𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 , finn wolfhard

0.3

"
you
said
something
dumb
again,
she's
mad, —
"

[y/n]

I stared at his hand and thought about what to do. I didn't feel like shaking it so I slowly blinked and altered my gaze up to his face.

I stared at him with a resting bitch face. He blinked, confused. I turned back forward and took a hit of my cigarette.

I pulled out my phone and plugged my headphones into the jack and slipped them over my hair and positioned them comfortably on my ears.

I clicked 'play' on Spotify and closed my eyes listening to the music. I heard some shuffling and I opened my eyes to see this Finn guy laying on the floor in front of me with my lighter and a fucking cigarette between his lips.

I lent my head down and watched through my hair that hung down through my eyes so he couldn't see me looking at him.

'Don't you fucking dare.' I wanted to say but I just watched him, silently grinding my teeth in anger.

He has a death wish.

He pulled down on the lighter trigger and the flame sparked up. As he brought it to the cigarette, he looked at me right in the goddamn eyes.

He knew I was looking at him. But I didn't wanna seem like a whole ass fucking pussy so I held my stare.

I stared him down and he moved his gaze elsewhere. I licked my lips over and sat back.

I was still pissed off at him so I wanted to do something.

A quickly idea shot in my head and I acted on it.

I stood up and stepped over to the Finn guy. I quickly slipped his cigarette from his fingers into mine and my cigarette into his.

"Hey what the fu-"

"Shut up asshole." I retorted.

I took a hit of it and sat back down.

I looked over at him, my cigarette between his chapped lips. He removed it before speaking.

"So you gonna tell me what that was about?"

"Don't take from my packet, get your own." I said slyly.

"I literally just met you, why are being such a little shit?" He questioned.

"Because you were a cunt to me." I said simply.

He huffed.

"Okay if you can switch our cigarettes then I can do this.."

For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me but he just switched our phones so I was listening to his music and vice versa.

I listened for a bit and actually enjoyed it. I took off my headphones.

"Hmm, good. I like it." I said smiling.

"You do? Thanks, I wrote it." He said smoothly.

"You- how the fuck? This is awesome!" I cried.

"Ha thanks. I made it with my friends." He replied.

"What are their names?" I asked.

"Uh okay so I'm singing and playing rhythm guitar, Malcom is playing the drums, Jack is playing the bass plus some vocals and Ayla is playing the lead guitar. She also adds some vocals in too."

"What's the name?"

"Thanks! It's called Calpurnia. Me and Malcom also have a separate band/duo thing called The Aubreys."

"That's fucking amazing. You know, you might not be so bad after all." I said nodding my head.

"I think there's a compliment in there somewhere?"

"Yes and you should be thanking me." I laughed.

This felt great. I hadn't had a genuine conversation like this in forever.

"So, do you guys still make music?" I asked, actually interested.

I saw Finn's face fall slightly.

"Actually no. Well, not for Calpurnia. Jack and Ayla are too far away. Malcom's half an hour away so The Aubreys is still 'up and running' at least."

"Oh. I'm sorry?" It came out more as a question that a statement. My tone of voice caught his attention and he looked at me.

I shot him back a look, raising my eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes and got up.

"Don't roll your eyes at me asshole." I stated.

"Fuck off." He retorted, collecting his phone from me and putting it in his bag, which was on the floor.

"No, asshole." I said with a press on the last word.

"Call me that one more time, I dare you." His eyes brightened in curiosity.

"Asshole." I said, one last time.

"And I actually thought we could be friends." He laughed.

"You're a psycho."

There it is. That word. Every time I hear it, my stomach drops.

I flinched and with a swift movement, I picked up my light and stepped next to Finn.

I flicked the lighter on and the flame spat and shimmered before calming down. I held the lighter close to Finn's face and I saw fear rise in his eyes.

"What did you say?" I asked subtly. "Because you sure as hell don't want to say it again."

[y/n]

"
— at
least
that's
what
they
say
"

A/N — Okay, Y/N is quite a twisted character and she had mood swings by the looks of it. Idk, I literally wrote her and I have no idea what's going on with her.

NOT EDITED