Detention *( RINNEY )*

Charlie Chapter 22

( Does anyone else just feel a good empty feeling when listening to this guy?)

( Robin's POV )

I urgently continued kissing Finney my arms going to remove his top before I gasped.

Another fucking dream! I thought, before crashing back down onto my pillow. My eyes darted between the ceiling and my phone.

Ever since me and Finney split I had really... And I mean really weird dreams... By meaning weird. I mean sex dreams. I had one before we started dating and I haven't stopped having them since the week after we broke up.

It was now December the winter ball only a couple of weeks ago. School was off and I was planning  a big new years party.

The winter ball was bad... Finney and Sam went as "friends" I went with Jenna. Billy tried asking Finney, but he was too late... I spent half the night just staring at Finney. I eventually left early though.

I guess I was just jealous. People said Finney was being a dumbass... And I couldn't agree more. But they called me an asshole and dick. For almost fucking Jenna, and turns out Griffin told me it was a dare We broke up over a dare... A fucking dare. I thought getting out of my bed.

I grabbed my phone checking the time to see it was 8:26. I walked slowly over to my bathroom before taking a quick shower and changing into a Nike shirt and sweat pants. 

I rolled over in my bed for some reason desperate for a nap.I was confused on why I had been so tired considering I just woke up. I closed my eyes drifting off to sleep.

"Robin?" Finney's voice ran through my head slowly. I moaned before wrapping a blanket around me. "ROBIN!" My eyes jolted open. I turned seeing Finney standing there.

"What? Wait what... What are you doing here?" I say sitting up. "Have you seriously forgotten?" Finney says walking towards my bed.

As he does so he trips on a shoe causing him to fall on top of me.

"EW! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HARD?!?!" Finney says his hand on my dick. I scrunch up my nose quickly smacking his hand away from my dick. "Dude, I know you're obsessed with me but you don't have to touch it." I say sarcastically.

"Fuck off." Finney says rolling his eyes as he sits on my bed. "But seriously why are you here?" "You texted me late last night asking to talk..." Finney slightly hesitated as he began to speak.

I nod slowly before shifting towards Finney. He gives me a questionable look. "I wanted you to forgive me... I guess I want to apologize... I'm really sorry, and I know sorry doesn't fix everything but right now that's all I can offer." I say looking down.

Finney nods slowly before turning away to view my room. He then spotted a trash can filled with tissues. "What, you have a stuffy nose?" Finney says gesturing to the trash can. My eyes grew wide, and my face began to heat up but I looked away.

"Yeah, kinda bad, probably just allergies. "...Oh..." Finney says looking at me. My face only turns redder as his gaze lands on a lotion bottle.

"Wow, okay..." Finney glances at the bed seeing another tissue. "Holly fucking shit!" Finney says getting off my bed. "Okay, look I'll maybe see you later." Before I could respond Finney ran out the door.

"Fuck..." I mumbled letting my head fall into my hand. I glance over to my phone without any notifications. 

I quickly tore my covers off before going downstairs to see Finney talking to my house maid who was hanging up a gold balloon. "Finney? What are you still doing here?" "Why are you chasing me down the stairs?" Finney says crossing his arms.