Weasley & Weasley: A Fred & George Weasley Fanfic

Chapter 20: Accusations

I sit back down next to George, who glances up at me, automatically noticing the large red mark left on my cheek.

He grabs my face into his hands, turning my head and looking at me in worry.

"What the bloody hell happened?" He questions.

I shake my head, grabbing his hands off my face and holding them in mine.

"It's fine. Me and Angelina just needed to talk, and we're good now."

"Okayy." He begins.

"But that doesn't explain the huge red mark on your face. What happened?" He questions.

I laugh softly,

"She slapped me, but its okay, really." I reassure.

He furrows his brow in confusion.

"Why did she slap you?" He asks.

I debate with myself for a moment, deciding on if I should tell him about the letter or not.

I ultimately decide against it.

"We can talk about it later." I say.

He nods his head, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my irritated cheek.

I laugh, smiling ear to ear at his gesture, bringing his hand up to my lips and kissing his knuckles.

" I love you." I say.

He smiles.

"I love you too."

...

The rest of the day was super boring.
I mean with the amount of action I had in the morning, I don't think I could've taken any more surprises. The letter remained in my back pocket for the remainder of the day, it eventually leaving my mind as I went about my business.

The sting of my cheek slowly faded as well, the irritation and redness fading as the day went on, along with the importance of the incident as a whole.

After our final class, George pulled me outside and to the side of the building, around the quidditch field.

He pressed me up to the wall, running his hands up and down from my ribs to my hips, holding me in a kiss the entire time.

He then places his grip to my thighs, lifting me up and tossing my legs around his waist as he pressed me harder against the brick.

He slowly slid his hands around to my ass, copping a feel, before pulling away suddenly and glaring down.

"what's in your pocket?" He questions.

Shit, I think.

The letter.

"Oh, it's just the letter Fred wrote to me this morning." I say.

I quickly wrap my arms around his neck again, pulling him back into a kiss as a way to guide the conversation away from the letter.

He pulls back away, smiling.

"What did he say to you by the way? I've been wondering" He asks.

"Does it matter?" I question back.

He lowers his eyebrows and leans back.

"Why are you being so secretive about it?" He asks, a serious tone now in his voice.

"I'm not, I just didn't think it was important. At least not right now." I respond.

He gently drops me back down to the floor, taking a step away from me.

"I know you're hiding something, I can feel it. That whole thing with Angelina has been pressing on me all day."

I grab his hand into mine.

"That was just dumb girl stuff, please...just trust me." I plead.

"Girl stuff over what? Why did my brother's girlfriend slap my girlfriend? What was the reason?" He asks.

I shake my head, not saying anything.

George brings his thumb to his lip, clearly debating with himself on what he's going to say next.

"Did you cheat on me with my brother?" He suddenly asks.

My stomach turns over at his words, and I step backward in shock.

"What?" I question.

"I just..I need you to tell me the truth Callie. Please" He begs.

My heart twists at his words, a gut wrenching feeling entering my stomach as he spoke.

"You really think I'd do that to you?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"No, I don't. But I don't know what to believe anymore.... not with all this secret keeping that's going on. Something is wrong, you can talk to me." He states.

"When have I ever kept anything from you?!" I question angrily.

"Well for starters, you didn't tell me when you even starting seeing Fred." He begins.
"And now, you get a letter from him that makes Angelina run out crying?"

"What am I supposed to think Cal?"

I choke back tears as I try to stand my ground.

" You're supposed to trust me-" I begin.

"Then show me the letter." He interrupts.

Tears begin to fall slowly down my face.

"George-"

"Let me read the damn letter Callie!" He yells.

...

"I can't" I whisper through my tears.

George takes a few steps back, bringing his hand back up to his mouth, covering his frown.

"You either let me read the letter, or we're done." He states firmly.

I throw my hand up.

"What, so if I don't let you read it you're gonna break up with me?" I spit.

He nods.

"I just need to know. You're the one keeping secrets here." He says.

"George" I begin.

"You don't understand why I don't want you to read it. It's better if you-"

"we're done." He interrupts.
"I can't do this. Not when you won't tell me the truth."

I look up to him, tears covering my face.
His eyes were also filled with tears, and he began staggering his breaths trying to hold back sobs.

"So that's it?" I question.
"After everything? Over a stupid letter?"

He nods.

"Yea. That's it."

He quickly turns away, walking back around the building and disappearing from my view.

I slowly press my back up against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

I begin to sob, my heart aching inside of my chest.

This damn letter.

It's ruined everything.

I think only of George in the moment, thinking back to everything we had gone through up until now.

I slide down the wall, engulfing myself in the happy memories of him loving me, before this damn letter screwed everything up.

I just lost George.

And now, I truly felt as if the entire world had just been turned upside down.