( TONGUE TIED ! ) fw imagines

if we have each other (2/5)

part two!

that's it.

the two of you just stare at each other, faces stone cold but your eyes hold enough emotion to fill a book.

you're no longer crying, instead feeling a sudden burst of anger towards the wolfhard boy.

"funny." you chuckle, though you feel anything but amused.

"what? what's funny?" finn takes a step closer to you, his arm reaching out but you seat it away.

you ignore the look of hurt that flashes across his face.

"i just don't understand how you couldn't tell? how could you not tell how much you mean to me, finn?"

he shrugs, causing you to scoff.

"don't ever try to speak to me again, got it?" you whisper harshly.

your hands are trembling.

just as you begin to walk off, you feel his hand grab your wrist. immediately you try to shake his hand off.

"let me go." you mutter, jaw clenching and teeth gritting. you weren't angry; you just didn't want him to see how much he'd really hurt you.

"y/n, you know i didn't mean to hurt you're feeling. o-or ruin the friendship, i care about you t-"

"news flash, finn! you did!" once again you chuckle dryly, finally escaping his grip.

in the corner of your y/e/c eyes you see the same blonde who had just been getting frisky with finn walk towards the two of you, a drink in her hand.

suddenly, you don't care if you get kicked out of this party or not. you didn't care if finn thought of you differently. all you cared about was how torn apart you were that he went for someone like her.

once she reaches finn, she puts her arm around his waist while using her other hand to sip her drink.

you stomp towards them and snatch the cup from her hands and before you can even think, you're dumping its contents onto both of them.

the blonde screeches, moving her now wet hair out of her face.

her glare is strong, but yours is stronger.

"oops." you speak up, sarcasm dripping from your voice like venom as you raise an eyebrow towards her.

she rolls her eyes and begins to walk back to the room she came from.

when she reaches the bathroom, she turns around one last time, lifting her middle finger towards you before slamming the wooden door.

you laugh, bitterly.

"y/n/n, what the hell was that?" finn finally speaks up, and it now hits you that for a short second you forgot he was there.

not even attempting to make eye contact with him, you shrug smugly.

"you're drunk, go home. we can talk about this later, alright?" he tries to push you towards the stairs but scoff and keep your feet firmly on the ground.