fuckboys || f.w

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"Shut up, Sadie." Finn mumbled, standing up and walking out. Noah followed close behind him, as did Millie.

"I'm sorry about him, (y/n)." Sadie said, looking at me as Jack nodded in agreement with Sadie's statement.

Of course it was wrong, but could it really have been that wrong? probably. I probably just didn't realise the gravity of the situation, I was too engrossed in him. Everything about him. He was an intriguing character, and all I wanted to do was get to know him better. I completely forgot that I had yet to reply to Sadie. I looked around, Caleb looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You good, (y/n)?" He asked, a small smirked played across his face.

"Of course she is, she was just day dreaming about Finnie." Jack chuckled, I rolled my eyes.

"As if," I placed my hands on the table. "In his dreams." I stood up, preparing for the bell to ring to signal the end of break.

"True." I heard, as a pair of arms snaked around my waist, sending chills up my spine.

"Finn!" Sadie grumbled again, pushing his arm playfully. He just rolled his eyes at her attempts to get his attention.

"(Y/n), a little birdie told me you're in my class?" Finn asked, raising an eyebrow at me with a smirk.

"Who would that little birdie be, 'Finnie'?" I asked, quoting the nickname Jack gave him while talking to me earlier. Finn's eyes darted to the table, everyone that was getting up stopping and gulping.

"Who called me that then?" He asked, his tone sounded serious. He was clearly embarrassed.

"Nobody." Jack whistled, quickly pushing away from Finn and speed walking to his class. Finn groaned and chased after him.

"I'll get you for that one, Grazer!" He exclaimed, running down the corridor after Jack.

*TIMESKIP TO YOUR NEXT CLASS, ART*

I began to pull my sketchbook out of my bag, followed by some pencils. I had found an empty seat in the class, and almost instantly claimed it. The art teacher was nice, she didn't seem to care much about our class though, which may not be so bad.

As I had swung around in my chair, I heard the door crack open, revealing the proud face of Finn. Our teacher turned around in her chair, but quickly rolled her eyes and faced the other direction when she seen it was Finn, causing me to erupt in a stifled giggle.

"You're late, Mr Wolfhard." She said, still not facing him.

"You're looking as beautiful as ever, Miss Smith." He said sarcastically, his eyes then darting to me as he smiled and dropped his bag next to the seat next to me. "Don't get too jealous, (y/n). You look hotter." He winked, walking in the direction of the paint brushes.

I attempted to hide the blush that consumed my face, it faded quickly, thankfully before Finn was aware of it or I wouldn't have lived it down. He returned shortly after, holding some paper as well as paints and paint brushes. I looked down to my sketchbook, picking up my pencil and lightly sketching in it, as if I didn't notice that Finn had returned.

"Miss me?" He asked cockily.

"Not really." I lied, giggling lightly at the end so he knew it was just a joke. To which he responded with a roll of his eyes.

"You will someday, doll face." He shrugged, sitting down at the table. I looked down at my sketchbook once again, tracing little lines. "Can I see?" Finn asked in the most adorable voice, it was a tone filled with genuine curiosity, which I had never heard from the boy that in only 20 minutes of knowing him, he was already hitting on me.

"Sure." I shrugged, sliding it across the table quickly. He caught it, and began flipping through the pages slowly, admiring every little detail in my works.

"This is amazing, (y/n)." He said in a soft voice, it sounded nice but I supposed I shouldn't get used to it.

"Thanks, Finn." I smiled, but he slid my sketchbook back to me, quickly looking to his paper and began sketching too.

I wondered what had changed, what happened to Finn's soft, sweet voice?
He just seemed cold now, enclosed away from his emotions.

I knew I shouldn't have gotten used to it..