Pt. 11

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-Alina-

I stare at his lips. I want to kiss him. I do. But literally knowing a dude for about five weeks doesn't ensure me that he could be a murderer or a rapist. 

Fin notices me and makes a face of disgust but then quickly changes it to a funny one.

"I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to stare."

Finn just shrugs and goes back to watching television. This was a bit awkward. I haven't really gotten to know him much. I don't even know his last name. Whatever it is, I bet it's something badass. He seems like those type of guys that has those really rich dads but he isn't spoiled. He also kinda looks like...young Rob Lowe maybe? Something like that.

I didn't know that I was still staring at him and he starts to give me short glances back and forth to the TV and I.

"Oh, crap. I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to stare at you again. I was just trying to figure out what celebrity you look alike with..."

"It's fine."

I was known to be the person who awkwardly always stared at people to try to figure out what celebrity they looked most alike to. But I stopped doing that after the tenth grade when people started to categorize me as, 'That's the pretty girl who is also weird.'

My thoughts were interrupted by Finn moving towards me. He kneels beside me.

"So what celebrity to I look like?" He asks.

"A young Rob Lowe, m'friend. But I don't reall-"

Then he kisses me. Straight up, boom. On the lip. No warning. I really though he was interested to hear about the celebrity. He then quickly separated himself from me. He looks at me with his beautiful green eyes.

"I'm truly sorry about that,"

"It's fine, man. At least it didn't last longer than six seconds..." Oh, how wish it was longer.

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