~ You're Taught To Be Good, But You Learn To Be Bad ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

The Rescue

Finn's POV

We walked to the closest fast food place we could find. I still had my arm wrapped around her shoulders. She didn't push it off, which was to my surprise. We walked into the shop, we approached the counter.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The lady at the register asked.

"Hey, I'll have a bacon burger with everything and a large soda." She began to type my order.

"And for you?" She smiled looking at Y/n.

"Oh, um... I'll have fries, and a soda." She mumbled.

"Sizes?"

"Both small." She replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"Really?" I said looking her over. She nodded her head, "Alright."

"Your total is twelve dollars and forty-five cents." I pulled out my wallet and paid the women. "Okay, your number is thirteen. Should be ready in about ten minutes. Oh, and here are you're cups." she handed us two plastic cups and directed us to the soda machine.

"Thanks." I grinned. Y/n and I approached the machine and filled our cups after I followed Y/n to a table.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" She said taking her seat.

"I'm sorry?" I said giving a small laugh.

"You planned this." She laughed back.

"Sorry to ruin your ego Hotness, but I was just being polite." She arched an eyebrow at me. "Or... Maybe I just wanted to see you again. I guess we'll never know." She smiled at me softly. "How's your knee?"

"Fine."

"I'm sorry about that by the way," I admitted.

"Sorry?" She said biting her lip.

"Yeah, cause you know... I ran into you like a dumbass and you started bleeding all over the place."

"Oh... That wasn't your fault." She mumbled.

Your POV

"Number thirteen!" A man called from the counter, Finn started up from the table.

"I'll get it," I assured him. I stood up from the table and walked toward the counter. I picked up the food and turned back. As I turned, I immediately walked into a large figure. It was a man.

"What the hell? You dumb bitch!" The man shouted. I felt my throat begin to swell up. I looked closer at him, he was just a teenager. In fact, I knew him! His name was Peyton. He was one of the high ranked, social, jocks. He was nothing, but stereotype from his shoes to his letterman jacket. The jacket I had just spilled food all over.

"I-I'm..."

"You're what!?" He demanded. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He stood tall and began to push me. I fell to the ground and trembled on the floor underneath him. "God, all you fucking poor people are the same!

"Hey, dickhead." A voice called out. Peyton turned around and immediately fell to the ground. There stood Finn, above Peyton's unconscious body, gripping his knuckles in pain. "Damn it!" He whined. I sat with wide eyes. "C'mon Hotness, we gotta go!" Finn grabbed my hand and quickly helped me off the ground.

"Why are we running?" I managed as he yanked me out of the restaurant.

"Because they're gonna call the cops and as you can tell, the cops don't particularly like me!" Finn shouted, pulling me down the street. We ran to the elementary school park, our running quickly came to a halt.