Stumbling back as she gently pushed him, Finley lightly furrowed his brows at her comment, pushing his hands inside the pockets of his costume. [color=“#b75548”]”I fck you over again? What does that mean?”[/color] Tilting his head, he let his eyes fall down, visibly checking her out. How could he not? But that was not the important thing now. Explaining himself should be his top priority now that he was standing in front of a girl he did fck over in the past and thought he wouldn’t see again.[color=”#b75548”]”I mean, I’m not really sorry and I’m not asking for your forgiveness, I just wanted to give you a nice welcome,”[/color] there was a forced smile on his lips just for a second before it faltered and he added, ”So this meant nothing.”
[color=“#b75548”]”And what am I doing here? What the fck are you doing here, in my school and this town?”[/color] Notice how he said my school? Yeah… that’s what he’d usually say and how he felt considering his father was the dean. Maybe he didn’t have many friends there simply because no one was worthy, maybe he didn’t talk to that many people and wasn’t the favorite, but he was still something in that lame school. [color=”#b75548”]”Wait, no, don’t answer… “[/color] But he quickly continued, not giving her space to react first. The corner of his lip curved into a slight smile as he slowly started circling her. [color=”#b75548”]"After I left, you stalked me because you thought we’d have more nights like the one we had and you found out I’m here soooo… you’re here. You’re lucky we’re in the same group then, forget what I said about not being sorry.”[/color] Last part he said as he found himself right in front of her again, his hands still in his pockets.
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