a/n: this chapter isn't intense but it does get kinda harsh jsyk
"millie, i cannot believe that that just happened." sadie said breathlessly.
(a/n: read that first part again and tell me that shit don't sound gay)
i took a deep breath as i swung the truck door open. my head began pounding, just because in any situation like this, i always got headaches.
"sadie what do i do? he's just going to hurt me more!" my eyes felt lifeless, like they were going to drop closed and never open again. headaches are more like body-aches. for me, they hurt everywhere. i rubbed my forehead as the redhead turned the engine on.
"millie, dude, you messed up. did you see his face? he looked... dead." she said, but whispered the last part.
i shook my head and put my hand on my forehead and let my elbow sit on the car door.
"sads, i'm in some deep shit."
—
finn
i threw my hands against the steering wheel with the beat of the music that blasted through the speakers of my old car. my hair flew around with every shake of my head.
a cigarette hung loosely in my fingers before i took a long drag from it.
"i been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies man i feel just like a rockstar,"
smoke filled the limited airspace within my 67' chevy impala.
my mind was filled with thoughts, but it was also empty. i felt like nothing. like empty space; unoccupied.
"all my brothers got that gas and they always be smokin like a rasta,"
i couldn't believe that millie had the nerve to say that.
god, why am i so fucking mean to her?! she's actually pretty! no, no, no! finn! you can't think that. you're dating iris, and you hate millie! why would you call her pretty?
probably 'cause she is. and i know how i'm going to pay her back for talking about my dead mommy.
—five days later—
millie
i haven't seen finn in a while. maybe that's a good thing, maybe it's a bad thing.
i walked through the main doors of my school and immediately people began to stare and laugh at me. i didn't know why they were laughing until i saw the papers scattered around the walls.
before i got the chance to read the paper, a blonde girl and a black haired girl stepped in front of me, cutting my gaze off of the odd paper.
"so, millie-billy, how was your kiss with the finn wolfhard?" the dark haired girl asked, and i furrowed my eyebrows together.
what? the? fuck?
"what are you talking about?" i questioned back.
i didn't kiss finn, what are they talking about?
"ya know, how a couple days ago you just grabbed finn's face and started kissing him?" the blonde girl laughed teasingly.
"what are you even talking about? i swear i don't know what you're on about." i said, and the two girls stepped out of the way, clearing my eye view to the writing on the wall.
this was stuck on the white bricks:
dear peeps of WHHS it's ya boi finn. i just wanted to say that a few days ago, something happened. i didn't want it to happen though. the one and only milly kissed me.
