New chapter is here! I find this chapter kind of depressing and angsty, soooo brace yourselves. I'm aiming for maybe a total of ten or eleven chapters, and it's only going to get more angsty :) I haven't decided on a happy ending or not. Anyway, enjoy!
"No Finn, just stop it!" Megan yelled at him, almost circling him.
Finn tried to speak, but she cut him off again "You can't look me in the eye and say you don't have feelings for Quinn! I know you're cheating on me with her! I heard all about how you had drunk sex with her two weeks ago in Oakland!"
Finn hated being yelled at. He yelled back,
"What the hell Megan? I took her back to her hotel room because she was drunk and went back to my own room, alone! I'm not a cheater! I don't have feelings for Quinn!"
Megan shook her head, angry now "You're lying to me! I know you cheated on me! Stop it! You obviously can't handle going somewhere there are other pretty girls!"
Finn frowned deeply, and coldly replied "If you can't trust me to be around girls without cheating on you, I don't think this is going to work out, Megan. We're done."
Tears began to run from Megan's eyes, as she spoke, starting to leave from the dorm, "I love you, Finn. You are going to regret this."
The look on her face broke Finn's heart. He couldn't stand hurting girls like that. As she was opening the door, he called "Megan, wait! Don't go! I…I..love you too. I'm just so frustrated that you can't trust me around other girls, and that you're accusing me of being in love with other girls."
Megan turned to face him, and he enveloped her in a hug, but inside his heart did not feel right. That was the first time he had said those words to Megan. It should've felt right. He should've felt those things that he said he felt.
His girlfriend pushed him away for a moment, and said "Just..just tell me what happened in Oakland."
Finn frowned again and he said, quietly "I was at a bar with the team and the cheerleaders, and Quinn got so drunk to the point where she couldn't stand. I took her back to her room, and then I went back to my hotel room and went to bed, because it was really late. Then I got on a plane and came back to my girlfriend."
Megan nodded, and finally began to return his hug.
His heart ached.
Winter's final grabs at the weather finally faded away, and the dull gray skies developed into the bright blue of spring time. The trees flourished with new life, and spring break fast approached.
Spring Break Destination: Bridgetown, Barbados
Two weeks of partying, surfing, drinking, waking up with a different girl almost every day, having a good time. Finn couldn't wait.
Megan had finally gone, their relationship finally crumbled. She was crazy, Finn had decided.
He had felt some what freer with the cheery volleyball player gone, but the chronic loneliness had returned quickly.
But his thoughts were unimportant as Jake sat on his couch, playing a video game that Finn was determined to win.
As Finn finally pulled out in front, Jake came out from behind and snuck across the finish line ahead of Finn. Jake laughed, as Finn dropped his controller, and snorted.
"Good game, bro." Jake said, laughing. Finn shrugged and replied "Yeah whatever". Jake yawned and stretched out his arms, then said, suddenly serious, "Hey Finn, I want your opinion on something kinda big".
Finn shrugged again, and said "Shoot."
Jake looked away for a moment, and then said "So you know how me and Quinn have been dating for like 8 or 9 months now?" Finn nodded, ignoring the pang that appeared in his chest. "I think I'm gonna propose to her. I love her, and once we get outta this place we can get married and start a life together. Whattaya think?"
Finn's heart quietly ripped itself to pieces, and fluttered lightly to the bottom of an endless pit.
Without a hint of emotion in his voice, he said "Go for it, I'm sure you two will be very happy together." Jake raised an eyebrow at Finn, but he said "Thanks man, that means a lot. She told me how you guys dated back in high school and this is really cool of you".
"Hey, no sweat, that was a long time ago, anyway. Did I not just have a month-long relationship with a hot volleyball player? I'm pretty sure I've moved on." Finn said, almost joking. Jake nodded, and laughed a little.
A tense silence filled the room, but it was broken down by the entry of Zach, who yelled as he opened the door "Barbados, bitches! Time to pack my brothers! Stop this moping and get your selves ready for two weeks of madness!"
Finn smiled a little, but he was dead inside.
Jake nodded, and clasped hands with Zach. He said "Later guys, I should probably go pack too, since we're leaving like in a few hours."
Finn paid no attention as he left, and once Jake had shut the door, Zach raised an eyebrow at Finn, and asked "What up, bro? You pissed at Jake or something?" Finn shrugged, and said "Nah, just tired. I'm gonna go pack, we've got like two hours, right?" Zach nodded, as Finn disappeared.
Music pounded throughout the night air. The sound of the waves hitting the beach meshed nicely with the blaring music. A bonfire raged in the center of what had become a huge party.
Drinks were all around, girls, guys, people Finn had never even seen before, but he didn't care.
A slutty redhead danced with him, and he had a beer in his hand, the fifth or sixth of the night. He laughed as some drunk idiot tried to jump over the bonfire, who landed screaming on the ground. It was madness.
He took another long drink from his beer, and announced to the redhead, "Do you just wanna, like, get.. out of here?"
The girl smiled, and said "Sorry, but I've got like, a boyfriend." Finn raised an eyebrow, and took another drink of his beer. The girl motioned behind him, but Finn did not follow. The world started to shake a little, and Finn spun around confused.
The rest of the party was still raging, no one noticed the swaying young man. He turned back to the girl, and suddenly stumbled forwards. His face hit hers, his mouth mashing against hers.
Someone tapped his shoulder, and Finn spun around, to meet the bottle that smashed into his face, shattering.
The world turned dark, as he fell to the ground, the last thing in his eyes, a horrified Quinn Fabray staring at him as his head hit the sandy ground.
The sun light pierced Finn's eyes, as he opened them. He moaned as a massive headache attacked his head.
A voice cut through his pain for a moment "Welcome back, bro." Finn turned his head to the left, avoiding the stinging sensation on the right side of his face. "Zach?" he asked.
Zach laughed a little, and said "Who else, bro?" Finn rubbed his forehead lightly, grimacing, and then asked "What...happened? Where are we?"
His friend yawned, and put his arms behind his head, then said "We are back at the hotel. Last night was a rager. You got so drunk that you started hitting on some girl and her boyfriend took you down with a beer bottle. You were knocked out and bleeding up so we got you back here. You were muttering some crazy shit about a cheerleader, and then you were out cold till now."
Finn pushed himself up a little, and rubbed the bandaged side of his face that stung. Then he said, "That explains a lot. What…what time is it?"
Bringing out his phone, Zach looked down, away from the televison, and replied "1:19. Once you get dressed and cleaned up, let's hit the beach and get some surfing in."
Finn frowned, and said "Whatever. Maybe the ocean will help the cuts on my face, they burn." Zach grinned, and said "Now there's the best friend of mine who's been missing for weeks now." Finn grinned back, as he started moving out of his bed, getting dressed. The hangover would go away, anyway.
An hour and a half later, Finn lay on his board, floating, scanning the moving ocean. The waves were disappointing so far. Light waves pattered on his board, as he paddled over another, unsuitable wave.
And then suddenly, it came. "ZACH! YOU READY?" Finn shouted to his friend, who was a few hundred feet away. "YOU KNOW IT, the reply, as Finn readied himself for the massive wave that was moving in, ominous in its look.
He let it pull him in, and paddled fiercely, turning himself around, as the wave closed in. He pushed himself up, and Finn was in. He dipped his hand into the wave wall, laughing like a child as he felt the adrenaline rush through his veins. He felt so alive, despite being dead inside.
The barrel began to close in, and Finn pushed himself out of the fading wave. He did not look back.
When the motion finally stopped, Finn went under, and kicked himself up, off the ocean floor back to the surface. More waves were coming but he was done for now, he was tired and it was time to eat.
A barbeque was in full swing on the beach, but no alcohol, thankfully. The booze came out after dark. Stepping out of the waves, and onto the beach, Finn swung his surfboard under his arm, and shook his head, the water and sand flying out of slightly.
Once he was far enough into the beach, he stuck his board into the sand, along with several other boards that rested there. Next task, food. There was a burger line, and Finn headed straight for it. He loaded up on fries, and a large burger. It looked delicious.
But eating had to wait, as a soft voice called out, "Finn!" Finn turned around, to see a bikini-clad Quinn looking at him, obviously the one who had called to him. He set his food down on a table, and smiled a little, as he approached her, and said "What's up?" She smiled at him, but his heart showed no sign of returning from the endless pit.
"I saw what happened to you last night, I was worried for you", she said. Finn shrugged a little, and replied "I don't really handle myself well with alcohol." Quinn chuckled a little, and replied "Well, no one does, I don't think you're guilty of anything."
Finn forced a smile, and Quinn frowned. "Are you okay, Finn? You look kind of…tense." He shrugged again, and said "I'm fine. Listen, I'm gonna go eat now, I'm starving. I'll see you around, Quinn." He turned his back on the girl, and walked away.
Quinn watched him go, and shifted on her feet uneasily, before calling out, "Finn, wait!" He stopped, and turned on his heels, to face Quinn. She ran over to him, and then stopped, inches away. Finn asked, slightly annoyed, "What do you want Quinn?"
The blonde looked up at him, carefully, and then reached up, and kissed him.
Finn backed away, and said, a tear forming in his eye "Stop, Quinn, we can't do this…as much as I want to. Jake…he told me that he is going to propose to you…and…and I don't want to ruin your chances at happiness." Quinn backed away as well, a hand over her mouth. She rubbed her eyes a little, then said "You're…you're right. Let's not talk about this again." Finn nodded in agreement.
Their conversation over, Finn turned to walk away, when Quinn said, softly "I'm not going to marry Jake, Finn." He reached his burger, and took a bite, trying not to look as Quinn walked off.
Finn's head swirled with confusion, as he sat down, with a few of his friends. Things were only stranger then ever.