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Finney Blake was… well, he wasn’t normal, but he wasn’t that weird. Was he always bullied? Yes. Did he have friends? …No. But! That is different! As Gwen says; “people aren’t used to your brilliance”. That helped Finney feel better. When he went through that depressing period of his life (that every teenager goes through, Finney is sure of it), Gwen helped him through all the really bad moments! For example, right now.
“You wanna die?” Gwen scoffed. “As if you actually could. You’re too much of a coward. And it’s 8:00 at night,” Finney’s arms tensed. Shoving his head further into his arms. Practically turning into a ball. Then, Gwen continues. “Plus, you wouldn’t wanna leave wittle old me, would ya?” Finney rolled his eyes, lifting up his hands to brush the tears off his cheeks. “C’mon Finn, let’s get you ready for bed.”
But that’s just the thing. Finney was the person who was supposed to lead Gwen to bed. Finney was the person who was supposed to tuck Gwen into bed and say goodnight. Finney was supposed to be the person who would replace his ‘dad’. But, Finney was the one who was stuck being the sad, depressive one who was unable to do anything. “Finney?” Oh. Yeah, right. Gwen. “Coming.”
Finney quickly scampered from Gwen’s room to his own, a smile slowly finding its way to his face as he saw the light-up stars on his ceiling. That’s the thing. He was a huge space geek. Ask him one question about science, and he’ll basically never shut up. He could spend months explaining stellar astronomy or what a supernova remnant is. Finney was practically the only one in his small town that actually cared about space, and he took pride in it. Testing rockets and on the lucky day, visiting old man Chistopher and watching planets from his telescope. Oh, he’s ranting in his mind again. “Thanks.” He quickly murmurs to Gwen, slowly moving into his bed. “You should sleep too.”
“I know.”
Waking up was the hard part. Finney was a morning person. So, waking up at 6:40 on a Monday was not his greatest achievement. In fact, it was one of his worst. Slowly, FInney moved around, groggily opening his eyes to his alarm clock. Viewing the time, he woke straight up. “Shit!”
Finney basically ran to school that day. It wasn’t fun. Practically huffing into homeroom, he muttered out a small “sorry” and went to sit down near the back of the classroom.
Then, Finney was suddenly running to the bathroom, three people trailing behind him. “Shit. Shiiiit.. Shit shit shit” Finney muttered under his breath, hoping, praying for the bullies to lay off of him for just one day. But then, he heard the door opening, and three sets of feet running into the bathroom, and Finney knew he was screwed. But, it wasn’t his bullies voices. Rather, some random voices? Who? Looking through the crack of the door, the people were…
Vance ‘Pinball’ Hopper? Okay. That’s worse. Way worse. And… Robin Arellano?! Bruce Yamada?! He’s screwed. Yeah. Okay. Great. Finney wasn’t worried about Bruce, he wasn’t able to beat people up. But, Robin and Vance? They were able to beat year 12’s up! Though, Finney was still scared shitless of all three of them. And they were in the bathroom. With him. Wow. This day is going so well already!
Finney prayed to whatever God was up there, that they could somehow bless him with luck and leave this bathroom without a beat up face. Maybe even leave the bathroom at all. But Finney’s thoughts were paused as he heard a voice. “Whoever is in that last stall, come out.” Fuuuuck. FInney’s screwed. The door unlocked and Finney shuffled his way out of the stall. “Listen I’m really sorry- I didn’t mean to,” Finney stumbled over his words, staring at his shoes like they were the most important things in the world.
Finney could see shoes close to his. His breath hitched. “You do know this bathroom is ours, right?” The second voice said. That was probably Robin. Wait- the bathroom? Oh. Finney gulped “Well- I was running away from-” The voice sighed. “Bullies?”
“...Yeah”
“Just don’t come back.”
Finney nodded and bolted out of the bathroom.
“Why didn’t you beat him up?” A calm voice asked. “Like- don’t get me wrong, but wasn’t a rule that you two established, and I quote ‘beat up any bitches that come into our bathroom’?”
Silence encompassed the room. “He’s cute.” Vance scoffed, and Bruce let out a squeak. “OH MY GOD!!!” Bruce practically yelled. “YOU ACTUALLY-” Robin shoved his hand across Bruce’s mouth. “...Shut up.” Robin muttered, face quickly turning a shade of pink Bruce had yet to ever see on his friend’s face.
Finney thanked the lords above for whatever the hell that just was. How was Finney that lucky? Quickly scampering through the bustling halls of Finney’s dear school, he was curious. Why did the Robin Arellano not beat his ass ‘till he was black and blue? Robin was notorious for never backing down from a battle. Why was today different? Oh. Shit. Again, Finney was stuck in his mind.
Finney will admit, thinking – or overthinking, as Gwen likes to put it, was one of Finney’s strong suits. Ever since… the incident, Finney was not considered normal. By any standards. He would mainly roam the halls of his primary school, mourning the death of his late mother. Anyways, off-topic. Finney quickly returned to his little corner, a beautiful spot right near the front of the school. A grass patch that everybody knew to stay away from. A grass patch that was inviting, with a singular tree providing just the perfect amount of both sunlight and shade. Sitting down and closing his eyes, Finney began to think again.