𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 12

Finn

"Finn. Man, that chick from the party is here for you," Josh yells through my bedroom door.

Shit. Just what I'm not in the mood for today—dealing with the Princess. I'm a little surprised though. I didn't expect to see her again. I don't know how I feel about her being here now.

I open the door.

"I didn't want to let her in, in case you weren't alone."

"Though you didn't mind risking whoever I might be in here with knowing someone else was here for me?"

Josh winks. "Only because party girl seems different."

"Her name is Millie." I don't know why in the hell I just said that. Pushing around Josh I head for the door.

"You closed the door on her? You fucker."

A laugh is his only reply. I pull the door open. She looks different than usual—her hair is a tied back and she's wearing faded shorts and a t-shirt. This doesn't look like the kind of clothes she'd ever let someone see her in. I don't know why, but it makes my skin feel tight.

"Back to give me more shit?" I ask, leaning my hand against the doorframe.

"No. I came to tell you its over." Her voice cracks slightly.

"Shit," I ground out. "Let's go in my room. I don't like other people in my business."

I'm surprised when Millie pushes past me. I ignore the room full of people who watch as we walk by.

"Last room on the right."

Once we're in, I close the door behind us.

"It's really clean in here...and white." She has her back to me.

"What? A guy like me can't like his shit clean?" I don't care how I look, but I like my stuff to be in order.

"The rest of the house was trashed."

"I don't have control over the rest of the house. I doubt you came here to talk about my white sheets though." I lean against the old desk in my room.

Mom got for me at a yard sale, all stoked because she knew I'd need somewhere to do my homework.

"I already told you what I came here to say. It's over. The charade."

I laugh and scratch my head. "Yeah I figured that out when you got all pissed at me the other day and then didn't give me my next assignment."

Which should be a fucking blessing to me, but for some reason, I find myself annoyed about it.

"You still owe me money though. I played your little game for a few days."

Millie snaps her head toward me. For a second, I think she might cry, but instead she rips open her purse.

"How much do you need, Finn? Is this enough?"

She tosses a wad of cash at me.

"Or do you want my credit card too?" The plastic rectangle bounces off the wall as she throws it.

"Is there anything else I can give you? What else do you want from me!" she screams.

I have no idea what the hell is going on here, but it's obvious something's up.

"Feel free to take it all!" I dodge her purse that flies at my head. She's not crying, but it looks like she wants to. Her chest rises and falls with big surges. Something twists in my gut.