Liar | Freddie Mercury

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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Freddie let go of me as soon as he heard Veronica's voice, his smile disappearing. I always found it amusing how irritated he got whenever she interrupted us.

"Oh, don't let me stand in the way of young love," she said when he took a step away from me. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"I'll see you around, Clara," he grumbled, not paying her any mind, but he didn't make it very far before she spoke up again.

"Leaving so soon, Fred? I was preparing cocktails," she said. When I turned to face her, she had the slightest smirk on her face, proud as ever to get under anyone's skin, especially his.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt girls' night. I have plans tonight." Although he was facing her, he was already walking backwards, prepared to head off the second she stopped talking. But she wasn't having it.

"What's one drink with friends? You might as well stay until the worst of the storm is over. Don't you agree, Rissa?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her, knowing that the only reason she wanted him to stay was to annoy him further.

"I'm not getting in the middle of this," I raised my hands, taking a step back defensively.

"Come on, Fred. One drink," she insisted. He glanced toward me, his face twisted in annoyance. I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Do you want me to stay?" he asked. It surprised me. Since when did he care what I wanted? His expression was hard to read.

"If you have plans with someone else, I don't want to keep you. But it could be nice," I said honestly. Despite spending so much time around him lately, I didn't want him to leave.

He thought for a moment and glanced at the sky, squinting at the rain that fell around him. He looked miserable, but even with his face so sour, and his hair curly and messy, he looked gorgeous as ever.

"Come in when you're ready. I'll be in the kitchen," Veronica said and turned in her tracks, heading back inside and leaving me alone with him.

"You don't have to stay if you don't want to," I reminded him, feeling slightly guilty. He obviously didn't want to be there. He shook his head at himself.

"I'll come in for one drink. I have to leave before ten, though," he said. Where did he have to be by ten?

"Who do you have plans with?" I asked, but he didn't answer me immediately. He frowned like he was unsure if he should tell me. I waited patiently until he spoke.

"Mary wants me to come over. We haven't spoken in a while," he said casually, taking a step toward me as if to get a better look at me under the dim light of Veronica's front porch.

I couldn't help but frown. "You still see her?" I muttered, instantly feeling a pang of jealousy wash over me. Why on earth would he want to see her after what she did?

"Like I said, I haven't spoken to her in a while. She just wants to catch up. It's nothing serious," he said with a straight face. It didn't make me any less bitter, though. I wished all the women from his past would just disappear off the face of the earth. First, he'd seen Pasha earlier that day, and now he was headed to Mary's.