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"And how is any of that my fault?" You scream at him from the other side of the kitchen island, waving your arms around as you express your frustration.
"You let him touch you the whole night!" He screams while pointing at you, starting to make his way out to the living room, "Come on, Y/N, I thought you were smarter than this."
"Are you serious, Freddie?" You say defensively, following him, "He's my friend, I can't just push him to the ground."
"You guys almost fucking kissed!" He says, stopping to walk to look at you dumbfounded.
"He was blackout drunk! He probably thought I was someone else."
He shakes his head and looks outside the window of the apartment, almost as if he can't bear to look at you.
"Like that's an excuse." He says under his breath.
"It sure is." You answer him calmer, and you notice, just by his expression, that he didn't expect you to hear him. "I didn't kiss him, he tried to kiss me. You can't blame me for this."
He shakes his head, still looking out of the window.
"Can you?" You ask.
"I can, Y/N. I can because he's your friend." He says, now bringing his eyes back to you. "He should know not to touch you, and not to fucking kiss you. Especially when you're meeting my friends for the first time!"
You look down at the ground somewhat defeated and he lets out a sigh.
He doesn't say anything else and you follow his gaze out of the window when you find yourself without words to say. Your mind is affected by the alcohol, and it feels clogged - like only half of the stuff you want to say actually comes out of your mouth.
You feel so ridiculous when arguing with Freddie. But he's right, in a way. Today was supposed to be special and it was really important to him. You were finally going to meet his friends/teammates after dating for almost 5 months.
It was supposed to be perfect, but it wasn't.
It began as planned: you met up with Freddie at the front of a bar. It wasn't as busy as you expected it to be, and inside there were just a few people scattered around the big room. Some of them were his friends, who were sitting by a table.
For the first hours, everything went super well. They were all extremely nice to you, and they were always starting a conversation with you. And all of that happened while Freddie sat beside you, with a proud smile on his face, and with his arm around you securely.
