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suggested song for chapter ; billie eilish - bad guy

[replay if needed]

disclaimer : this chapter is not a filler, it's just going to be following around finn ('s pov)instead of you :)

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Finn looked down at his blood covered sleeves, "Ah shit." He mumbles, taking off his expensive suit jacket and chucking it to the side. Oh well, he could just buy another. His eyes then fell onto his bloody hands. Letting out a small groan he drags himself over to the park that was right outside the address (y/n) had given him.

He walked up to a fountain that was typically used for drinking . . . but at this point he just didn't care. He turned the tap and was about to wash his hands when he heard a loud gasp. He snapped his head towards the sound, finding a small girl with blonde pigtails staring up at him, although her gaze seemed to mainly stick on his red hands. A small scoff emitted from his lips, "What." He spat at the girl.

"Y-you got some reds on you mister! Did you hurt someone!?" The girl squeaked in a high pitch tone, her hand covering her mouth as she spoke. Finn rolled his eyes and bent down to her level pulling out a knife.

"Yes, yes I did. But you better keep quiet little girl or I'll cut your tongue out." He narrows his eyes at her, maneuvering the knife through his fingers as if it were a simple trick. He then pulled the knife up to his tongue and did a tongue cutting gesture, "Got it?" He asks bluntly, not expecting a reply as she nods frantically and runs off, holding her mouth. He lets out a small chuckle and stands up, "Ha, I'm going to hell."

He rinses his hands quickly and walks back to (y/n)'s house, now free of any blood stains. He was now wearing a white long sleeved shirt, a tie, black pants and shiny dress shoes. A little fancy for a history project, but he had no extra time to change. He wanted to do this quickly, get out and get back to work as fast as possible.

Finn raises his hands and knocks abruptly on the door before sliding them back into his pockets, his hair was still the same old curly hair and his eyes; cold, like they usually were. The door opens, revealing a struggling (y/n) with her cast wearing jeans, a Nasa shirt and black socks, "F-Finn! Hi, uh." She utters, moving out of the way so that he could step inside, "Come in."

He nods and walks inside, examining their house; the pictures of Noah and (y/n) together, some just Noah, some just (y/n) and a few their whole family. (y/n) motioned for Finn to follow her and he emotionlessly obliged, following her to her room.

They quickly arrive and Finn phlegmatically watches as she takes a seat on her bed, pulling out a few history books and her laptop. (y/n)'s eyes gaze up to his, watching as he calmly stood at her door wearing somewhat fancy clothing, "Are you going to take a seat?" She asks nervously. Finn just nods, taking a seat in front of her.

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It was a lot later, but they had successfully finished the project roughly, "We finished!" (y/n) exclaims happily shuffling together the papers they had written on and gathering the books they had used. Finn glanced down at his watch and checked the time: four o'clock. (y/n) noticed this and sighed with a small smile, "You can go, I'll rewrite everything and proofread it."

He looks up at her, "Are you sure? I can stay if you want." He questioned, even though (y/n) could tell he really didn't want to or mean it, in reality he just wanted to leave; although it obviously wasn't intended to be rude, it was just a bad day for doing the project as he was extremely busy and had things to do. (y/n) nods with a small smile.

"Alright . . I'll see you at school, then." He utters with a small frown. His palm slowly reaches towards his chest, he gently presses his hand down on his heart that was beating slightly faster than usual, it felt warm. He felt warm. Why did he feel warm? What did she do? Was it the smile?

"Finn?"

His head shoots up and he drops his hand, "Hm?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, unknowingly playing with his hands. He'd never felt like this before.

"Are you okay? Heart burns?" She asks, fiddling with her cast as she stares at his stiff body.

"Yeah.. that's it," he nods with a sigh, "I-I'll be going now." He turns away from her and hastily walks out of her room, straight for the front door.

He needed to get out of there, fast.

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"Soo.. where were youu?" Iris asks, a mischievous smile playing on her soft lips as she places her hand on Finn's shoulder, attempting to make a move but horribly failing, anyone in the room could tell.

"Get your filthy hands off of me, it's none of your business." He utters, his eyes cold as he flips through pages of documents. He was in no mood to play her games after the small moment at (y/n)'s house.

Almost instantly, she snaps her hand away, her eyes widened slightly, "Someone's angry," She spits rudely, narrowing her eyes at him before walking around the room "were you.. at a girl's house?" She raises a brow as she sees the curly haired boy stop for a moment before continuing.

Iris let out a small laugh, "So you were. What's her name?" She queries, a small smirk on her lips as she slowly spoke.

Of course, she didn't get an answer, and she was expecting that, but..

whoever this girl is will unfortunately be facing Iris' wrath.

No one takes her man.

Even if he was never hers to begin with.

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Iris soon found out the wretch's name was (y/n) (l/n), through her connections, of course.

What were the odds that (y/n) goes to her school? Even if Iris had lied to everyone that she had 'Gone on holiday to Italy.' she supposed now wouldn't be such a bad time to return from her trip..

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this is a bad time to upload this and i'm sorry i've disappeared for a while but i'm hopefully making a comeback and will upload more frequently now.

everyone has been asking for an update and this chapter has been sitting in my drafts for a while, all i needed to do was wrap it up.

this is heavily unedited so i'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

please comment though because it makes me happy :)