|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Thursday, September 21st -
"Are you sure it's okay to ride with you guys?" I feel a bit insecure right now. Finnley drove me home to pick up stuff for practice, deciding he would drive to soccer, picking up Oliver on our way there. Nathan is riding along with us, constantly with an annoying smile on his face because Finnley is with me and we're not fighting, just talking.
"Yeah." Finnley shrugs, leaning against the doorpost of my bedroom while I grab stuff for practice. "It's my car, right? I decide who rides with me, or not."
"Oliver hates my guts."
"Yeah..." Finnley drawls. "Got yourself to thank you for that."
"Why does he?"
"Because he's about the only one who knows what happened the night I took an overdose of meds and alcohol."
"He knows what I said that night."
"Yup." Finnley shuffles his foot awkwardly. "He keeps telling me to stay away from you."
"Well, are you, after today?"
"Nah." He smirks. "I miss you, honestly. Mostly your oblivious state and your stupid jokes."
"That's what you miss about me?" I laugh out a little, before smiling at him. He smiles back and in unison we sigh in content.
"I miss all of you." He admits timidly. "But you really hurt my feelings that night."
"I know, and I'm really sorry." I stop packing my stuff, focusing on him completely. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, just don't expect me to answer every question."
"I understand." I mutter, sitting down on the end of my bed. "What's your... relationshipwith Oliver? When did you meet him?"
Finnley smirks, walking inside the room a little, his fingers tracing the back covers of some books that are on a shelve. Most of them being schoolbooks, but three of them being books that Finnley loved.
"He used to be a client." He tells me without looking at me. "The mystery lover, you know what I'm talking about, right?"
"He's the mystery guy you spend all those nights at?"
"He gave me food, clothes, let me take decent showers..." Finnley shrugs. "It was better to be with him an entire night, letting him do whatever he wanted, just so I could get decent food, clothes, a comfortable bed to sleep in."
"But he rented you." I deadpan.
"That's not how things started, really."
"So, how did things start?"
"I was outside, waiting for someone to rent me, when one of his friends came up to me, wanting a blow job. I made eye contact with Oliver and he pulled his friend away, told him to fuck off and pulled me along with him. He took me home, made me shower, gave me food, and asked me why I was there. Because he saw how unhappy I was just by looking at me."
