𝐆 𝐑 𝐀 𝐃 𝐄 𝐒 - finn wolfhard x reader

4

i woke up to the sound of the shower running.

it took me a minute realize where i was but then it hit me: timothee's house.

i immediately got up and grabbed my clothes.

timmy was always a bitch in the mornings.

i finished putting my clothes back on and grabbed my belongings as i heard the shower turn off.

i tip-toe-ran out the door and downstairs.

i successfully avoided timothees family, who were all in the kitchen eating.

i opened the door quietly, walked out and closed it even quieter.

i sprinted to my car and got tf outta there.

i drove home and was greeted by my mother at the door.

"where the fuck were you?" she asked.

"i was studying at sadie's and i fell asleep. im sorry it wont happen again!"

"you're damn right it wont. get your ass ready for school."

i bolted upstairs and jumped in the shower.

when i got out i blow dryed my hair, brushed my teeth, and threw on grey sweatpants and a tight black shirt with cute buttons halfway down.

i put on black vans, grabbed my bag and phone, and dipped.

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when i got to school i rushed to mr. wolfhard's class, not even bothering to stop by my friends lockers.

i was the first one in there.

i sat at my seat and soon after mr. wolfhard walked over and placed his hands on my desk leaning forward and towering over me.

he said, "i didnt see you yesterday."

"oh yeah, im sorry something came up" i apologized.

he got a paper and pen from my binder and wrote something.

he handed it to me and said, "here, its the same adress so meet me tonight at 7. also my number is on the back in case you need it. this is your last chance to raise your grade. do you understand?"

"yes, i'll be there." i said

" wonderful. " he smiled and winked and walked away from my desk as other students entered the classroom.

throughout the lesson he kept making eye contact with me.

he would bite his lip or look me up and down.

usually this type of shit is so annoying but for some reason it wasn't when he did it.

was it mr. w's dark brown curly hair that hung in his face or his beautiful freckles?

was it his tall slender frame or his jawline that could slice right through metal?

whatever it was i liked it.

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it was 5:45 and i needed to start getting ready for mr. w's house.

first i dampened my hair and dutch braided it.

next i did some light makeup.

then i choose my outfit which was a red satin slip dress paired with a jean jacket and white sneakers to make it less fancy.

i put on chunky gold hoops and a few dainty necklaces

i got a cute little red purse and my phone and headed out the door.

on the way there in the car i listened to xnxx by joji, nikes by frank ocean, sonora by spendtime palace, all mine by plaza, and these days by wallows.

when i got there i was suprised to see a huge modern looking house.

i unbraided my hair to reveal cute loose waves.

i then got out of the car and walked up to his house.

it was pretty secluded.

i got to the big door and rang the Ring doorbell.

a few seconds later mr. wolfhard opened the door and said "hey y/n" and looked me up and down and smiled.

i said, "hey mr. w"

"call me finn" he said and smirked.

he lightly grabbed my hand and pulled me in.

"make yourself at home. would you like amything to drink?" he asked.

his hand was now on my lower back.

everywhere he touched me i got goosebumps.

there were butterflys in my stomach when he looked at me.

why did i feel this way?? what is wrong with me?

"what do you have?" i asked.

"wine, beer, champagne whatever you want." he smiled.

i was expecting something like 'water, lemonade, Kool-Aid, la croix.'

why was he giving me alcohol?

"wine" i said and smiled.

"okay i will be right back. have a seat wherever." he said and walked off to the kitchen.

i sat on his big wrap around couch and wondered what i had to do for extra credit.

a project? an essay? but why would i need to be at his house for that?

he came back with two wine glasses and a bottle of some really expensive wine.

he sat next to me on the couch, and he was really close to me.

like REALLY close.

and this was a huge ass couch.

he put the glasses on the coffee table and poured us each a glass.

he said, "cheers" and we clinked our glasses together and started drinking.