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Chapter 16

I was in the middle of having a serious starring competition. My opponent? None other than the notorious clock. Was I winning? I'm pretty sure I was. Although time still wasn't going by any faster. It's moments like this were I wish the school day never ended just so I didn't have to sit here in a quiet room while being bored out of my mind.

This is all his fault. Sure I told him to fuck off, but I wouldn't have gotten in that much trouble if Finn had just let me talk our way out of it. He could have talked us out of it too. If anything, he was the one who was slicker with words. But no. He only made it worse just to annoy me. He must not have been lying when he said he hates me more than he loves himself. And let me tell you from experience; Finn loves himself a whole damn lot.

I lost my staring contest when a piece of paper hit my cheek. I whiped my head around to my right with a glare already in my eyes and a scowl on my lips. Finn was sitting with two desks between us and his feet kicked up on the top while he leaned back in the chair. His eyes sparked with mischief and it scared me.

"Time doesn't go faster if you watch the clock." He mused like I was an idiot. His pink lips had the same sparkle of amusement now. Finn wasn't in detention often because he always had practice, but I had a feeling he was somewhat familiar with the concept. After all, he seemed to be a professional at entertaining himself with nothing.

"Nothing better to do, Riley." I sighed and turned back to the clock with folded arms. The teacher had left five minutes ago and we still had two hours left. I just knew that we would have to stay late at practice on top of that. Coach wouldn't let us slack because we got in trouble. We weren't even supposed to be talking in the first place so I didn't give Finn more amo to respond with.

"I can think of something much better to do." He said casually. Well, my plan backfired. If he has stated it any other way, I would have assumed he was setting up for a sexual joke but it didn't seem like it this time. I raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue. "We could get out of here. I'm hungry and we're going to have to stay late tonight for practice. Don't give me that look. I've done this before. No one will be back for at least an hour and a half." He must have seen the hesitation on my face because he switched to convincing mode mid way through his sentence.

"Come on. There's a really good Chinese place down the road and I feel like being a fat ass today. There's orange chicken and sesame bean balls. Fuck my mouth is watering just thinking about it."

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to trick me into thinking I was hungry by bribing me with fried goodness. Begrudgingly I admitted to myself that it was working. Maybe I had a sign on my head the said 'food is the way to my heart'. "Fine." I muttered but he interrupted with a small fist bump to the air. "You're such a nerd," I laughed before continuing. "Only an hour and a half. We need to be back in time to not get our asses kicked. Or else there will be quote on quote 'major consequences'." I warned while getting up.

Finn wasted no time because he was out of his seat and had both our bags over each of his shoulders before I even slipped my phone out of my pocket. He really didn't want me changing my mind. I don't see why he couldn't go alone. He probably thought I would rat him out or something.

After all, we were still on very shaky ground.

We hadn't had an actual disagreement besides our teasing since we exploded on each other. I honestly didn't know if we would ever be friends, but it seemed like we were starting to get close to a semblance of that. If he hadn't been such a dick when we met, we would most defiantly be friends. Sadly, first impressions tend to stick around for bettor or for worse.

I walked next to Finn as he carried our backpacks down the hallway. He didn't need to carry mine but it was a nice gesture. Finn probably didn't mean it like that though; he just wanted to get out of here already.