Cinderella in Reverse

Seven - Denial

Holy pretzel I kissed Finn Callahan. Haha, FINNEGAN Callahan!

But, UGH! I wish I gave back his hoodie sooner – that way he would never have found my damn diary and that damn page! Even more, I wish I never had a crush on that damn egotistical, arrogant, pompous arse! I wish I never met him!

But that kiss...It meant everything to me, but it meant nothing to him. I had so many mixed emotions about it, because it was the best and worst kiss I'd ever had, all at the same time. Even if it was a setup. Even if it was to protect Finn's reputation.

Argh!

That was the last straw. It was the last time I would let Finn Callahan walk over me and use me like that, because I hated him. I hated him with all my life that when he died, I would set fire to his grave. Okay, maybe that was a little harsh.

I cried myself to sleep that night, tossing and turning, and just blubbering in general. I was a mess. All over a stupid kiss with a stupid, annoying, gorgeo-

I really needed a distraction. To get away from the cliché-ness of the whole situation and to get away from him. The name itself just drove me insane.

The next day I called up Vienna, after I had a morning shower, to wash away the dried tears and the ruined makeup I wore the previous night.

"Hey Vi, is it okay if I stayed at your house?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure! From what I can tell, Tori says it's okay." She replied. "What's up?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get there," I spoke softly.

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After packing my bag and changing into a casual dress, I walked towards the front door. But I crashed into a hard chest before I could make it out of my bedroom.

"Going somewhere?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know, I'm starting to think you're some axe murderer, because that's what they all say," I retorted. "Besides, it's none of your business."

Finn smirked. "So you're like, running away or something?"

I frowned. "No, I'm going to Tori and Vienna's house. Now leave me alone." I said, trying to push past him.

Much to my dismay, he didn't. "To gossip about me?" he winked.

I flipped my hair in an attempt to look dramatic and dominant. "You're not worth gossiping about, Finnegan." I sneered.

"Oh really?" he raised an eyebrow. "So the conversation you were having to yourself last night wasn't about me?"

I glared and stormed off, successfully managing to get past his annoyingly broad frame. Argh!