Falling for Finn

Chapter 29

Chapter 29:

I ended up going to Abby's house, because Sierra was still with Finn. Abby is that friend that can always make you feel better.

"Sierra is being a bitch" Abby admits, we are sitting on her couch watching Mean Girls. Of course, what else?

"Right now she is" I roll my eyes and continue to watch.

I didn't know if I was going to give Finn another chance. He's done this once before, and I forgave him, but I didn't forgive lightly. If I was going to, then it's going to take a while.

"Want some more popcorn?" Abby asks me, lifting up the big, blue serving bowl.

I nod, and she gets up and gels into the kitchen. I hear the cabinet go open, then close, plastic opening, and a microwave heating up. Abby comes back.

"So are you going to give Finn another chance? I mean, it is the second time he's done that" she admits.

"I don't know yet, but if I don't, where is that going to leave me?"

"True" Abby shrugs.

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When the movie was over, and the credits were rolling in, that's wen Abby had an idea.

"Let's go to the club!"

"How? We are only 18" I laugh, thinking she's joking.

"Remember those fake ID's I made for me, you and Sierra sophomore year, but we never used them? Well I know where they are!" Abby gets up, and shuffles through things in a drawer next to the couch. She pulls them out.

"See" Abby gives me mine. I look at it. I haven't changed much since sophomore year, I look practically the same. I haven't even grown.

"Let's get you ready, and make you forget about that douchebag" Abby squeaks, she grabs my wrists and pulls me up off the couch.

I roll my eyes and laugh as we proceed to go into her room to get ready. She gives me a black bandage dress, almost identical to the one I wore at Finns friends party. Abby gives me some Steve Madden heels, and she curls my hair. I touch up my makeup, doing a dramatic smokey eye.

When we are ready, I look at Abby. She looks a whole foot taller than me with her wedges.

"Ready?" She asks me, and I nod.

Squealing, she grabs my arm and I get up, we pace out the door. I'm not great at walking in heels, not as good as Abby. So walking up and down stairs is rough.

Abby motioned for the taxi to come by, and we got in. I stare out the window, it's July in New York, which means it's still chilly and breezy. It's what I've been used to.

When the taxi dropped us off, my eyes widened. The bar, which was now a nightclub, was big and flashy. Something you would see in Vegas, though, I have never been there.

"Come on!" Abby screeched, once we got out of the cab. I am too busy spacing off at the large, flashy tower in front of me. But I hurry right behind her.

After showing the guards the fake ID's (I can't believe they believed us), we scurried onto the dance floor. Loud Miley Cyrus music playing, and everyone is dancing. Pushing my pain aside, I dance along with Abby.

"I'm gonna go get a drink!" I yell over the blaring music, trying to get Abby's attention. She looks at me and nods, but she's too busy dancing to fully pay attention.

I run off to the bar. The counter is a neon green black light, which catches my eye. I sit down on one of the barstools.

"Tequila" I tell the bartender, and without a word, he fills up a shot and slides it across the table. I quickly gulp it down, I can feel it going down to my stomach.

I wobble out of the chair. I push by the many people that are drunken, dancing. I can't find Abby anywhere. So I give up.

I find the bathroom, I feel like puking. The tequila was strong. And I'm not good with alcohol. I look at myself in the mirror, and run my fingers through my scalp, but the ounces of hairspray doesn't make it any easier. Then I feel it coming. I rush into one of the stalls right behind me and basically puke my guts out. It's not just from the alcohol, it is also caused by life.

I run out of the bathroom, I see Abby. She is grinding against a guy right in the middle of the dance floor. She's smiling and laughing. I've never seen Abby like this. I didn't even know this side of Abby existed.

With my clutch in hand, and thoughts spinning in my head, I leave. I cannot take it. I run out of the bar, and out to the street. It's raining. Summer rain. I catch the taxi, and it takes me to my apartment. If it's even mine anymore.

When I get home, I walk through the door. It smells like cigarette smoke and emptiness. The house is dirty, the trash can overflowing, dishes all over the place. I'm a clean freak, so on a usual basis, I would be dying. But at this point, I didn't care.

I ran into the bedroom, where Finn was sitting on the floor, smoking a cigarette. The mermaid ash tray in front of him. He looks up, his eyes widen. But then he looks down.

"GET OUT!" I scream in a harsh tone.

Without a word, he sulks his head. He stands up, and bends over to put the cigarette out. Finn walks out, and within seconds, I here the door slam. He left that easily.

That night I cried myself to sleep. I couldn't live with myself. All of my hopes and dreams were destroyed. I'm such a bad person.