"Damn, who's she?" .... "you either wanna be with me or be me" ...
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... (underage drinking)
I arrive at the party about 10 minutes late. The music was thumping and there were cars parked up and down the side of the street. "here goes nothing." I whispered to myself and turned my car off. I ran up to the door and slowly opening it, I peeked my head into the door and saw everyone staring at me.
(Finns pov)
some girl in a shiny dress opened the door, she was pretty and had y/e/c orbs and an amazing figure. "damn, who's she?" I whispered to Quincy.
"dude, she's y/n l/n" he smirks, "she's from Paris and she's 17, that's her sister" Quincy leaned his head in y/n's sister's direction. She was wearing a blue dress that looked like my grandma would wear, nope my grandma wouldn't even wear it.
"Why doesn't she look as pretty as y/n?" I asked as Quincy snickered at my joke.
"dude, she's such an ass to y/n." he sighed. "here she comes" Quincy smirked. "hey y/n!" he hugged her as I stepped back. what do I say? okay. play it cool Finn.
"hi Quincy!" she said in a french accent. "who's this?" she smirks, holy fuck. what does that mean?
"This is the dude Finn I was telling you about." Quincy nudged my shoulder and smirked at me.
"Nice to meet you, Finn, I'm y/n" she held her hand out so I could shake it. okay here's your chance Finn. I grabbed her hand and gently kissed it.
"nice to meet you as well," I smirked and bit my lip. she smiled in response
"well, I must be off. bye, Micheal Jackson." she smiles and walks towards her sister as Quincy bursts out into laughter.
"bro! you had a boner!" he snickered and started laughing again.
"shut up, stop being weird. do you think she noticed?" I asked. I mean I hope not.
"definitely not, and if she did she wouldn't care. it's natural and completely normal." Quincy smiled heroically.
"Okay, sex-ed teacher." I laugh.
"stop being a bitch about everything! I don't care if he likes you or not, he's mine!" y/n's sister pulls y/n's ear and yells into it.
"it's not my fault he doesn't like you." y/n said calmly and pushed her sister off of her. "he would like you if you weren't an annoying brat," y/n added on. she's bad.
"bitch!" y/n's sister slapped her. "do you want to fight?" she growled.
"only if you're paying me." y/n smirked as her sister rolled her eyes. "I thought so." she shoved her sister onto the ground and walked into the kitchen. I heard guys whistling and clapping which made me just a little jealous.
