tw: mentions of s/h and graphic descriptions of s/h and vomit, please proceed with caution!!! if this is triggering to you, please feel free to sit out this chapter!!!
When Finch and Ciboulette reach the group, there's a very obvious energy missing.
Glueboy isn't there.
"Ah, hello everyone. Where's Glueboy?"
"Not sure. He's been avoiding me all day. He's an odd fellow, that one." Mario says. Helpful.
"Very helpful, Mario." Ciboulette says, rolling her eyes. Mario just cackles as she seats herself next to Veronica. How long will it take them to realize. Christ, they're hard to watch.
Finch stays standing. "And no one's going to look for him?"
Mario scoffs. "He doesn't want to talk to me, I respect that, man. Not gonna push it. I think he could kill me if I pissed him off too much."
"Using your brains for once, hm?" Finch teases. Mario flushes a light red, looking away. Finch turns away before their own cheeks can flush. He's such an idiot.
"C'mon, Finch. You didn't show up yesterday, either. You'd be a hypocrite to be upset for him not being here." Emothy says. Finch's head snaps towards them. Everyone's jaws drop. Matt lets out an "oooo".
"Excuse you?"
"Emothy, leave it." Veronica says, a warning tone lacing her words. Emothy laughs bitterly.
"They left us and yelled at Ciboulette! I think I have the right to be upset!" She retorts, eyes filled to the brim with a partially angry passion.
"I mean, they have-" Matt starts, before Finch cuts them off. Their throat is closing up slightly, the start of tears forming in their eyes.
"You told them?" They manage to squeak out, voice broken and shaky. They're looking at Ciboulette, hands clenched around the fabric of their pants. Dear Lord, they probably look like a mess.
"Finch, I-" She starts, moving to stand up.
"No, no, don't worry about it. Please. It's fine." It's very obviously not fine. "I'm going to go look for Glueboy."
No one says anything. They nod, before turning and descending to the second floor from their spot in the stairwell.
As they walk towards where they know Glueboy will be, there's an itch in their fingers. An itch to pick up a razor blade and slice through their skin. Again.
They've tried. They've tried to hard to quit but it's just so hard. It's an addiction, and they can feel the need beneath their skin. Every time anything goes wrong, it's their reaction. Their fingers itch and their skin buzzes with the need to feel the pain, even if just for a moment.
They know they'll regret it later.
As they pass the girl's bathroom, they supress the urge to pull out the blade right then and there.
No.
It wouldn't be okay for a Marquess to do.
No.
This is about Glueboy.
They can't just leave him all on his own at lunch to be upset while everyone else has fun.
It wouldn't be fair.
It's not fair for him to leave them, either, but perhaps he needs it.
Then again. He left and now Finch is upset, and they're mad at Emothy and Matt, and maybe they're a little mad at Glueboy and-
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a finch with a broken wing
Fanfictionfinch, marquess of stanleyshire, and their uphill battle to normalcy. a spin-off of "fake it til' you make it" by iheartchrisevans69