FINN
"Why did you drag me here?" I ask Jack after the bartender passes me my second drink.
"It's nice to have a change of space," he replies.
"Your excuses are turning lamer by the second," I say and take a sip of my drink.
We're currently at a club. The same club where I caught Bree almost get dragged somewhere by a filthy man. Also where I broke his nose but we don't need to focus on that.
Jack didn't give me a proper explanation as to why we're here. His excuses have been changing every time I ask him.
I wanted to drink with a friend.
It's nice to hang out with your friends.
We should go out more.
We don't hang out often.
Which is such a lie. Us five are the only friends we have. And from that, three of us are always out. Being irresponsible as Ryan likes to put it.
"Why are we here?" I ask again because we've done nothing but drink for the past thirty minutes.
"Do I need a reason to hang out with you?"
"Yes,"
I feel him make a face at me but I don't look at him as I finish my drink.
"Where are they?" I hear Jack mutter. I steal a glance at him and catch him looking at his phone.
"Who?"
Jack hides his phone and looks at me, "no one," he grins.
"Who- I swear if you're setting me up on a hook up with someone again like last time. I am going to kill you," it happened months ago, this idiot lied saying he's taking me out to drink for fun and made me sit through an uncomfortable drinking session with a woman.
I don't even remember her face, let alone her name.
"First of all, it was a double blind date and second of all, you said she was fun!"
"I never said that! You said it to make me stay,"
"Oh, right,"
"I'm leaving,"
"Don't-"
I get up from my seat and my feet come to a halt when two familiar faces walk into the club.
One of them being a beautiful brunette, dressed in a strapless black dress which fits her curves perfectly, stopping beneath her knees. Her feet are dressed in black heels. She left her hair down, letting it cover her shoulders.
In such a huge crowd, she still manages to stand out in the most beautiful way possible.
God, why her? Why her when I can't have her?
She's everything I want but can't have. The woman who occupies my dreams.
I force myself to breathe when she and Rose- who is dressed in her signature red off the shoulder dress with red heels, her hair tied in a high ponytail- reach us.
"Took you two long enough," Jack says, "Bree, pay for my drinks,"
"I will, don't worry," Bree tells him. Rose takes her seat where I was formerly sitting.
"I thought you didn't like clubs," I say to Bree when Jack busies himself in ordering another drink.
"I don't," she says, doing her best not to look directly at me, "but I wanted to come out here... to have fun?"
The side of my lips lift in amusement, "I see excuses don't run in the family," I rest my elbow on the bar, leaning on it as I stare at her features.
"Not quite."
"So, what 'fun' activity do you plan on doing?"
Her cheeks turn a shade of pink which would be hard to notice for anyone else but to me, whenever it comes to Bree, I notice the slightest things without wanting to.
"Depends on how tonight goes," she quietly says and turns her head, locking her brown gaze with mine.
The world around us continues to move as Bree and I keep our gazes locked.
For too long.
I can hear Rose and Jack bickering behind me but their voices are a blur. The crowd around us loses my focus. Bree and I are only a foot away and I can feel the nervous rise and fall of her chest, see the hesitation and fear in her eyes.
"What are you doing here, Bree?" I quietly ask.
She swallows visibly, "you never answered my question,"
She doesn't need to elaborate for me to understand what she means.
I straighten from my position, "my answer doesn't matter," I say and pay for my drink.
"It does matter," Bree says, taking a step forward, "I want to know,"
"You don't,"
I step away from her and start making my way towards the exit of the club, shoving my hands into my pocket.
I want to know.
I chuckle to myself. Bree is a curious person, she went through the trouble to make Jack drag me here to make me answer the question.
I'm not risking her avoid me-
I halt in my steps when Bree rushes forward and blocks my way. I blink at her.
"What-"
"What if she does like you?" She cuts me off, "what if she does like you but she didn't show it because she never considered you'd ever like her. That you'd ever be interested in her."
I stare at her.
I swear for a moment I thought she was explaining herself...
I internally shake my head.
"Step aside, Bree."
"No. Not till you answer me."
"Step aside, Bree." I repeat, "please."
"Why are you avoiding the question when I genuinely want to know?"
"Why are you so obsessed with this question?"
"I have my reasons,"
My hands form a fist in my pocket, "And I have mine."
"I want to know those reasons."
I sigh, "Bree, you won't get anything from my answer,"
"You don't know that,"
My jaw clenches.
"Answer me, Finn-"
"It's you."