Robin: Images on Finney flash through my head. My face heats up.
I hide my hands in my face. "God, why can't I get over him?" I murmur. My phone dings from my pocket.
I check my phone.
Amanda: (Found this picture on Pinterest)
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We're over. I've been cheating on you 🙄
I sigh, I only got with her to try and get over Finney anyways.
I log into Instagram, clicking on Finney's account. Photos of him with Bruce and Griffin litter the page.
I automatically forget about Amanda, and all the other drama. "God, why am I so gay," I sigh, placing my phone on the charger.
I slide my vans on, exiting my house. —•—•— I notice a familiar face sitting on the park bench. "Finney?" I whisper, checking him out from the corner of my eye.
"Robin?" Finney calls, his voice soft and delicate. I look over towards him a fake a bitter face. Its hard to hide my dorky grin.
"What do you want?" I ask, bitterly. He runs up to me. "If I tell you, you can't run away," he explains. "I won't?" I whisper, fiddling with my hands. I was dying to feel his warmth beneath me.
"I want to know why you said you loved me," he answers. "When?" I ask, my face heating up. I know when. "Earlier. When you were explaining why you hate me," he says.
"I don't know what you mean," I nervously chuckle. "Yes you do," he sighs, placing his hand in mine.
My face heats up and my hands turn sweaty.
"Why are you dating Amanda?" He asks. "I'm not, broke up earlier today," I recount, looking away. "Oh- sorry," he says, gently caressing my hand.
