Finley's P.O.V

Just when I thought my life couldn't get worse, it did.

I already had to deal with a heartbroken brother, and that was a full time job in itself, but then Trey and Mika decided to team up. I guess it was kind of a smart move on their part. I mean, it was a bonus, Trey wanted me, Mika wanted Eli, work together to break us up and then they both get what they wanted. Unfortunately, it didn't work out in my favor.

First, it was the rumors.

I walked into school, well, running, almost, because I was late and I had approximately two minutes to get to my class, which was on the other side of the school and took me four minutes to walk there, and that was walking fast. As I was running, I noticed that some people were staring at me. I was too preoccupied with getting to class so I ignored them.

Once in class, ontime, I might add, was when the reason that the stares became apparent.

"I heard that she and Eli did it in his car before school," a girl whispered.

Having just caught Eli's name, I was confused. What?

"I heard that ever since she started dating Eli, she started screwing other random guys at parties."

"Oh yeah? Well I heard that she fucked her brother's best friend in his room."

"She sucked Mr. Johnston's dick."

"She's done it with all the football players."

What? Where were all these coming from? I had never done any of that. People were staring at me accusingly; most of them were girls who now thought I was a whore.

Some guy named Alex, a popular football player caught my eye and smirked, pointing to himself, then me and mouthing "you me in the janitors closet after class?'

I turned away, my face burning with shame as I stared at my desk, trying hard not to cry and freak out. I focused on my breathing, counting silently in my head as I inhaled and exhaled, but the bell rang, pulling me from my safe zone.

"Alright class," she began but then a couple cheerleaders interrupted her.

"Hold on, we gotta do our cheer!" they smirked evilly at me before putting their hands in the middle and counting them up and down. "One two three four, Finley is a fucking whore!"

"Girls!" the teacher barked. "Get out!"

They left alright, but the damage was done and they knew it as they watched me look down at my desk and not move for the rest of the class period. When the bell rang, there were teardrops left on the desk.

For the rest of the day, I kept my head down and my mouth shut. Eli tried talking to me but I told him I wanted to be left alone and he respected my wishes. Even though I told him to leave me alone, I could tell that he kept shooting me worried glances, and he stared at me all through Biology. At times I appreciated his concern, but now I just wanted to be left alone.

When Eli was taking me home, so people shouted, "Look, everyone, Eli and Finley are gonna fuck, let's watch!"

Eli literlly growled and made to go after them, but i put a hand on his arm. "Don't."

Pausing, he looked at me. "But..."

I shook my head. "Don't, Eli, please."

He reluctantly drove me home, and I pretended not to hear him swearing under his breath the whole way.

Then, it was graffiti.

I stared at my locker. It was completely covered with hurtful words, one in particular painted especially bold against the green of the metal.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.

I blinked away tears and turned away, bring up my sleeve to wipe my eyes.

"Hey Finley, guess what?" Ashton came bouncing towards me, a huge smile on her face. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw my locker and her eyes narrowed. "What the fuck," she hissed then took two quick, steps forward and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Who did it? Finley, I swear to God, tell me who did it."

I shook my head. "Its fine. I'm fine."

"No its not!" Ashton exclaimed. "They vandalized your locker!"

"Techniqually, its the school's locker," I began.

Asthon cut me off. "Don't give me that bullshit. They ruined your locker."

I shrugged. "Its fine."

"I saw you crying."

Shit. "Its nothing," I said harshly. "I've got to go to class."

I pushed past Ashton and wiped furiously at my tears. When I came to my locker after lunch, the graffiti was gone. It put as mile on my face. I had good friends.

In the bathroom, there was a stall dedicated to rumors going around the school. I spent ten minutes reading them after school.

Finley Collins is a whore!

I heard that she sucks teacher's dicks to get straight A's

Must be why she never talks, throats sore from deep-throating!

She's such a slut.

Eli probs gets good fucks from her though.

Maybe thats why he's with her.

I would fuck him hard

He's so hot

He deserves better than that slut

Imagine how that lip ring feels

Suddenly angry, I dug in my backpack, my movements jerky and rushed. I pulled out a sharpie and scribbed under the last girls comment-

Pretty damn good and I'm the only one who knows what it feels like.

Capping my sharpie, I threw it across the bathroom and buried my face in my backpack and screamed.

Finally, it was Eli, breaking my heart.

Trey came up to me during gym. "Hey babe," he said, but it wasn't flirtatious.

It made me suspicious.

"Just so you know, before you call your precious boyfriend, he won't come running," he said.

That caught my attention. "W-What do you m-mean?" I asked.

Trey's smirk grew. "Oh you didn't see? Its all over Twitter."

He pulled out his phone, which he was not supposed to have, by the way and showed me a picture. It was of Eli with Mika, which that alone made my heart clench, but they were kissing.

I felt my entire world spin and become fuzzy around the edges.

Trey put his phone away, oblivious to the internal hurricane he had caused. "Sorry Finley," he said, but it didn't sound vindictive.

I barely noticed him walking away.

Ashton and Calla were blowing up my phone, threatening to kill Eli but I ignored them, just wanting to go home. Home, where my brother was, where he understood the pain I was in.

I got home and as I opened the door, the door opened from the inside and I was face to face with Luke. We took one look at each other before I was crying and he was crying.

I fell in his arms and my older brother hugged me.

"I kn-ow," he choked out. "God, I know."

I cried harder, and I could feel my heartbeat accelerating along with my breath and Luke's grip tightened.

"It hurts," I cried.

"I know," Luke whispered into my hair. "Finley, trust me, I know."

"I'm not mad at your for crying in my room in the middle of the night anymore," I sobbed.

Luke let out a strangled noise that might have been a laugh. "Now we can cry together."

I laughed but it turned into a hiccup and the hiccop turned into an anxiety attack.

I gasped for breath, which was even harder to do when I was crying, and my lungs burned as oxygen failed to get to my lungs.

Luke held me tighter. "Shh, shh, in and out, c'mon breath with me," he said.

He led me through several breathing exercises and after about ten minutes I calmed down, the short little gasps of intake of breath turning to hiccups.

"I've got you," Luke mumbled.

I wiped my nose, laughing slightly. "Sorry you had to deal with that."

Luke shrugged. "Its the least I could do. You've been comforting me all these weeks, its only fair."

I nodded. Luke is that mind of person. He doesn't like debts, so he makes it fair.

And its funny, how everyone said that the Collins kids would end up alone because one had too much of a wandering eye and the other had too much of a stutter and we were so determined to prove them wrong and yet somehow, we still ended up completely and utterly alone.

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If this is being an author I don't like it. I don't like writing sad chapters. So I was gonna make this a happy endingb but then I was like nahhhh this is much more fun *evil laugh*

Anyway, hope you enjoy, please comment and vote!

Love ya!

-T A