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CHERRY WATCHED HER TV SCREEN MOVE BETWEEN FRAMES!
She was trying to pay attention, she really was, but her mind lingered on Finney. Her bedroom was uncomfortably cold.
She'd been begging her father for a week straight to let her go back to school.
He refused to give in, rambling about the danger she was in and her lack of fear at the situation she was in.
How could someone care so little about themselves?
He knew she didn't care about the education part of it all. It was the boy she wanted to see, the one who'd hidden beneath the table like they'd been whispering secrets.
How did she not see it? Was she so blinded by the flutter in her chest that she forgot that with no heart, she could no longer feel that?
Cherry felt overwhelmed by Finney whenever she was around him.
She admired him like she'd never seen a man in her entire life. His lips were the softest thing she'd ever touched. She needed more.
She couldn't get enough of him or stop the way her eyes lingered on him. Her mind spun and his heart raced.
Finney didn't know how to express that he felt the same way without coming off as desperate, but that was what he was.
Nothing else mattered to him or even existed as far as he was concerned.
Beautiful wasn't a good enough word. If he had to pick between a glimpse of her and oxygen, he'd pick her every time.
Sometimes he'd get so caught up in the moment he'd forget that he was mid-conversation.
The rational part of his brain screamed at him to just get away, to leave her, but the rest of him was pushing her forward.
Finney had been doing his absolute best to stay away, yet couldn't resist the urge to continue messaging her.
Could they survive off a technicality?
Cherry was snapped out of her trance when she heard a rock hit her window. She didn't bother to shut off the movie, just pushed herself from beneath her covers and approached the window.
She peered down through the glass and got a glimpse of dark, curly hair. She narrowed her eyes and pulled her phone out.
She dialed the first number and the boy on the other end answered after the first ring.
Finney glanced at the alarm clock at the side of his bed. It was the middle of the night, what could she possibly need?
"Finney, you're not funny," Cherry informed, peeling her curtain further to get a better view.
