Finn and the Virgin (based off Trevor and the Virgin)

Episode 1 - Finn has the biggest, you know what!

There's a rumor going around....

That Finn Wolfhard has the biggest
"you-know-what" in school.

And here he is standing outside my dorm room...naked. What a sight?

"What is wrong with you?!" I sounded, shocked.

"Get out of the way! Hurry up." I gape at him as he pushes past me into my room. I get a full view of his but as he scrambles to the floor and underneath my bed. "I'll explain later. Just don't tell her I'm in here!"

"Tell who?" I asked confused. As if on cue, a female voice calls his name from down the hall. Finn's worried face peeks out. There's red lipstick smudged around his mouth.

"PLEEEEASE!" He begged. "I'm desperate...umm...what's your name again?" He asked. I roll my eyes. We've only had three classes together.

"Millie."

"Please, Millie. She's gone crazy!"

"SHE'S gone crazy?! You're the one who-"

"Look, I'll owe you one. Get rid of her for me... And I'll do anything." I pause, considering this. Finn is friends with Jacob, my longtime crush. (He's not really) Maybe this is my chance.

"Oh, what the heck. Fine. But tuck in your stupid feet!" He mouths 'thank you' and his face disappears again under my bed. And it's not a moment too soon, as an angry Iris Apatow suddenly appears in my doorway. She's wearing her signature red lipstick... The same colour I just saw around Finn's mouth.

"Where is he?!" She asks snotty.

"Where is who?" I ask not knowing what she was talking about.

"Finn Wolfhard. I just saw him run down this hallway."

"Finn Wolfhard?" I tap my chin and pretend to be thinking. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." She gives me a once over.

"You're lying. Everyone knows who Finn is." Even you, her eyes were saying. Just then, a stifled laugh sounds from under the bed. Iris peers over my shoulder. I try to block her view.

"I told you. I haven't seen him." She doesn't look convinced, so I think fast. "By the way... You've got lipstick all over your chin." Her hand flies to her mouth. She glares once more over my shoulder, but finally walks away toward the dorm entrance. I breathe a sigh of relief and shut the door. My relief is short-lived.

"What are these?!" A grinning Finn crawls out from under the bed. He's holding up a pair of my underwear. "Granny panties?! Seriously?!" Mortified, I run over and snatch them out of his hands. Finn stares down in shock at my bed where I had been folding laundry. Specifically...my underwear. "How many of those bone-killers do you own?!"

"It's none of your business!" I shove the rest of them under my blankets. Then I throw a towel at him without meeting his eyes. "And for god's sake, cover yourself up, will you?!" Finn wraps the towel around his waist, still grinning.

"Anyway, thanks for getting rid of her. She's become a bit of problem." Still defensive over the underwear, I snap at him.

"Why? Did she ask you for something like honesty? Or was it exclusivity she was after? Or I know! Something realllyyy scary like commitment." His grin fades.

"She's my buddy's ex-girlfriend. I'm not interested in her in that way. But she won't get the hint. She just cornered me in the shower." Okkayyyy. Now I feel dumb. Im about to apologize, but Finn is suddenly smiling again. I notice a small dimple by his lip. "So what will I be? I said I owe you one and I'm a man of my word." My stomach instantly fills with butterflies. Will I actually be able to tell him about Jacob? He'll probably just laugh at me. I stall, walking over to the turtleneck sweater dress I have hanging up.

"Well...as you know, the end-of-the-year parties are tonight."

"I do know that." He looks over at my dress. "And please, tell me you're not wearing that." Offended, my eyes cut to his.

"Excuse me?"

"Ok sorry, sorry. Go on." I sigh with frustration.

"So, this is my last chance to tell a guy I really like how I feel. He graduates this year."

"Uh huh. And what do you want me to do? Give you advice or something?"

"Well..." I gather my courage. This is my last chance, Millie! Just go for it! "Not exactly advice but... It'd be great if you could put in a good word for me." That gets his attention.

"Why would he care about what I have to say?"

"Because you guys are on the football team together." His eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

"So you want to tell one of the football players that you like him? And you're planning to wear THAT?" To my horror, he laughs. "Come on Millie, you're not seem smarter than that. Those guys only go for one type of girl." He gestures to the dress. "Girls that don't dress like nuns for starters." His words make my stomach sink. I can feel my cheeks flooding with colour. Trusting him is the stupidest thing I've ever done. I hang the dress back up angrily.

"Get out my room, Finn. Let's just forget this whole thing." I turn away so he won't see how much his words have bothered me. I hear him blow out a breath.

"Look, I didn't mean to insult you. I'm an idiot and have a habit of saying things the wrong way. I just meant that that dress doesn't really play up your assets." I don't reveal that my mom told me the exact same thing the other day. I look at the dress and frown. Maybe they both have a point. "Tell me who it is. I'll help you. I promise." I don't want to tell him. But maybe if he tells me I have no choice with Jacob. I can finally get over this asinine crush. I take a deep breath and meet his eyes.

"It's Jacob Sartorius." To my surprise, Finn looks disappointed.

"Seriously?! Why him?"

"We were lab partners in chemistry my freshman year. We haven't talked much since then but... We worked together really well. He was nice to me." Finn scrutinies me but doesn't say anything.

"Fine. You want to get Jacob's attention. We'll get his attention." My heart starts beating fast.

"Really? Because if you're messing with me-"

"You need to trust me." I cross my arms, a little wary, but I nod. "First...you show up to the parties with me. Everyone will notice you if you're on my arm." I resist the urge to gag over his supreme egoism. "SECOND, we need to go shopping. Because I'm sorry, but you're not wearing that." He leads me out into the hallway and up to his room on the second floor. He's still wearing my towel and nothing else.

I stand in his doorway and watch him pull a box from his closet "Ta-da!" It's a box of women's clothing.

"Where did you get all those?

"I call it my "one-night-stand" box. Now take your pick."

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All credits go to KaylaParent for the original story on hooked.