Dangerous Lovers (BeckFreen)

10- The Truth

"And that's what happened." I vent, huffing in agitation as I swirl my coffee in my cup.

Me and Nam are at her house, sat on the sofa as we binge a bunch on movies and do whatever we can think of.

But as I finish talking about the situation that has happened between me and Rebecca, a loud high pitch laugh is heard. I look over angrily before smacking Nam on the shoulder. "Why are you laughing for?!" I start. "It ain't funny at all!" Nam wipes the tears from laughter before looking at me with a smirk.

"Freen, Freen, Freen. How stupid of you to believe giving her milk tea will make her become friends with you." She states as she chuckles once more. I groan in annoyance. "This was your idea!" I argue back making her roll her eyes. "Yeah but your stupid brain thought to continue doing this for days. You wouldn't think she'd become a little suspicious at all?" She asks making me pout at her question, clearly knowing she's right but not wanting to admit it.

Nam sighs deeply at my reaction before immediately standing up. I look at her in confusion. "What are you doing?" I ask but she doesn't respond right away. She turns and leaves me in the living room, heading upstairs. So I to stand up to run after her, eager to see what she's up to.

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-Nam's room-

I open her bedroom door to see her sitting on the edge of her massive bed, arms crossed and glaring right at me. "Sit down Freen." She nods towards her office chair but my eyebrows  furrow in so much confusion. "What are you doing-"

"Sit your ass down." She declares making my my eyes widen. I comply instantly, sitting down on the chair that faces directly where she's sat.
"Instead of sulking and whining like a big baby because your milk tea bullshit didn't work." She starts before standing up and pacing around her bedroom. "Start thinking of others things you can do!" She explains firmly.

"But what though? Either way Rebecca will hate me." I whisper almost to myself making her walk over and flick my forehead. "Ow! Why did you do that?!" I whine angrily making her grab my shoulders and shake me. "Grow up Freen! Stop acting like a toddler! Mission one was a fail, correct or not correct?!" She raises her voice slightly. I huff once more before nodding. She shakes me harder.

"Correct or NOT CORRECT?!!" She questions louder than I've ever heard someone raise their voice at me before. "Fine, CORRECT!" I copy her tone making her finally pat my back. She hums in agreement before sitting down, this time crossing her legs. I watch her in shock, having absolutely no idea she could shout that loud.

"So. Mission Two." Nam starts. "This time you have to do whatever it takes to make her trust you, or at least become civil with you." I nod slowly, listening to her words. "Like what?"

Nam's lips curl into a very mischievous smirk making an eyebrow raise.

"Annoy her until she finally agrees." She calmly states making me choke on my own spit.

"What?! Are you trying to get me murdered?!" She rolls my eyes are my dramatic response. "Rebecca was literally going to murder me due to the milk tea incident. Now she'll definitely slit my throat if I tend to piss her off." I continue in a panic. She groans in fury.

"Listen Freen. It's either this or you give up."

Her words get to me. I can't just give up. My father wants me to do this. I promised him I'd do it. So I have to. Even if I do get killed by her...

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-Armstrong boxing centre-

I throw a kick at the punching bag in one hit, making it almost fall to the side. My face drips with sweat as I've been working out for hours now. I go back to punching, power and control makes the bag move in all different directions.

After a few minutes later I decide to take a little break, going to the side and taking my black boxing gloves off with my teeth. I grab my water bottle, opening it and spitting the cap onto the floor before pouring the icy cold water onto my face.

I hum in relief, needing something to cool me down. My thought drifts back to yesterday. The incident with that bitch Freen. Who the fuck does she think she is? Giving me milk teas and acting like we are the bestest of pals. Idiot.

Then someone taps me on my shoulder making me turn around immediately, grabbing the collar of their shirt. "What?!!" I shout in pure anger. Irin looks at me, shocked about my reaction. Noticing her I realise my mistake, getting off of her and stepping back trying to calm myself down.

"Oh. It's you." I state making her cross her arms. "Yeah it is me. What's up with you? I though you was going to kill me then." I roll my eyes at her question before shrugging. "I don't know what your on about." I start. "Nothing is wrong with me."

She huffs for second or so. "Liar." She continues, making me sigh deeply. "Let me guess. Freen." That name makes me tense up immediately. My cold eyes bore into hers. "What about her?" I snap, making Irin flinch a little.

"Since that milk tea incident you've been nothing but a moody bitch. Why are you so upset that she was trying to become civil with you? Isn't that what you want? Isn't it better than constantly arguing and getting into trouble with your father?"

Her statement catches me off guard. But I gulp harshly, forcing these strange emotions back.
"I don't need your input." I argue back. "And if all you're going to talk about is Freen the get out." My tone leaves no room for argument. Irin watches me for a second or so, hurt flashing in her eyes. But I turn around to look at the bag, not wanting to see.

And after a few seconds I hear footsteps fade away, the door slamming shut. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I slowly turn around to see me alone. The coldness and silence consumes me completely. Feeling more alone than I ever have before. I know she's right. I don't wanna admit it, but she is.

And I know it's my fault. But I can't help it.

I'm a mess that destroys everything and everyone that's around me.

Because I'm too stupid to admit that deep down...
I'm one of the most weakest girls you'll ever meet..

TO BE CONTINUED....