop caring about you?"

Lorenzo chuckled, the sound of it a rare and welcome relief in the room.

He leaned in, his tone softer, more sincere. "You know when we went to Hogsmeade in third year, Onyx made up some fake story about how if you stepped into the Three Broomsticks, you'd be cursed. I was terrified. And you held my hand and practically forced me to go in?"

I nodded, recalling the memory of that playful yet reassuring gesture.

"That's when I realized I loved you," Lorenzo confessed, his words hanging in the air, heavy with vulnerability.

My heart skipped a beat as his confession sunk in.

"And I never stopped,"

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i GUYS BEFORE YOU ARE LIKE "OMG THIS STORY IS SO FAST BLABLABLA" THINK OF WIZARDS OF WAVERLY PLACE'S THEME SONG, EVERYTHING ITS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS!!

NOT WHAT IT SEEMS AT ALL.

ALSO IM CHANGING THE NAMES TO MY CHAPTERS SO IF YOU SEE UPDATES DONT MIND THEM!!