Robin:
I purposely bump into Finney while walking by him. "What's your problem?!" He shouts, turning around. I face him. "You're my problem, Finney Blake," I respond, pushing his shoulder before walking off.
I hear him loudly scoff, stomping off in the opposite direction.
—•—•—
"Hey Vance," I greet, sitting down next to him. "Hey," he sighs, clinging onto his boyfriend, Bruce.
"You and Finney are friends, right?" Bruce asks. "Not really," I reply. "Well, he's been pissed off all day," he says, gently stroking Vance.
"Why aren't you guys friends anymore?" Bruce asks. "Oh- uhm- He did something that made me mad. Haven't really talked to him since," I shrug.
—•—•—
"Hey," Finney greets. "Hi," I respond, a small smile tugging on my lips. "I need to tell you something," he responds. "What is it?" I ask. "I can't tell you here. Follow me," he says, his face turning a bright red. "Okay?" I sigh, "I have nothing to do anyways."
He drags me outside. "You promise you won't hate me?" He asks, placing his hand in mine. "I promise, Finn, I could never hate you," I tell him, intertwining our hands.
He says something, but I can't hear him. "What was that?" I ask, curious. "I like you," he says, looking me dead in the eyes. "I like you too," I smile.
"I knew it!" Some guy says from behind us. "Robins a f@g!"
I look at him, mad. "I promise I didn't-," he starts. "No, don't talk to me," I say, as I storm off.
—•—•—
"You should," he sighs. "Should what?" I ask. "Talk to him, dipshit," Vance cuts in.
