heartbreaker ► wolfhard

five

[ the other side of paradise - glass animals ]

[ jerk | noun | a contemptibly obnoxious person ]

"where were you last night?" ayla demanded, placing her hands on the table you were eating at and shaking it. you didn't look up from your cereal and instead patted the seat next to yours. you could feel finns eyes burning into yours from across the trailer.

"uhm no. you don't get to avoid this. i want answers. now." she slid into the seat next to you, grabbing a handful of dry cereal. you shrugged and took another bite of cereal, smiling at malcom when he walked in and continuing to ignore ayla.

"come on n/n," she lowered her tone, more serious than upset. "we're a band, a family. we can't keep secrets from each other. where were you last night?" you sighed and set down your spoon, glancing up at finn, who was screaming at you with his eyes.

don't fucking do it

"i was with finn." was it possible he could like you any less? you didn't think so, but judging by the look he was shooting you, you were really starting to think it was a possibility.

"what?" she said, looking to finn this time.

finn ran his hands through his bed head and sighed. "she just came back to my room-"

"our room." malcom interjected.

"yeah whatever dude. it was nothing."

nothing? so he's going to get upset when you join the band, take you back to his bed to 'cuddle', and then tell you it was nothing? it sure didn't seem like nothing when he pressed his head into the crook of your neck, or asked if you were warm enough, or rubbed you shoulders and calmed you down when the thunder got really loud- oh. forgot those little details.

"y/n," ayla was shaking your shoulder. finn was looking at you with a deadly glare. malcom was drinking orange juice. "y/n! is this true?"

"nothing, finn? i slept in your bed."

"you slept together?" malcom peeped with wide eyes.

"no, we didn't sleep together, she was just sleeping in my bed." finn defended, growing more irritated by the second.

"that's not any less weird!" malcom chirped from across the kitchen. jack pushed open the door and sat down across from you and ayla. he stopped whatever he was going to say and took a moment to look at everyone's stressed faces.

"is everything okay?"

"finn and y/n slept together." ayla said, leaning back and crossing her arms, not bothering to tuck the loose strands of hair surrounding her face in a very messy halo.

"did not!"

"what?" jack looked at you directly and you tried your best to avoid his stare.

"she was just in my bed! fully clothed!"

"you didn't even kiss?" malcom presses on. "is that a hickey?"

"it's a birthmark, and no i-"

"why would i ever want to kiss her?" finn spat. you fell back a bit in your seat and the room was quiet, like it was holding its breathe and hoping someone would cough or open a cabinet; anything to stop the silence from continuing. you stood up, heart beating much too fast from the tension and made your way to the door, brushing by finn and holding your breath in case he'd get mad at you for breathing too. it seemed like nothing you could do would please him. maybe it was a lost cause. maybe he was one of those people who hates everything and everyone for the sake of doing so. well, unfortunately for finn, you hated those people.

 i swear  i'll never go out of my way just to make finn happy. it if he's going to treat me like shit afterwards. and i swear most of all that i won't fall for him. he's one of those boys. the ones you read about in books with the dark, messy hair, and the playful smiles who hop on their motorcycle and never come back. but he doesn't ride a motorcycle. he rides a skateboard. well, he can skateboard right into hell.

"where are you going?" finn spoke quietly, finally breaking the damp quiet that hung in the room. you allowed your self to breathe again and released your grip on the doorknob.

you're an ass finn wolfhard, i hope you know that.

but you didn't really say that out loud. ayla would have given you a long hard talk for swearing.

"you're a jerk." you decided was enough to get the point across.

"that doesn't answer m-" you slipped past the door and shit it behind you, not bothering to listen to anything else he had to say.

a promise is a promise. a deal is a deal. swear is a swear. no more finn wolfhard for you. no matter how tempting he is or how badly you want him. he is officially off limits. and that's that.

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sorry i haven't written in ages! i love you guys tho!

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