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͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Y/n] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉
"Why didn't you come?"
Finn asked again, still staring at me like child looking at someone who just stole their toy. I signed, closing my eyes and leaning back in my chair.
"I already fucking told you, I don't feel well enough to go to the Garrison today."
"I don't believe you one single bit. I'll stay here and wait until you fucking tell me what's going on"
I sometimes felt as if he could read my mind, analyzing it like flipping through the pages of a book. But for this moment, I was telling the truth. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate their latest win at the races, but Finn guesses my reasons wrong.
It wasn't because of the amount of people or anything like that. My heart just wasn't ready to handle with the sight of Finn and his brothers. The reason as to why was unknown, but I already admitted to myself that I'm fancying Finn.
Maybe it was because he wanted to fulfill the standards his brothers provided, making him seem rather ruthless and rebellious and not as kind and honest as the person I talk to privately.
Thinking it had something to do with that, I rather lied than going to the Garrison. Finn couldn't understand, for which I don't blame him.
"At least tell me you're okay now. Im not scared, you just worry me. You've been distant lately, I don't want to loose you."
I opened my eyes, looking at the young Shelby. His hands were intertwined with each other, his thumb slowly caressing the skin underneath it. He looked at me, a hint of worry shining through his eyes. His posture was as confident and strong as ever, acting like he owned the room he was currently in. Just like his brothers.
