"Okay, I have a good one," I tell Reid as we sit next to each other before classes start, "I thought about it last night,"
"Shoot," he says.
"Knock knock," I start.
"Who's there?"
"Olive," I grin, biting back my laughter.
"Olive who?"
"Olive me, loves olive you," I half-sing before releasing my laughter.
"Oh my god you're so corny," he says, trying not to laugh. I love it when he tries not to laugh so he ends up smiling crookedly and he just looks hot doing it.
I look like a pedophile when I do it, it's unfair.
He glances at the clock at center of the back wall of my class room, "I have to go," he says.
"Alrighty," I say even though my heart was screaming at me to make him stay for a few more minutes.
"Olive you," he grins, pecking a kiss on my cheek before standing up.
"Olive you too," I grin back, winking at him unattractively, before he heads for the door.
As Reid heads out of the room, Finn enters and I thought my heart stopped for a moment.
They don't look at each other but I could see them tensing as they pass by one another.
Finn stood a few inches taller than Reid and I couldn't help but compare the two.
They were completely different people, to sum it up; Finn was more of the bad boy type who doesn't give a damn about anything unless it interested him, including his studies while Reid was more of the mysterious quiet guy that passes all his exams without effort.
"Awkward," Lydia singsongs behind me.
"Good morning to you too, Lyd," I chuckle as she sits in front of me.
"Are we not going to address the fact that your world almost exploded a moment ago when your ex and your boyfriend passed by each other?"
"No," I say, "And my world did not explode because it is so not awkward,"
"Keep telling yourself that," she says, "But you and Finn-"
"Are history," I finish for her.
Lydia only shrugs at that. I wouldn't believe what I just said either, if I was her.
Classes later started and by the time it was time for livelihood lessons, we have yet another free time.
Literally, all this teacher does is write lessons on the board and give free times. It's both alarming and relaxing.
"Hello ladies," Finn says, sitting on the empty seat on my right as I finish jotting down the lesson.
"Hey," Lyd and I say at the same time.
I wonder where my seatmate went.
"What's up?" Finn asks, and I try to ignore the tingle in the pit of my stomach from the fact that we were only a few inches away from each other's skin.
"The ceiling, some lights, air vents? Do we have tho-"
"Oh you're funny," Finn scoffs.
"Why, thank you," I smirk. Talking to him felt natural. It felt... Home-y; like coming back home after a long vacation.
"Alright," Lydia coughs. I forgot for a moment that she was there, "I don't know about you two, but this awkward,"
"What is?" I ask, pretending to be oblivious which probably wasn't as effective as I thought it would be.
"This," Lydia gestures frustratingly between Finn and I, "Did aliens abduct the both of you and erase your memories because last time I checked-"
"Okay," I cut Lydia off with a warning tone, not really knowing what to say, but I just wanted her to stop talking.
"Okay," I say again, but with a sigh this time.
"Okay," Finn breathes, mimicking my tone.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Augustus and Hazel Grace?" Lydia lets out her frustration.
I roll my eyes at her. She's such a drama queen.
"I'd be lying if I said this isn't awkward," Finn says.
"Ditto," I say.
"I don't know why I'm talking to you when you made it clear you didn't want me in your life anymore," Finn says. I didn't expect this from him. It felt too soon and too late at the same time.
"I-" I stutter, trying to look for the right words to say, "Finn, I- you left,"
"Playing the blame game, then, I see," he says, his voice daring.
"I- fuck you, Finn," I say. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
"I wasn't the one who broke it off!" He fires.
"Well, I wasn't the one who pushed us to the brink of it!"
We sat quiet after that. It felt good to say it to him, and I knew the feeling was mutual. It felt good to address the pain that I never acknowledged.
For a moment, I felt tired. Like all the energy was sucked out of me. I could feel Lydia's gaze going back and forth Finn and I, worried and waiting.
I looked at Finn. Really looked at him for the first time since before we broke up and we both released a fit of laughter.
It wasn't a subtle laugh or a fuck-you-i'm-going-to-kill-you laugh, it was just a laugh. The kind of laugh you'd let out when you hear a really funny joke.
It felt good to laugh with him. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time.
"I give up," Lydia was the first to speak, "You guys are shit!"
"I'm the cute shit, right?" I ask, Lydia turning her back on me.
"It's a no from her, Regan," Finn comments.
"Ever heard of the saying 'silence means yes'?" I stick my tongue out at him.
"I beg to differ, you are nowhere near cute,"
"Last time I checked I wasn't asking for your opinion about my appearance," I roll my eyes at him.
He sat quiet for a moment until, "I like your older glasses better,"
"W-what?"
I've been wearing glasses since forever and I had a love-hate relationship with it thanks to this guy so to hear him comment about it was a little surprising.
"You know, the ones with the big frames? Those looked best on you," he says casually.
I didn't even know what to think, let alone say. He never struck me as someone who payed attention to small details. This is a side of him I never met.
A side of him I wish I'd met.
Or at least a side of him I wish he had let me see if it had been there all along.
God damn it Finn, what are you doing to me?
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