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Finn and Red walk, well more like shuffle out of the theater due to their separation anxiety, I on the other hand, had M&Ms in one hand and my half-empty red slurpy in the other.
A string of in-genuine "good nights" and "hope you enjoyed" were said to no one in particular by the young usher. It was almost as if they were being thrown in the air for anyone to grab and return the meaningless gesture.
I lagged behind losing my friend in the crowd trying to exit the movie theater.
"Hey, I have a life-altering question for you." I stop in front of the boy holding the velvet rope.
"I don't know if I'm prepared. I've only had three hours of sleep." He looks down at his shoes. Eye contact makes him uncomfortable, so I've noticed.
"What's your name?" The question I had been itching to ask since we first met (not even 2 hours ago.)
He finally looks up at me and smiles, "It's Scout, Scout Good." Huh. What a name. He extends his hand for me to shake.
"I'm sure you live up to the name." I smile giving his hand a good shake.
"Well I'd like to think so, but I suppose my opinion can be one-sided." He chuckles let go of my hand, ever so gently, letting me bring it up to fidget with my gold locket.
I hear red yell out for me from the glass door, "Hey Lana, I've got to go sneak Finn into my bedroom before my mom comes home. See you there?" She questions holding her bike up with her hip.
"Yeah sure. Don't do anything I wouldn't." I wave her off with a chuckle. She smiles and rolls her eyes.
I sit on the counter eating a bag of popcorn as he finishes restocking the snack box. I ask him a series of questions that I was genuinely curious about.
"Fleetwood Mac of course." He shrugs as if it were obvious. I scrunch my eyebrows in a questioning manner.
"Who?" I make the mistake of asking before he begins to passionately talk about this rock band.
Scout offers to walk me to Reds house. We walk down the dark street with only the sound of the wheels of my bike turning.
"Your name. I've just remembered why your name sounded so familiar. I was reading this book about witches in Salem a while ago." I look over at him. His pink lips curl up into a smile of amusement.
He nods his head indicating me to carry on.
"Your last name, Good. It also belonged to a mother and daughter Sarah and Dorcus Good . The mother was hung, if I remember correctly, and the daughter was incarcerated but later released at age 6 or 7. She was one of the first three women to be accused in the Salem Witch Trials for witchcraft." I pause to look back up at him once again, "What a name you wear." I chuckled shaking my head. I shift my sight back to the street spotting Red's cream-colored house.
"Your mind astonishes me, Lana Spring." He nearly whispers as if it were a secret I was the only one in on. The way this boy made my heart flutter was familiar, yet I couldn't quite pinpoint where I first became familiar with this warm fuzzy feeling.
I blush and push my blonde strand of hair behind my ear.
"This is me I guess." I stop in front of Red's rose bushes.
He comes to a halt alongside me. He hands my bike over to me with a stupid grin, "Goodnight, Lana Spring." He places his hands in the pockets of his blue jacket.
"Goodnight, Scout Good. See you around."
I run off laying my bicycle down behind the trash cans of the Sink residents. Using the very little upper body strength I have, I pull myself up onto the roof to access Red's window.
Her curtains softened the light that was still on in her room. I surprisingly push the window without making a sound. I pause from exhaustion and push my torso through the window. But to my surprise I see Red and Finn sitting on her bed making out.
"Shit," I say before losing my grip. I put my hands out to break you fall but instead I fall straight onto my face as the rest of my body follows behind me.
"What the hell are you doing?" Finn whisper yells quickly jumping off the bed. Red sits in shock holding her lips.
I push myself off the ground massaging my cheek that just got a really bad case of rug burn.
"Shit I'm sorry, but it was too late for me to just knock on the door. Plus how was I supposed to know you guys were having a spit swaying session!" I whisper yell back.
He stands across from me, arms crossed with a bratty frown. He mutters a couple of cuss words under his breath.
"God Finn, stop being such a brat. It was bound to happen. It's not like I give a shit." I throw my hands into the air in defense.
Of course, I cared though. Red's too good for this dweeb, but it was not my place to decide that for her.
"Guys stop. You're going to wake my parents. You guys are blowing this way out of proportion." She shakes her head stepping in the middle of Finn and me.
"No! This is a total invasion of privacy. And I think she should leave." He points at me in an accusing manner.
"Look you moron, I wasn't spying on you guys. I'm sorry that I interrupted whatever was going on here but you really need to calm the hell down. I'm not going to put up with your petty shit. God, you're so full of yourself it's irritating. " I step closer to him. He had no reason to be as worked up as he was.
"Yeah well, at least I don't hate myself. You just mask it with that foul mouth of yours. No wonder your father neglected you. But who can blame him, you're just an attention wh-," Sadie sternly says his name making him come to a crashing realization of the horrible words that had just spilled out of his mouth. All to win a petty argument.
My hands shook in rage as my heart sunk to my stomach. I feel tears starting to well up in my eyes.
"I hate you." I spit before wiping my soaked cheeks. The lights in the room seemed to dim due to my watery eyes.
He puts his hand out and tries to say something, but before he even has the chance I make my way out the window and back down to the ground.
I grab my bike and jump onto it, peddling as fast as I can.
Hot tears run down my face as his words circle around in my head.
Hate is not a word I have ever taken lightly. I've always felt like it held so much meaning. Such a strong word should never be thrown around so easily.
But I truly felt it. Hatred. I hated Finn Wolfhard with every fiber in my body.
