Cinderella in Reverse

Twenty Six - We're All Liars

"Finn, please turn on the light."

"Go. To. Sleep. Sophia."

It was incredibly hard for me to. The bed we shared wasn't big enough for the both of us, thanks to Finn's massive shoulders. He was far too close and it wasn't okay. Especially since we had a...a past.

I could feel his hand on the hem of the hoodie and my breath quickened.

"Buttercup, calm down. Your heart beat's too loud." Finn mumbled from the other side of the bed. We had agreed to face away from each other to avoid...awkwardness.

"Well what do you want ME to do about it? I can't control the VOLUME of my damn heartbeats!" I retorted.

"Ugh, just shut up."

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"Don't be sorry, I don't blame you." The sheets rustled and Finn moved closer towards me. I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. "A lot can happen in one night."

I thank all the lords in the world for the lights being off in this present time.

My face burned as he continued with his sultry, husky voice. "I mean, two college kids, one bed, empty apartment...stuff can happen." I gasped as his thumb stroked my lips slowly and tenderly. How he managed to find them - I will never know. Besides, my resolve was crumbling fast. Heck, it was destroyed the moment I MET Finn Callahan.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain some kind of self-control. "No."

Then Finn started laughing. Like, actually wheezing.

"God, Buttercup. You're so serious. I'm not actually going to do anything to you."

Stupid tease. I humph-ed angrily and stared at the dark ceiling. Finn always either made me want to be with him or make me want to throw a chair at him, and in this case, it was definitely the latter.

So I decided to turn the tables. I turned to face Finn and rested my hand on his shoulder.

"You're right," I said softly. "You have a very open chance here. Any man would have happily taken it, yet here you are teasing me." Finn stiffened and I could tell he wasn't impressed. "Could it be, that you don't have either the courage or the experience to actually do anything? Could it be that I'm not the only one who's scared right now?"

He flinched, but refused to do anything.

"I don't think you're as cool as people say, Finnegan." I spat. "Most men would happily have a woman in their bed, yet you just lay here." I leaned closer towards him and whispered, in mock-question, "Could it be that you're...gay?"

Finn's self-control snapped at my remark and he quickly flipped over and hovered above me, pinning my arms by my side. He leaned closer and closer and I felt my breath quicken as his lips attached itself onto my neck, showering kisses almost as if we were lovers. What a little jerk!

"Sophia," he said huskily. "I'm 100% straight and you know that. Maybe it's you who isn't woman enough. So game on, Buttercup. Because I'm going to win."

Finn leaned in towards me and tried to kiss my neck again but I slapped him before he could try. This was not going to end well. Nothing really did, when Finn was involved. I couldn't let him creep back into my life like this!

"You pervert!" I yelled. "Stop doing these things to me! Why do you like doing this!?" Finn slumped back down onto his side of the bed and sighed. "Sometimes you're a cold-hearted dickhead, calling me stupid and bratty. And then you're on top of me, k-kissing me, t-teasing me, and making me t-think these 'things'."

My comment was met with silence. It was honestly like talking to a rock - embarrassing, stupid and with no purpose.

"I never try to stop you anymore because you tighten your hold on me whenever I do, and I just..." I trailed off, blinking away the tears in my eyes. I didn't need this misery. I didn't deserve it. "Austin would never harass me like this. He's kind to me, and caring, and...everything you're not!"

"And yet he hasn't even gotten any further than a cheek kiss." He retorted.

"I'd rather that than a meaningless kiss from the likes of you!" I spat back.

I turned to face my pillow in anger, screaming into the cotton pillow. Finn Callahan really was a heartless, infuriating prick.

"You're lying." He said suddenly. I turned to face the ceiling again and rolled my eyes. "I think that a kiss from me, means a lot more to you than a 'cheek kiss' from that guy."

"HE. HAS. A. NAME." I sneered, turning back around to glare at him in the dark. "And you're completely wrong. You just feel threatened by Austin."

Finn scoffed. "Threatened by that loser? Wrong. You're in love with me, and you shouldn't try to deny it."

I drew a short laugh. "I used to give you all my time and attention, and you feel threatened by Austin because now I give it all to him. I'm not interested in you anymore."

"Really?"

"Did I stutter?" I scoffed. It was time to leave this stupid past behind.

Finn leaned closer towards me and whispered ever so softly, just an inch away from my face. "Then I guess this will render meaningless."

And his lips managed to find mine once again. My eyes widened and I froze, like I was colder than the weather outside. He started to kiss my neck again, down the top of my chest, going lower and lower. I couldn't protest - my skin ignited at his touch.

"Did he give you that kind of reaction, Buttercup? Did he kiss you like I do?" Finn started to toy with the hem of my sweater and nibbled on my ear seductively.

"F-Finn," I groaned. What am I supposed to do? If I tell him the right answer, he'll continue. If I tell him the right answer, he'll stop. But that's REALLY embarrassing...

His hands brushed the edge of my sweatpants, or rather his sweatpants and I gasped. "I won't stop until you tell me," he said, running his thumb along my lip. "You can stop me at any second."

Can't. Breathe. My face = beet red.

"N-no." I gulped. "He didn't." At least he can't see my blushing face.

Finn decided that this was the perfect time to arrogantly joke around. "I'm sorry, what was that?"

At least he's stopped teas-OH MY FLIPS! Finn's lips slammed onto mine and my rational thinking flew out the window.

Or so I thought. I quickly realised the situation we were in and slapped him again, in defence. "You said you would stop!" I protested.

"Well you said you were over me," he countered, inhaling and exhaling deep breaths, lips swollen and fire in his eyes, ever so visible in the darkness of the room. "So I guess we're all liars tonight."

A/N: holy-dooly :O :O what just happened guys?!?!?!!? were you expecting something like this to happen? What's next in store for Sophia and Finn?

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