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finn sat at lunch with his friends wyatt, jaeden, millie... and jack was there too. "hey guys," finn greeted them quietly.

"you okay sweets?" millie asked, rubbing his arm, "yeah. everything's fine." finn responded, wyatt caught on and looked at him with concern.

"but, are you?" wyatt asked, finn nodded and got up and left the cafeteria, he couldn't deal with this today. he made his way to the bathroom and locked himself in a stall until he heard the tardy bell ring, his anxiety went through the roof. 'fuck it' he thought, he was already late, so what was the point in even going to class?

he heard a pair of footsteps enter the bathroom. "finn?" wyatt. finn didn't respond, he felt that he needed to be left alone. "i know you're in here, finn."

finn hummed in response, wyatt tried to push open the stall door. "c'mon. let me in. let's talk about it, okay?" wyatt asked cautiously, he knew finn was fragile, he just didn't know why.

"i can't help you if you dont tell me what's up," wyatt said, finn unlocked the stall door to let wyatt in, wyatt closed the door behind himself. he sat down on the floor across from finn, "i can't sleep, wyatt," finn's voice cracked as he spoke.

"have you been having your dreams again?" wyatt asked, he grabbed finn's hand. "no. worse." finn looked to the ground, wyatt sighed, "is it your step-dad again... you can tell me" . "no... i fucked everything up with jack."

"what? i'm sure that's not the case. what happened?" wyatt asked while rubbing finn's hand comfortingly
. "i- i don't want to talk about it. but he made sure i knew that i messed everything up," finn answered.

finn stared at nothing, his eyes casted shadows under his eyes that looked like storm clouds; he was devastated.

"i'm sorry finn," wyatt looked at finn sympathetically, finn rested his head on wyatt's shoulder. silence coated the room until the next bell rang. the two boys got up and left the bathroom like nothing happened, but finn couldn't get jack off his mind. and wyatt couldn't stop thinking about how to help his hurting friend.

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