hate|rinney|TBP

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A/N: ima upload all 3 of my books today, yall are getting fed 🤭

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"Finney calm down." Bruce says from the phone. Finney groans, "Why did this have to happen to me? I'm literally only 20 minutes away from campus." He says.

"Maybe you're cursed." Bruce says, laughing. "Not funny. My car has never broke down or anything before, and now it wants to." Finney shouts out, frustrated.

"Finney chill. What even is the problem?" Bruce asks. "The fucking tire popped from a stupid ass nail on the road." Finney spits out.

"Well, atleast the car didn't break down, like you said it did." Bruce says, rolling his eyes.

"It basically did. I don't have a spare tire either." Finney says, slamming his forehead onto the steering wheel.

"Shit. I'll send you the number of the automotive place Vance goes too. They have towing services, real fancy." Bruce says, trying to relieve Finney.

"Yeah, please do that. Thank you for the help by the way, love ya." Finney says, hanging up before Bruce can reply.

He groans, but quickly opens the message Bruce sent him with the number of the place. He takes a few moments to compose himself, before calling the number.

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"Thank you." Finney says, as the tower drops his car off where it's supposed to be at the automotive place. The man grunts in response, getting back into the truck.

"Never mind, asshole." Finney mumbles. He looks around, trying to find someone in the shop. He spots someone working under a car, and he walks over to them.

"Hey, uh, my car just got dropped off here. My tire popped, can someone come help please?" Finney asks the person.

He hears the person let out an annoyed sigh, and they roll out from underneath the car.

"Finney fucking Blake." The person laughs out, standing up and wiping his hands with a towel.

"Robin?!" Finney partly shouts out. He never thought he would see the other man again in his life. He thought wrong.

"One and only." Robin says, smirking at him. "I'll help you out with your tire, it'll only take a few." Robin says, walking towards Finneys car.

Finney stand there, still in shock, before speed walking to catch up with the man.

After a minute of silence, Finney breaks it. "So, uh, do you go to school around here?" He asks, leaning against his car.

"Yup, Oakland." Robin reply's, placing the old popped tire beside him. Finney chokes on his spit.

"Oh. I go there too." Finney says, mind going insane.

Robin chokes on his spit this time, pausing what he was doing. "Oh. Isn't that just lovely?" He asks, snorting in annoyance.

"Yeah.." Finney says, fake laughing. They remain in silence, both shocked and annoyed to speak to the other.

A few minutes later, Robin finishes. He takes the towel off from where it was on his shoulder, wiping his hands.

They both awkwardly stand there for a minute. "Uh, follow me. I'll show you where to pay." Robin says, motioning for Finney to follow him.

Finney nods, following him.

After he's done paying, he stand there, staring at Robin. "What?" Robin asks, cocking an eyebrow up. Finney clears his throat, "Uh, nothing. Thanks for you know.." Finney says, playing with his fingers.

"Yeah, it's kind of my job. Have to do it even if I hate you." Robin admits, shrugging his shoulders.

Finney swallows a lump in his throat. "Yeah." Is all he says, before he basically sprints out of there. When he gets in his car, he quickly drives off, wanting to get to his dorm as soon as possible.

His friends are going to love hearing about this.

may have mistakes.