Bad Habit

thirty

Finny stood frozen for a few moments, his feet practically glued to the floor and his heart caught in his throat. So many emotions and thoughts were flying through his mind as he watched Moss casually place his hand on Jane's side, laughing just slightly as she leaned in to him to say something over the loud music. Finny felt his entire body heating up, starting in his toes and spreading up his body like a wave until his cheeks were the color of crimson. His arms were shaking a bit from anger, and he was forced to ask himself why exactly he was so angry. Was it because the two had a fight not a day ago and Moss was already back to his old ways of pretending to be straight? Or was it because he was jealous of the possibility that Moss and Jane got back together, considering Finny wished that it was him who was dating Moss? Either way, he was entirely fucking pissed.

And when Jane excused herself from Moss, likely to go grab them drinks, Finny felt the low of his stomach ignite into a cluster of butterflies. He was about to cause a scene, it was really inevitable. He was going to publicly humiliate Moss, and quite possibly himself at the same time, no matter what. He was fuming, absolutely heated, and he wasn't going to let Moss get away with being so, frankly, fucking childish. That's why when Moss turned around, Finny was prepared with a devilish smile on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes; an expression that scared Moss to the core.

The boy's stayed in a silent confrontation for a moment, both not quite sure exactly what to do next. Their exchange was powerful and it was honest, perhaps brutally honest. "Oh, hi, Moss," cooed Finny, finally breaking the silence. He cocked his neck to the right and inched closer to Moss with a toothy grin. Moss' glared at him with force. "What've you been up to exactly?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Moss asked quietly, hoping to avoid a big commotion. "I didn't invite you, Phineas."

"I need an invite to show up here?" Finny asked sarcastically, pretending to be shocked. "I need an invite, and yet, Jane doesn't? You're fine with her being here? After she got with your teammate like that? After she treated you like shit? Oh, and you're okay with her being in your room alone with you?"

"Christ, just fucking leave," Moss cried, stepping away from Finny as if he was already done with the conversation, "I don't want you here."

"Tell me, Moss, indulge me," Finny said gripping the hem of Moss' tee shirt to pull him back into the conversation. Moss flinched and punched Finny's hand away. "How does it work between you two? I mean, really, how do you. . . You know, how do you put out? Get it up?"

Moss took a sharp breath and widened his eyes, not ready to have such a vulgar conversation with Finny in the middle of his peers. "Don't say anything else or—"

"What do you think about? When you're fucking her?" Asked Finny rapidly with a nervous stutter. He was so caught up in himself and caught in the heat of the moment that he genuinely couldn't stop his mouth from moving. He was vomiting everything on his mind. "Do you think about me? You must, right? You think about me grinding against you like in my car the other day, don't you—?"

And with great ease, Moss was suddenly up in Finny's face with his hands balled into the cotton fabric of his tee shirt. Breathing heavily, Moss held tight onto Finny and shoved his fists aggressively into his chest, shaking Finny back and forth a bit. But Finny wasn't discouraged and his mouth was still turned up into a shockingly intimidating grin that Moss found utterly insufferable. "Not here," Moss said slowly through his teeth, anger practically seething out of his every pore. Finny sensed he was close to breaking and decided not to give up.

How could he? Especially when a crowd was quickly forming around them. Moss was still holding onto Finny when some guys noticed and circled around. "What's going on?" One guy asked, humor behind his words. "We got a fight or something?"