Charley: Would You Slap Your Best Friend For A Thousand Bucks?

Charley: Would you slap your best friend for a thousand bucks?

Rhonda: I would slap Wally for free.

Wally, tearing up: I’m your best friend??

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

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Summary: Old friends turned enemies Y/N and Theo Nott find themselves in a tense stalemate, exacerbated by their close proximity in Potions class. Theo's unrelenting efforts to get Y/N's attention clash with her determination to ignore him.

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Y/N entered the Potions classroom, her mind preoccupied with the intricate instructions for the day's potion. The room was still mostly empty, with only a few students scattered about, whispering to each other or preparing their materials. Y/N took her usual seat, not far from the front, preferring to have a clear view of Professor Snape's demonstrations.

Her mood soured as she noticed Theo Nott taking the seat directly across from her. Y/N frowned, immediately considering moving, but as she began to rise, she felt a firm but gentle hand on hers, stopping her in her tracks.

"Sit down, Y/N," Theo said, his voice low and insistent.

She glared at him, her resolve to ignore him strengthened by the infuriating smirk that played on his lips. Just as she was about to yank her hand away and find another seat, a group of girls approached Theo, vying for his attention.

"Theo, could you help us with today's potion? We heard it's really complicated," one of them said, her tone dripping with sweetness.

Theo's smirk deepened as he turned his attention to the girls. "Of course," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking back to Y/N, hoping to see a flicker of jealousy.

Y/N rolled her eyes, unimpressed, and with her free hand, she pulled out her textbook, determined to ignore both Theo and the girls. What she didn't realize was that Theo's hand was still clasped over hers, his thumb now gently rubbing circles on her skin. Her focus on the book was intense, trying to block out the sensation of his touch.

"Miss Y/L/N," Professor Snape's voice cut through the chatter, calling her to the front of the class.

Startled, Y/N let go of Theo's hand, not even registering the fact they had been holding hands. Y/N stood up and walked to Snape's desk, feeling the weight of several pairs of eyes on her, most notably Theo's.

As Snape began discussing the finer points of her last assignment, Theo's attention was entirely on Y/N, his gaze sharp and focused. The girls surrounding him noticed his distraction, their expressions turning from interest to annoyance.

"Theo, are you even listening to us?" one of the girls huffed.

His eyes never left Y/N. "No, I'm not."

The girls followed his line of sight and one of them whispered, "Y/N? I thought you hated each other."

Theo shook his head, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. "No, not quite."

"So, you like her?" another girl asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and disbelief.

He smirked, not needing to say more. The look in his eyes gave away everything.

"What are you going to do about it?" the first girl pressed, hoping to draw his attention back to them.

Finally, Theo turned his gaze to the girls, his smirk growing more pronounced. "Make sure she knows. She's been mine since we kissed last week."

As Snape continued to speak to Y/N, she could feel Theo's intense stare burning into her back. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized the depth of his attention, the memory of their kiss flooding back. But she quickly pushed it aside, focusing on Snape's words and the task at hand.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Y/N hurried back to her seat, pointedly avoiding Theo's gaze, but the tension between them was palpable.

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