𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞 ~ 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 ~

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

Finns POV~
"Finn, are you and Millie dating?" Quincy asks me.

"Yeah." I answer simply.

"Why?" He asks as he stuffs a handful of chips into his mouth.

'Umm...'

"Because." I trailed off.

"Because...?"

"I don't know, because I like her? Why are you asking me these questions?" I ask a little annoyed.

"I don't know, just curious." He shrugged. "Hey, did you know her brother?" He asks.

'She has a brother?'

"What?" I ask a little confused. "She has a brother?"

"She did." He said.

"Did? What happened?" I ask worriedly.

"She didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I inquire.

"It's not my place to tell you, just ask her." He stands up, dusting chip crumbs off himself.

"No, tell me." I push.

"Finn, she has to tell you herse-."

"Tell me, Quincy!" I snap. He sighs and sits back down. "Please, just tell me."

"He... he died a little while back." He started off.

'What...?'

"What was his name?" I ask.

"Charlie." He answered.

'Oh.... shit.... that was the name on back of Millie's sweatshirt. That's why she got so mad at me for wrecking it with the smoothie. Shit! I wrecked her brothers sweatshirt!'

"How did he die?"

"He was in a car crash with Millie."

"Wait, how do you know all this?" I question.

"Millie told me a few months ago." He said simply.

"She told you? When?"

"When I gave her rides to and from school, she was sad and crying one of those times and I asked what was wrong, so, she told me."

"She just told you?"

"Yeah." He shrugged.

'What the hell?'

"I'm her boyfriend and she didn't tell me shit about this." I spit.

'How could she not tell me?!'

"Well, you did wreck her sweatshirt. Why did you do that anyway then date her in the next few days?" He asks.

'How does he know about that?'

"How do you know I wrecked her sweater?" I ask.

"I have my ways." He answered. "But, you didn't answer my other question yet."

"What?" I say annoyed.

"Why did you start to date her in the next few days?"

"Jesus, I don't know." I sigh.

"One second you hate her and piss her off, the next you are dating her. What the hell happened?" He explains.

"We're done, Quincy. I have to go." I stand up and start to walk away but I get pulled back.

"Tell me, Finn. I already know the truth so you might as well just tell me now." He says sternly.

'What? He knows? How? Who the fuck told him?'