“what the hell are we? tell me we aren’t just friends?!”

you and finney were classmates, and ofc bestfriends.

you loved him and he loved you, he was your partner in crime. but you two were both in denial about your feelings for eachother.

today was no different than the ordinary — boring classes and teachers, but today in science the teacher paired you up with a random guy instead of finney, like you usually did.

finney couldn’t help but get jealous.