Chapter 49

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"Maddy please, tell me what happened," I say as I close the door of our room.

Instead of answering, Madeline just collapses on the floor and starts crying. I drag her to her bed and start rubbing her back. I give her time to gather her breathing along with her head.

Finally she starts, "So as you know we met in Barcelona and back then I had no idea Pedri was a football player. And you know I went out with him and we had a great time and I really started to like him after seeing him twice." I nod because I have heard these things before so I'm expecting some twists and turns that lead to this moment when she is not herself at all.

She gives me an uncertain smile and takes a few deep breaths before continuing, "But the thing I didn't tell you is that it wasn't a mutual decision to leave it as a holiday fling. He kind of ghosted me after our date and even though it sounds stupid, he kind of broke my heart by doing so..."

My heart breaks. She went through that without telling me anything. Tears start gathering in my eyes because I feel so bad for her. She is my best friend and doesn't deserve to be treated like that not even by a total hottie.

"Oh Maddy, why didn't you tell me that after Barcelona? I knew something was not right and Mason mentioned it a few times, but I just kind of brushed it off," I say and give her a tight hug. I should have pressured her to tell me.

"No, just listen to me. This is definitely not the whole story," Madeline says and tells me about Pedri dragging her to his room and appearing at her door a couple of days after begging her to get out of his head.

"But then you came in at the worst time and I didn't want to mess up your thing with Gavi so we decided to pretend that we were seeing each other or something," she admits.

No girl, no. Please say this isn't true. "You guys did what?!" I scream but she hisses me with a look.

"And it worked out okay in the beginning but then I caught him kissing some girl at the joint dinner and I got confused. That's why I was crying under the table and getting drunk. I didn't plan on doing so, but it kinda happened," she confesses and I look at her completely shocked.

I thought she was having a hard day or something when she cried under the table at the joint dinner but no. Her fling that is actually more than fling was kissing another woman. Excuse me what!??

"But after that things changed and I thought what we had between us was not fake anymore. I really started to fall from him, even though I didn't want to admit it to myself. We spent so much time together and the way he acted indicated that he was falling for me as well, but turns out that it was all a lie. And now I don't want to ever see him again or talk to him. He humiliated me and betrayed my trust, so I'm done with him," she says at the end of her rant about Pedri and looks at me.

"I'm so sorry, I should have told you before," she adds while crying in my arms.

I'm completely freezed by her story. I would never have guessed that the situation was something like this. That is absolutely horrible. I have never felt worse in my life. She needed me but felt like she couldn't tell me all that because she wanted me to be happy even though it makes everything harder for her.

"No, I'm the one who should apologise. I'm your bestie and you shouldn't have to think about my feelings when you're going through something like that," I say and start crying as well. We're both holding each other in a tight embrace.

"When I saw Pedri outside of Gavi's room, looking like a beaten dog, I thought something really bad had happened to you. But I never expected this," I admit and look in her eyes.

There had been scenarios running through my mind of what could possibly have happened to her. Scenarios like her getting run over by a car, drowning in a pool, getting arrested after running to the football field or because of fighting with other teams fan, getting kidnapped or raped by Qatari men. And these only gets worse. Thankfully, she gets me out of my thoughts.

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