Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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Luciana's POV

The tension in the air was thick the next morning, and I felt it creeping in from the moment I woke up. My thoughts were a mess of guilt, confusion, and anger. Dante's words from the night before echoed in my mind, each one cutting deeper than the last. The breakup was still so raw, and all I wanted was some space to think—some time to figure out where I stood in the chaos I'd created.

But of course, Pedri didn't care about that.

He showed up unannounced, banging on my door like he had every right to be here. I knew he wouldn't take "no" for an answer, but after everything, I was not in the mood to deal with him. I hesitated before opening the door, already exhausted from the inevitable confrontation.

"What are you doing here, Pedri?" I asked as I swung the door open, my voice sharper than I intended.

He stepped inside, ignoring my question, his eyes scanning my face like he was trying to read my every thought. "We need to talk," he said, his tone a mix of frustration and urgency.

"I don't have anything to say right now," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You need to leave. I need time to think."

Pedri's expression darkened, and he stepped closer, closing the door behind him. "Time? You need time?" he scoffed. "We've been at this for months, Luciana. You can't keep saying you need time. What are we, huh? What am I to you?"

I felt my chest tighten as his words hit me, each one like a punch. I didn't have an answer, at least not one that would make sense to him. "I don't know, Pedri," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "I don't know what we are, and that's why I need time. I can't keep doing this."

Pedri shook his head, his frustration boiling over. "That's not good enough. You can't just string me along and then pull away when it suits you. What are we even doing if you don't know?"

"I broke Dante's heart, Pedri," I snapped back, my emotions finally spilling out. "And now we're here, sneaking around like this, and if we get back together, everyone will know. They'll know we started this mess while we were still with them."

Pedri's jaw clenched, and he ran a hand through his hair, clearly not satisfied with my response. "So what? You're just going to end this because of what people might think? After everything, that's what matters to you?"

I felt the sting of his words, the truth behind them biting into me. "It's not just about that, and you know it. This whole thing is wrong. It's been wrong from the start."

Pedri's eyes flared with anger. "If you think it's so wrong, then why did you start it? Why did you cheat on Dante in the first place if you were so in love with him?"

His question hit like a slap, and I couldn't hold back anymore. "Why did you cheat on me when I was in London?" I shot back, my voice rising. "I want the truth, Pedri. All of it. Because if we're doing this, then we're doing it with everything on the table."

Pedri flinched at my accusation, and for a moment, he looked like he might back down. But then he straightened, his expression hardening. "The truth?" he shouted, stepping closer. "I did it because I was scared, okay? I was scared that you'd leave me, that you'd realize I wasn't good enough and go back to Thiago or someone else who wasn't me. So yeah, I messed up. But at least I was honest about my feelings for you."

I felt my heart drop at his confession, but I couldn't let him off that easily. "You think that excuses what you did?" I yelled, my voice trembling with anger. "You can't just hurt people because you're scared. That's not how this works."

Pedri's eyes were blazing, his breathing heavy. "And what about you, huh? Why did you start this? Don't pretend you're some innocent victim in all of this. You've been lying to Dante, lying to yourself, and lying to me. You said you loved him, but you kept coming back to me."