Irresistible~Bobby Finstock

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"I can go to school Bobby!" I exclaimed, Bobby scoffing and walking back into the bedroom—his hair now styled up in its usual up-do.

"After last night." Bobby rolled his eyes and walked back into the bathroom, "no fucking way." This time it was my turn to scoff.

"Robert Finstock, I'm perfectly fine!" I screamed, Bobby rushing out into the room again to glare at me.

"Don't call me Robert, McCall."

I giggled lightly, the man smirking and then scoffing. He flipped onto the bed, hugging my legs tightly.

"Sorry, Bobby." The man hummed and sat up and placed a peck on my forehead.

"Please stay here, call me if you need, but please just rest." It was clear that Bobby was brought to the point of begging and I felt bad, my heart began to race with guilt.

"Okay."

Bobby grinned and kissed my head.

"I'm coming to practice, though!"

I heard a shout of agreement from downstairs and chuckled to myself.

«~~^>^~~»

Four hours, it had been four hours of absolute boredom and I'd had enough. Pulling out my phone, I found Bobby's contact and rang it—hoping that he'd answer even if he was in class.

"Uh...Hello?" That wasn't Bobby. That was Stiles. Why the fuck does Stile's have Bobby's phone. Quickly, I hung up and ran downstairs—needing to tell Bobby that his phone wasn't in his office or pocket anymore.

«~~^>^~~»

Out of breath, I knocked on the Coach's office door with murderous intent. Stile's Stilinski had his phone and I knew for a fact there were photos of us on it.

He opened it with just as much murderous intent, only to soften when he saw me.

"McCall, what are you—" I held up my hand to stop him.

"Stilinski has your phone." With that I walked into his office and sat myself down in his chair. I watched as he almost sprinted out of the room, to find said boy.