𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 18

Finn

I tune out in class even more than I usually do. I come because it's important to Mom and I do the shit I need to do to get by, but that's about it. Luckily, stuff like this isn't hard for me. Are my grades the best? Nope, but they're what I need to get the scholarships and financial aid I need to keep myself locked up in this place.

And it works. The professors feel like they're doing their job. Mom believes I'm suddenly going to have this incredible life she never did because I'm on my way to a piece of paper that doesn't do anything to guarantee me a job when I'm finished. It makes her happy which makes me feel like I'm not the shittiest son in the world so it all works out.

But today, I feel like being here even less than I usually do. Christ, Millie felt good the other day. The little whimpers from the back of her throat. Her body all lined against mine. I'm still trying to figure out why I pulled the breaks. Yeah her roommate came home, but she left and there wasn't anything stopping me from staying and finishing what we started.

What my body is jonesing to finish right now, but I felt like an ass. When I'm with a girl I do it so I don't have to feel. But I was feeling and I don't like it. All those unwelcomed emotions made me bail.

But we both want it. Both want it bad so that makes my guilt even more fucked up.

When class gets over I grab my stuff and head out. My car's running for now so I head out to the lot and get in, turn it on, but don't go anywhere.

I don't know why the hell I'm sitting here, flipping my phone over in my hand. My head is all screwed up, but I don't know why, which pisses me off more.

My phone beeps and I turn it over to see a text from Millie.

What's up?

Waitin on u I text back. Which is only half a bullshit answer, but it sounds good. Today's a late day for me so it's already after three, but I don't know what her schedule is. For all I know she's not even here.

I have another hour...after?

My pulse jackhammers like I'm a sixteen-year-old about to get laid for the first time.

Meet u at ur dorm Is all I say and then drive my dumbass around like I have a reason to wait for her when she can drive herself.

When she walks up a little over an hour later I'm leaning against my car waiting for her. She's back to public Millie with tight jeans that probably cost more than my whole wardrobe and a shirt that shows a nice amount of cleavage.

"You coming over?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"You inviting me?" She does the same.

I hold in my smile because I don't like the fact that she makes me want to do it so often. "I just did."

She rolls her eyes. "I could have found my way to your place."

I shrug because I don't know how to reply without looking like a pussy.

"You drive me crazy," she says, but she's walking over to my car. I get back into the driver's seat and we pull away.

We're not in the car for two minutes when her cell rings. I watch as Millie presses silent.

"You hungry?" I ask.

"I am, actually."

"We'll hit a drive-thru."

Her phone rings again. She silences it. After we grab our food it beeps another time. "You know I don't give a shit if that's your pretty boy, right? Play your games if you want to. We both know what this is." I tap my fingers against the steering wheel, frustrated.