INFATUATED | f.w.

𝟎𝟎𝟖.

008.

N O T I C E : This book includes detailed themes surrounding violence, sex, suicide, abuse, sexual harassment, alcohol, drugs and blood—all are graphically depicted in this story.

Proceed with notice.

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AS THE DAYS ROLLED ON, days like that one special Friday afternoon where Y/N found out much of Finn's backstory, they found that their hangouts often repeated themselves for days after.

Not in the sense that the days were sad and brooding, but in the sense that they found comfort in each other whenever they were together like that.
Y/N even found that Finn proved himself to be much more attentive and engaged with her than Millie ever was.

Go to school, come home, rush through homework, then immediately call the other to go to their spot.
  Sometimes, they even did homework together at either of their houses—something the both of them enjoyed.

It was strange how comfortable she could be around him, yet she didn't mind in the least bit.

The more often they were together—which was recurring—the stronger their hidden bond became.

They had fun.
  And they found a strong friendship in one another that they never knew they needed.

Y/N would often go to the mountainside with Finn, completely abandoning her responsibilities around her house and her schoolwork.
But if she did it for Finn, she didn't mind.

The two teenagers often found themselves just drawn to the mountainside spot, and whenever one of them was bored or just needed to clear their head, they would immediately retreat to their spot.

It was sacred.

It was theirs alone.

And they would spend entire days up there with nothing but each other's company, and it was the best form of unwinding for both of them.

It was days like this one, that the mountainside found the two teenagers once again basking in each other's presence and comfort.

  The late afternoon roared with teenage euphoria and bliss, easing smoothly into night fall—much to the surprise of the two teens who seemed to be so caught up in each other that they didn't even notice that night had fallen.

They spoke of things they would never even imagine telling other people, and even some things they didn't even know they had said.

It was what they usually did.

"Don't you just hate school? It's a fucking nightmare with all these douchebags that go there."
  Y/N ranted, her voice and body language indicating that she felt as carefree as she ever had.

Finn chuckled, his curls glistening with the last small bit of the sunset's rays that still struggled to peek over the city while being submerged by the midnight blue sky.

He leaned his head back while he took a swig of the last droplets of his beer—not aware of
Y/N's eyes watching his perfectly sculpted face while his adam's apple bobbed while he gulped.