Finn (bxb)

42. Strong Man Ryan

I sighed, slightly irritated as the beads of sweat rolled down my neck. The weather here was so unpredictable, it was chilly one day and boiling hot the next.

I tapped my foot impatiently and checked the time. I was out with Ryan, who was in his cheesy loverboy era. He'd dragged me out with him to get Jenny something for their one month anniversary.

Doesn't the word anniversary mean once a year? How the hell can a one month anniversary exist?

I was waiting outside while he was checking out, but he was taking way too long. I couldn't wait to go on that trip with Finn, it was only a few days away.

I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts because the person ahead of me seemed oddly familiar. What's with that hair?

Oh. Oh no, it was Ben. Ben the bitch. I turned around quickly to avoid interaction, but I was too late. It seemed he'd spotted me already.

"Sebastian?"

I gritted my teeth and faced him. "What?"

He walked closer, and I took a step back. The sight of his face made me want to throw up.

He stopped and gave me an intense look.

"Look, I couldn't care less about Finn. But I just felt like I had to warn you-"

I snorted. "Fuck off, Ben."

He looked so sincere, I would've almost believed it if I didn't know him.

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Sebastian, you don't get it. Okay fine, I was an asshole for provoking him the other day, but you need to know."

Before I could get a word in, he continued his bullshit.

"Finn only chases someone if someone else already wants them. He has no interest in you as a person, he was only interested after he saw that I was trying to get with you."

I took a deep breath, as much as I wanted to punch his stupid face, I didn't want to risk busting my knuckles open.

Ben groaned and walked closer, grabbing my shoulders, his eyes wide and angry.

"Why don't you fucking believe me? It's happened before and it'll happen again, he only wants things that aren't his!"

I pushed him with enough force to make him stumble a few steps back. He looked at me, pissed off. He shoved me back, and it wasn't hard enough to actually cause any damage.

But I was standing on the edge.

And so I tripped. And twisted my ankle at a weird angle, yelling out a I hit the ground.

I groaned and lifted my head to see Ryan walk out with a smile on his face, which dissapeared the moment he saw us. Talk about timing.

I realised how this looked to him. Ben was standing over me, while I was sprawled out on the ground, the both of us looking like we wanted to rip each other's heads off.

His eye twitched, before he stormed over to Ben. My jaw dropped as Ryan pulled his arm back before landing a punch right on his face with full force.

"Holy shit." I whispered out, as Ben stumbled backwards, cradling his jaw. 

"What the fuck, man?"

I don't think I'd ever seen Ryan look that angry before. He scowled, before grabbing Ben's shirt and punching him again.

"You just can't leave them alone, can you? Fucking loser."

Ben came to his senses and tried to swing back, but he was no match for Ryan. It was today that I realised just how strong those damn football players are.

"Hey, Ryan! It's not what it looks like- you know what, let's just go!" I yelled out as I noticed a crowd forming, whispering amongst themselves. I didn't want any of us to get into any legal trouble.

Luckily, Ryan noticed too, and gave me a short nod. Ben scurried away somewhere amidst this mess.

Ryan held his hand out to help me up, and as I tried to put my weight on my left foot, a spark of pain shot up my leg.

I hissed in pain and a look of concern spread over his face. He shook his head. "This won't do."

In one swift movement, he bent down, snaking his arm under my knees, the other supporting my back as he hoisted me up.

I whisper-yelled, slightly mortified. "What are you doing?!"

He grinned. "Finn would kill me if I made you walk in that state."

I was so embarassed, but I wasn't looking forward to hopping around on one foot either. So I kept my mouth shut, staring at his arms.

Damn, he had nice muscles. I looked down at my arms, sighing. I wanted to be all gangster and haul someone up just like that. I should probably start working out.

Nah.

Ryan placed me on his motorbike, humming under his breath as he scrolled through his contacts.

He looked at me, chewing his lips as he dialled Finn's number. He picked up a few moments later.

Although I couldn't hear Finn's side of the conversation, I had a pretty good guess what his reaction was.

"Hey, Finn. Your boy over here fell over and might've sprained his ankle."

He cringed and held the phone away from his ear. He mouthed to me, "You tell him about Ben, I don't wanna die."

I covered my mouth and laughed slightly. Ryan offered to take me to a doctor or drop me home, but Finn was adamant on coming to get me.

Ryan apologized profusely even though it wasn't his fault. He felt guilty for ever being friends with Ben in the first place.

We waited for a few minutes till Finn pulled up. He stopped his bike the instant he spotted us and ran over, his eyes darting around in worry.

He grabbed my shoulders, eyes running over me, scanning me from head to toe.

I grabbed his face and squashed his cheeks together. "Hey, hey. I'm alright."

He sighed, before bending down to take a look at my ankle.

"It doesn't look broken, hopefully just a sprain. But we should get it looked at just in case."

He carried me over to his bike. I peeked out over Finn's shoulder and waved a bye at Ryan.

He waved back and mouthed "Ben. Talk."

Oh. That's a conversation I needed to have.

I was wondering how to bring it up even as we sat in the clinic's waiting room.

I was twiddling my thumbs, and Finn noticed my anxiety. He placed an arm around me and gave me a tender look.

"What's wrong, baby? Does it hurt a lot?"

I shook my head. "It's not that, um..."

He gave my shoulder a comforting squeeze, waiting.

"I ran into Ben."

Finn's expression changed almost instantly. I could see the thoughts speeding through his head.

"Did he hurt you?"

I shook my head furiously. "No, not exactly. He got too close so I kinda shoved him, so he shoved me back, but it wasn't really his fault-"

He had a murderous glare on his face. "He did WHAT?"

I cringed slightly. "No, no. I wouldn't have fallen down, but I was on the edge of the curb and-"

He held my face in his hands, his eyes set in a narrow gaze, he looked absolutely furious.

"He dared to lay his hands on you?"