Step-Sibling Rivalry (Finn Wolfhard x Reader)

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜

First day back to school...
For me at least.

Oh boy...

Haven't seen Finn since he called my name out the door...
Kind of concerned as I've never seen him leave
his room.
When we'd have dinner together, mom or dad would always
say that he'd already eaten ahead.
Oh Finn...

" Y/n, honey? "
My mom was in the kitchen by the counter brewing up her morning coffee.
" Yes, mom? "
I answer her.
" You riding with your brother? Is he up? "
She says while she grabbed some bread out of the fridge.
I was hoping she wouldn't ask that...
I tried my absolute best not to ride with Finn today.
Shit would just all go to well...
Shit.
" No- I- I'm not. I'm riding with Brand. 
And no, I don't know if he's up.
He probably left early... "
I answer as I felt my heart palpitating out of my chest.
" Okay, well will you check up on him?
I'm worried, you kids haven't spoken much over the past 2 days since
your Father and I have arrived. "
And just before I could answer her, a horn of mercy honked loudly outside.
There couldn't be any better timing.
" Gotta go mom! Brand's outside! "
Rushing out of the house, quickly slipping on my shoes.
" Check on your brother! "
Were the last words I heard before shutting the front door.
I took a deep breathe in and out, watching the fog come out of my mouth.
It was still snowing, well, more like flurries.
" Thanks for picking me up, Brand. "
I tell him, shutting the car door.
" Pftt, don't thank me.
Thank my awesome drivers license I got over the break. "
Brand brags, pulling out his awfully pictured I.D.
" Right, right... "
I say rolling my eyes, putting on some shades while my best friend stepped on the gas.
I look to my right, seeing the empty garage, no sight of Finn's car.

Guess I was right?

" You have no idea how glad I am now that you're back in school, Y/n! "
Brand excitingly jumps the moment we've walked through the buildings doors.
I chuckle pulling my backpack up.
" What about Thomas? Anthony?
And what's his name again? "
I say snapping my fingers trying to recall Brand's friends I met over at that Ramen place...
" Nicholas? "
He paused, sending a smirk.
" Brand, you know how I get with- "
" Right. Right. Sorry... "
Brand apologized opening his locker when it suddenly slammed,
almost smashing his face in between.
Thankfully he had moved back just before...
" Fuckin' dumbass. "
" You saw that, right? "
It was one of the popular kids, Lyle and his snobby friends.
Finn would hangout with them before. Which wasn't ideal at the time.
God I hope he doesn't start acting that way again.
Then my attention reverted back to my best friend.
" Holy shit? Are- Are you okay? "
I ask him, but I just saw him keep his focus on the guys.
" Yeah. I'm fine.
Let's just get to class. "
Brand shrugged his shoulders, finally getting the chance
to take his books out peacefully.
I nodded, the both of us making our way to, History?
Pushing through the doors, the room filled with voices of students laughing,
gossiping, and talking over each other.
Great. We're back this whole fuckin' routine...
The classroom louder than ever, until Mr. Sanderson had walked in.
" Good morning class! Alright, alright!
Settle down!
Now I see a few familiar faces back in here? "
The man all dressed up in a brown suit, suspenders, a shiny brown belt,
and his hair slicked back with too much gel.
His eyes gazing around the classroom., until it met mine.
Shit.
" Aaahh! I see Ms. Steele is back from her vacation with her family.
" Is that really necessary to bring up? "
I scoot closer to Brand, while he sends me an
' I don't know? ' kind of look.
" Y/n? "
Mr. Sanderson spoke.
" Yes? "
Snapping out of it, I answer him.
" Glad to have you and your brother back.
Now, going back to our topic last week about- "
His voice kind of faded into my head once 'Finn's' name was mentioned.
Is he in the same class as me?
I nonchalantly look back and there he was.
Sat in the the very back row.
How could I have not noticed???
His dark eyes keeping it's gaze on me.
He didn't look well either. The bags under his eyes were deeper, maybe even purple?
His jawline more defined, and his chapped lips over his pale cheeks.
I felt terrible...
How am I able to focus if stuff like this keeps happening???
Both of us keeping eye-contact, till I managed to look away and pay attention to what
Mr. Sanderson was explaining over the chalkboard.



~ Hours Later ~