𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 4

Finn

I don't do pity. I don't know or honestly give a shit if that chick is seriously about what she just asked me, but I can tell you, offering charity isn't going to fly with me. Even though honestly, the money would be nice. It would help.

Regardless, it's not like I would play some stupid game with her anyway. I have too much shit going on to add a spoiled princess to the stack.

Even if she is hot as hell.

I've always been into girls with dark hair. Her skin is a smooth, even shade of tan with legs that are short, but firm. I can definitely picture them wrapped around my waist.

Luckily for me, she spoke and ruined it.

Pity isn't the only thing I don't do. Princesses are high on my list too.

Though if she was on the real, it would feel good to stick it to Pretty Boy.

Again.

I hate assholes like him who think they own the fucking world and can get away with whatever they want.

He's a bully and I hate people who throw their weight around like that. So I showed him how it felt to be picked on.

I walk across the street tossing a look over my shoulder. Princess is walking away, her hips swaying back and forth as she goes. She knows how hot she is.

Nope. This girl isn't someone I want to screw around with.

My cell beeps. Its Josh so I pick it up, knowing he probably has something going on that I need.

"Hey."

"Hey, man. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just leaving school and heading home."

"You got anything?"

My gut tightens after he asks. Yeah, I've always known I wouldn't amount to shit, but I never saw this for myself. It would kill Mom.

"Depends on how much you need." I only deal in weed so there's no point in asking what he wants.

"An eighth. It's for a friend who stopped by."

"We're good. I'll be there in a few," I tell him.
I hang up wondering if this was how stuff started for my dad. If he did it just to help out, but things got out of control. Nah. Not him. I hate that prick. He was always letting Mom down. I can't be like that.

Can't.