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"Emalia meant nothing to me." Mattheo said it through the wood of the portrait door, his breathing rough after running up seven flights of stairs from the dungeons. I stood on the other side in the dark common room. Twenty minutes earlier, my phone had buzzed with messages from our squad group chat. Mattheo had sent two texts to the whole group by accident. He thought he was messaging Emalia Rosier in private. He told her she left her necklace on his nightstand, and he told her to wear a black lace set tomorrow night. When Emalia asked if he was going to be stuck pretending with me, he texted back that he would tell me he had prefect duty. Ten of our friends were in that chat. Everyone read it. Draco started taking screenshots. Lorenzo called Mattheo disgusting. Emalia typed that I was going to find out eventually anyway. Mattheo and I had been together for six months. He had always been proud and distant with other people. He never apologized, and he never explained himself. I had believed him when he told me he cared about me. Seeing those texts made me feel stupid. He had not just cheated. He had planned out a lie about his prefect rounds and laughed about me behind my back in front of everyone we knew. His private messages came in right after. First he said someone stole his phone. Then he claimed it was a joke. Finally, he texted that he was running up to Gryffindor Tower and told me not to lock him out. Now he was knocking against the door. "Open the door, Cass," he said. "Please. Just look at me." "Everyone saw it, Mattheo," I said. My voice was shaky, and I hated that he could hear it. "You told her I was an excuse." "I was drunk. It was a mistake," he said. He sounded tired and rattled. I had never heard him sound like that before. "I don't care about her. I swear. I only care about you." Hearing him sound that desperate shook me. I put my hand on the iron latch. Part of me wanted to unlatch the door and pull him inside before anyone came downstairs. I still loved him, and I hated that about myself. But he had humiliated me in front of all our friends. If she really meant nothing, he could say those exact words to the chat. He leaned his weight against the wood. "Tell me what to do, Cass," he said. "Anything." You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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