What the fuck is he doing here? It's been almost two weeks since I found out about him and he didn't gave a fucking sigh of life during that time.
"Come on boys and girls take your seats. Today we'll talk about the criminal's guilt."
I wasn't really focused on what the professor was saying. I was completely distracted from him, sitting right behind me. Scott was giving me concerned looks.
"So. Does the criminal feel guilty? Mrs.Obrien, please enlighten us."
"I don't think so madam."
"Please, explain us your opinion."
"I think that if one person does terrible things..that simply makes him a terrible person."
"That's very hursh if you ask me Mrs. Obrien. Anyone else?"
"I disagree." that was definitely Freddie. That fucking deep voice. "I think that the word "criminal" is a sign that doesn't define the person's character. For example a thief isn't just a thief. He may be an artist or a psychologist or a mechanic. Putting signs is just wrong."
"That's an interesting theory."
Freddie smiled with the air of the winner.
"Or maybe he is what he is. And just this." my ironic tone was obvious.
Before he managed to answer that the bell rang and I took my stuff to get the hell out of there.
"So are you just gonna avoid me now?" Freddie said loudly while he was trying to reach me.
"Yes." I answered back simply.
All of a sudden, he pushed me on a locker placing his body on mine. Thank god there was noone there to see that. I must say, I didn't expect that.
"I know you want me. Stop playing difficult." he whispered as he was putting himself even closer.
"Get off of me. I loathe you."
"I loathe you." he emphasized the you.
"I loathed you first." I emphasized more and put my lips on his.
Then we started to make out right there, in the middle of the university's hall. More passionately than ever. He put his hand on my pussy -over the pant of course- and pushed it.
"I bet you missed that, don't you?" he said deeply as he pushed his hand even more making me moan. His lips were now kissing my neck. I suddenly push him away from me and then push him on the wall grabbing hid balls on my hand.
"I bet you missed that too Mr.Tough." I answered back while I was sucking my mouth on his neck leaving there a remarkable mark. He moaned.
"Why are you back Freddie?" I said seriously as I let go of him.
"Maybe I missed you." he answered playfully.
I rolled my eyes and left him there, heading to my next class.
Scott's POV
"I wanna talk to you."
"Then talk."
"Not here. Let's go somewhere quiet."
We went a few meters outside the uni and without losing anymore time I started.
"Freddie, I want you to leave her alone."
"Yeah well. That's not gonna happen."
"What the fuck do you want for fuck sake?" I was now furious like hell. "You want money? I'll give you money."
"I don't want your money Evans."
"Then what is it? And don't tell me any crap about love."
"Let me handle this my way. Don't get involved. It's none of your business."
"And what's your plan big guy? Kill her and get the money? Not gonna happen."
"I love her, Scott."
"So am I."
The words came out from my mouth so naturally like it was the easiest thing in the world. I love her. Yeah I love her. She is all I care about. I care about her more than I care about myself. I can't stand in the idea of her getting hurt. The aim of my life is to protect her at all costs.
"We should make a deal then."
"What kind of deal?
"How much are you willing to do to keep her safe?"
"Everything."
It's truth. I'd do everything to protect her. I could even give my fucking life if that was necessary.
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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.
