Finney moved back to denver for college. Moving back also means seeing robin again. Seeing him, but not being able to be with him. He finds himself still drawn to donna, but what about robin? Robin that had sacrificed everything for him.
Then summer break ended in the blink of an eye. Finney spent his last days of summer back in Denver, retreating into the familiarity of his room. He only ventured outside when Bruce and Griffin coaxed him out, desperate for his company. He couldn’t risk running into Robin; that would bring back too many memories, too much pain.
The first day of college loomed large. Finney stood at his locker, mechanically shoving books and supplies inside, his mind elsewhere. As he approached his first class, he hesitated at the door, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread. Donna. The thought of seeing her again after all these years made his stomach churn. He scanned the room, relief washing over him when he didn’t spot her. Maybe she wasn’t in this class. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Finding an empty seat, Finney sat down and placed his bag on the chair next to him. His fingers tapped nervously on the desk, his thoughts swirling around the possibility of Donna walking in at any moment. The room filled up, and the professor began the class. Finney’s anxiety started to ebb; Donna was never late. He let out a sigh, his body relaxing into the chair.
But then, the door creaked open. Every head in the room turned, including the professor's.
Robin walked into the classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. He had hoped the first day would be smooth, that he’d blend in and start fresh. But as soon as he saw Finney, his heart skipped a beat. Finney Blake, of all people, was the last person he expected to see.
“First day of college, and you’re already late, Mr..?”
“Arellano,” the man replied. It was Robin.
Finney’s heart sank. Robin Arellano. Memories flooded back—memories he’d tried so hard to bury. The calm he’d felt moments ago vanished, replaced by a gnawing anxiety. Robin’s presence brought it all back
Finney’s eyes darted to the empty seat next to him. In a panic, he dropped his bag onto the chair, hoping the professor wouldn’t make Robin sit there.
“Mr. Blake, is that seat taken?” the professor asked, pointing directly at the seat beside Finney.
Fucking shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Finney’s mind raced. Robin’s piercing gaze felt like a spotlight, amplifying his guilt and fear. Should he lie? Admit the seat was free and face the awkwardness head-on?
He looked up at the professor, took a deep breath, and said, “Yes.” The lie tasted bitter on his tongue. He glanced at Robin, catching his eye for a split second before looking away, the guilt gnawing at him.
When the professor pointed to the seat next to Finney, Robin felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this was a chance to feel the presence of him, even if they probably won't talk, finney's presence would be more than enough. But then he saw Finney’s panicked expression, saw him hurriedly place his bag on the chair, and heard him lie about the seat being taken
Robin stood there, a mix of confusion and hurt flashing across his face before he turned and found another seat. This wasn’t how he wanted things to start, but here he was.
As the lecture droned on, Robin couldn’t concentrate. He kept stealing glances at Finney, who seemed equally distracted. Why had Finney lied? Did he really still hold a grudge, or was it something else? Robin clenched his fists under the desk, out of his frustration.
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Robin's pov
First class was finally over, i can finally leave this hell hole. I made my way to the door, shoving people to the side, as i ignore their groans and glares at me. I don't fucking care, bunch of fucking fragiles.
The moment i stepped outside the room, i saw him. I saw someone that i regret seeing. Finney fucking blake. It was all a blur, but i can feel my heart racing at every step i take. I don't know which way should i go, pass him, or the other way around.
Fuck.
I hesitated for a bit, but i took the same path as him. And now, now i am walking behind him. A few steps behind, i know he knows.
His scent never changed, i can smell him from here. He smells like vanilla, sweet vanilla. I missed that scent, i miss sharing the same scent as him. But i can't help but to think of the fact that our last interaction was a fucking fight. I hope he knows that I've forgiven him, that what happened didn't matter, that i wasn't mad. That I wasn't suppose to be mad, that i only ever wanted is him to stay.
And now, there is no turning back. I have to face the consequences, and the fucking punishment, the person whom truly loved, being angry at me. Holding a grudge against me, and hating me.
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A/N
this one is a bit short, hehe sorry💕 I'll make a long one after, promise!
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