Scott's P.O.V.
3 days have passed since she found out the truth about Freddie. 3 days she refuses to talk to anyone, neither to me. I can't stand with the idea of her getting hurt. But there was not other way. She had to know and I don't regret for that plan I had on getting him drunk to spill the truth for once. She deserved it. I put on my clothes, grabbed coffee and breakfast from the cafeteria and went to her room. I knocked the door and she opened a few moments later.
"Hey Gabs. How are you today?"
"Same all."
"I brought you coffee and a sandwich to start your day." I sad positively.
"Thanks."
"Do you wanna talk about it or something?"
"No."
"Come on Gabs. Please. I hate seeing you like this, I just wanna.."
"Where is he? I haven't seen him from that day. He didn't even stepped to the university."
"It's better like this. I don't think you should.."
"Look if you know something just tell me."
"I don't Gabs. I'd tell you if I knew."
"Would you?"
"Yes. From the first day that I met you, everything I have said to you was the truth. I tried a lot of times to warn you about him. Don't deny it."
She didn't answer. She knew that was truth. God she looks devastated. Underneath that beautiful face, I could see only sadness and disappointment.
"Look Gabs. I'm not the kind of guy that will say "I told you so" or something like that. I just wanna fix things. Tell me what to do and I'm.."
"If you wanna fix this, I want you to tell me everything. Everything you know about him, his job everything with every single detail." she said looking at me straight through the eyes.
3 days ago.
Gabriella's P.O.V.
"My fucking name isn't even James. It's Freddie. Freddie McClair." he said loudly. Fucking shit. What the fuck was this? The guy I was so fucking deeply in love with was fake. A total fucking fake personality he was using to take my father's money.
Anger. Disappointment. Embarrassment. Sadness. Fear. All those fucking feelings were killing me from the inside. But there was one stronger.
"I love you."
Freddie's P.O.V.
"Wh-what did you.." I must have heard wrong. She can't love me. I just told her what kind of guy I am, what I do, that she means nothing to me. Well, that's not exactly truth. But I had no choice. She needs to forget all about me. Scott was right, I don't deserve her. But he does.
"I love you, Freddie." she repeated. Just the way she was pronouncing my name, I could be sent over the edge. I love her. I love her so fucking much. But she can't know. She will never know.
I turned around and left her. For good.
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Freddie McClair.
Fanfiction"I really fuckin love you." I didn't know what to say to him. I just stood there. I didn't do anything as I watched him getting away from me. I just stood there.
