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FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE WEEK, FINNEY AVOIDED CHERRY!
He'd taken it upon himself to create the distance that she refused. He'd gone as far as requesting for his seat to be changed.
Now he sat beside Donna. It wasn't like Cherry could blame him. She was safe.
Finney wasn't trying to hurt her, he really wasn't. The more time he spent with her, the more danger she was in. He was not risking his life, he was risking hers.
Max and Chase had both narrowed their eyes at the development.
Vivienne had internally cheered but kept her composure. Kemani could tell she was excited anyway, though.
The red-haired girl didn't say anything about these changes. She didn't want to approach him and make herself look stupid. She tried to focus on her tests, but even the learning methods he'd taught her were haunting her.
Mia and Vance also noticed the distance. Mia tried to create every excuse under the sun for the odd behavior while Vance basked in his disappearance.
People were growing more concerned with the distance. Some were even beginning to pin the weird activity around town on Finney, despite layers of evidence that made it impossible for that to be true.
How could Finney be the one who broke into her house when he was there with her?
Unless he was working with someone. That was another popular theory.
Cherry wanted everything to return to normal. For once, she wanted to fade into obscurity. She wanted to go back to the times when she'd sit on her couch while Finney rambled on and on and she ignored him.
Things were so much better before he knew who she was.
She remembered how sometimes her hair would fall in front of her eyes and he'd move the strands so slowly it seemed like he was scared to even touch her.
His eyes would widen and he'd quickly pull his hand back, clearing his throat awkwardly.
I don't care, Cherry had declared every day until she psychically couldn't anymore. Humiliation racked through her being as she texted and hoped that this time he'd answer.
Usually, weed and music were an incredible combination. Not when she was sitting alone and the music in question was Frank Ocean.
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