serendipity { fillie }

chapter six

"So how did it go yesterday?" Sadie asks as she sits next to me in biology. I think about the fight- discussion Finn and I had. I didn't really want to tell her about it, I don't want to give her more reasons to dislike him.

"It went great actually" I lie. Sadie looks at me in disbelief. "It went great?" She asks confused. I just nod. "Did you get laid or something, because Finn is not 'great' "she says. My mouth falls open and I stare at her not knowing what to say.

"No of course not! Who do you think I am?" I ask in panic. She just laughs at me. "Okay you prude, just be careful around him. I don't trust him" she says. I remember her saying that on the first day, why can't I trust him?

I mean he isn't quite the nicest person, but why can't I trust him? What happened between Finn and Sadie? I shake my thoughts of and focus on my biology.

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"Hello class, yesterday you worked on your Anti Bullying poster or cartoon, I just wanted to say that you have two weeks to finish it, but you have to do it with your partner" the teacher announces. I quietly sit next to Finn, scared that if I took a breath the wrong way he would yell at me.

I said things yesterday that I shouldn't have. He didn't need to know about my mother and especially didn't need to see me cry. I barely cry, he's just so- I don't know, I just feel like I can't lie to him. Like he could see through me.

Finn stares at me and sighs. "I'm sorry about yesterday" he says like a child that had to apologize to his sister because his mom told him to. I look back at him and take in his appearance.

He was wearing a black leather jacket, white tee, black trans with holes in them, black shoes and his hair looked fluffy. He had that type of hair you would want to run your hands through but the type of personality that would scare you off.

"You don't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault" I say barely above a whisper. "It kind of was, but we have to work on the project again today. Same place, same time" he say emotionless.

"Okay" I say with a small smile, trying to be as nice as possible.

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"Come in" Finn says plainly as I walk past him. I sit on his all too familiar couch and grab my stuff. In the corner of my eye I can see him staring at me. I look up to meet his angelic eyes and melt.

"So do you want anything to drink? Thought I'd ask before you start yelling again" he says sarcastically but not showing even a crack of a smile. I didn't like his "joke" but I didn't say anything about it because his still scares me a little bit.

"Actually, yes I would like something to drink. Water please" I say kindly. "Of course" he mumbles, not wanting me to hear it. But unlucky for him I did hear him.
I tilt my head to the side and look at him confused.

"What do you mean "of course?"" I ask. He sighs and sits in front of me. Close, really close. "You're just predictable" he admits. "Predictable?" I ask confused. He nods his head. "The neat skirts, prude attitude, perfect little life" he says rudely.

"I don't have a perfect life" I tell him. He scoffs. "Well Brown, I'm sorry for think that then" he says sarcastically. "Why are you always so cold?" I asks softly because I didn't want him to start yelling.

"For someone so well raised you aren't quite the nicest" he says laughing a bit. I sigh. "I am trying to be nice to you, you're just not working with me" I admit. "Okay fine let's be nice to each other" he says casually.

"So uhm, how old are you?" I ask. He looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Are you seriously going to ask questions all the time?" He sighs in annoyance. "Well I would like to get to know you" I say. He scoffs. "Trust me sweetie, you're better off not knowing me" he says.

"Well sorry for me then because I already know you exist, so I want to know things about you" I say giving him a small smile. He just sighs. "Okay ask me one question then I'll ask you a question" he says, resting his face on the palm of his hand.

Now that I look at his hand I noticed he has tattoos on them. He had a big bird on the back of his hand and a small triangle between his middle and index finger.

"How old are you?" I ask again. "Eighteen" he responds shortly. "Where are you from?" He asks. "California" I tell him. "Why do you live alone?" I ask kindly. He hesitates for a moment but then answers.

"Lost contact with my father and my mom has a new family" he admits shortly. "I'm sorry" I say softly. "Not your fault" he says, not showing any emotion. "How did your mother die?" He asks, still emotionless. I kind of hoped he forgot about that. It isn't his business.

"Cancer" I whisper with tears in my eyes. I jump a little bit when he puts his tattooed hand on my knee but then he softly caresses it. "I don't mean to make you cry all the time" he whispers. I look up at his eyes.

For a moment he looked so sweet and caring. I admired it. My eyes scanned his face. His hair still ever so fluffy, cheeks you would want to squeeze and lips you would want to kiss.

When I realized I was staring I look at my hands in my lap, embarrassed. His hand cups my cheek and his finger slides down to my chin. He lifts up my face with his index finger and looks at me.

I could swear I saw a small crack of a smile form on his face. His face comes closer to mine and I close my eyes. After a few seconds I feel his warm lips on mine. His hand slides from my cheek down to my neck and pulls me deeper into the kiss.

It felt like heaven, having his lips on mine. I'm addicted and he is my drug.