The Before List

Chapter 2 - Ew, You Creep

"Finn? Are you dead?" I heard a faint voice ask.

I opened my eyes and saw a very bright light. Not the kind of light you see when you're dead, but the artificial kind. I was lying on the ground of the nasty bathroom floor.

"Finn?" A voice that sounded a lot like Logan's asked.

"What happened?' I groggily asked as I got up from off the floor.

"Oh, thank God. Well, do you wanna hear the good or the bad news first?" He answered back.

"Bad," I replied.

"Copeland knocked you out, dude. It was fucking epic." He told me.

"How is getting knocked out by the hottest girl in school 'epic'?" I questioned.

"Well, it was because you slammed your face in her ass." He finished.

I suddenly remember what happened before I passed out. I went to grab Logan's phone from the ground and as I got back up my face made contact with Copeland's voluptuous butt.

"Oh, I remember now," I admitted feeling really embarrassed that a girl knocked me out.

"Great, how was it? Did it feel like you were lying on a cloud?" He started attacking me with irrelevant questions.

"Dude, not the time. Now I have find a way to make Copeland not think I'm a complete pervert," I said.

"What are you going to do?" Logan asked curiously.

"What do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to charm her with my good looks," I answered proudly.

That's when he busted out in laughter. 'How rude?' I thought.

"Hate to break it to you, buddy, but, you've gotta have more than looks to get Copeland fucking Jameson," He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You'll see," I muttered lightly to him as I walked out of the door.

It was dark and loud in the club. It smelled like sweaty ball sacks with a hint of lemon. Uptown Funk was playing obnoxiously loud. Damn, I hate that song. Pop music has really gone to the gutter, these days.

I look around, on a mission to find Copeland. I find her and start making my way towards her.

Suddenly, someone, rather harshly, grabbed my arm.

It was a girl. She had her fake boobs on full display and caked on make-up.

"Hey, wanna dance?" She asked, her breath smelling vomit and alcohol, lovely.

"Uh, I would, but no," I said with a disgusted look on my face as I walked away.

I looked for Copeland again, there she was. She was a natural beauty. I had to take a moment to gather up my confidence and let myself take a gander of her beauty.

I, again, made my way towards her. My heart beating violently. 'I think I need some liquid confidence,' I thought to myself.

I turned the other way and went to the bar. I ordered myself a shot of Vodka. I downed it in one gulp, my chest felt warm and velvety. I love that feeling, I ordered myself a couple more and made my way back towards Copeland.

I walked right up to her and asked if she'd like to dance with me.

"Ew, you creep. Why would I ever do that?" she asked me in the same disgusting tone I used to turn that other girl down.

"Because...?" I answered/questioned back at her.

She scoffed and walked away with her friends, each one of them giving me stank faces.

Well, there went my confidence.

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A/N

i hope you liked chapter 2. we will be updating every saturday. i'd like to thank @preeminence for the cover. this is NOT a dylan fanficion btw. okay, byeeeeeee

~Velma