EUNOIA ━ diego hargreeves

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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

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DIEGO WOULD not leave her the hell alone. And it was getting incredibly hard to ignore him. After Lila had introduced them to Stan, and Freya had set Diego's pants on fire, she'd stormed off further into the hotel, and he had followed her. She didn't utter a single word to him throughout their travels around the building, and he eventually gave up when she slammed her room door in his face.

The next morning was somehow worse. Freya stepped out of her room, and nearly tripped over Diego, who was slumped against the wall. He woke up immediately, and rose to his feet while she clenched her jaw and walked towards the elevator.

"Freya- Freya, wait! Listen to me!"

"I would quite literally rather do anything else than hear your voice right now."

"You know that Lila is a compulsive liar! She could be making this up. She hates you. She probably wanted to get back at you! For, you know, being with me. She's crazy jealous. She always has been of you."

"Then let's face the facts," Freya crossed her arms and her step faltered, turning to face him. "Pretend Stan is out of the picture. You still got with Lila after kissing me."

"But I-"

"I don't give a shit about what excuse you're trying to make up right now, okay?" She snapped. Diego fell silent. "You kissed me. You got with Lila literally less than a day after. You danced with her at that party, and temporarily, you chose her over me. Which is fine. But you have to own up to it."

Even if it doesn't make any sense, she wanted to add. Because Stan's complexion did not match either Lila or Diego's, and Lila claimed to have spent twelve years with this kid, though it seemed like she hadn't aged a day.

"Okay, fine!" Diego held his hands up in surrender. "Yes, we slept together. But you've slept with other people, too! I don't get why you're so upset. If Stan isn't mine, then-"

"God, you don't get it do you, Diego?" She stared at him breathing heavily, and completely bewildered. He blinked back, confused. "I didn't get with anyone in '63. I was so focused on finding you and Klaus, but you were too busy sticking it in Lila. I haven't been with anyone since your dad's funeral. It's just been you, because I- because- Ugh! Just forget it."

She turned around again, but glanced at him over her shoulder. "Stay the fuck away from me, Diego. Maybe go bond with your son. The last thing we need is another punk kid with daddy issues like you."

"What happened to you always being on my side?"

She shrugged. "You stabbed me in the back."

Appalled, Diego called after her again, but the elevator doors slid closed, and Freya had to lay a hand against the rail before she fell over and started sobbing.

The lobby was pretty much empty when she entered it. Klaus was sitting at a high table with a plate of food, and Five was roaming the buffet. Freya sighed and climbed onto the chair next to Klaus, who raised an eyebrow.

"You alright, kid?" He questioned cautiously, and Freya glowered but didn't answer. A moment later, Diego appeared downstairs, too. Klaus apparently still hadn't learned how to pick up social cues, because he waved Diego over, who approached hesitantly.

"Christ," someone huffed, and Freya lifted her gaze to see Stan at the buffet. "This place is a dump."

Klaus turned slowly in his seat to face Diego. Freya kept her hands fisted at her sides before she set the whole building on fire. "That little delinquent is your son?"