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Finn took in Chop's expression, which was dead pan serious, before he doubled over into hysterics, "Y'.. Y' what!?" Finn spoke through laughter, clutching his stomach. Chop frowned, "Oi, it's not fuckin' funny! It's proper serious!" Finn, laughter calming down, stood upright, "Oh, c'mon, mate. Can't be that bad", in which Chop gave him a look, which caused Finn to smirk, "Is it really that bad?" Chop then nodded, sighing. Finn then moved his jaw side to side, unsure of what to say; he was never one for helping out - he was awkward like that.
There was a pause before Chop asked, "Is.. Is it common, d'ya reckon?" Finn nodded, "Yeh! Happens to loads of men, read in some magazine of Chloe's like ages ago about some girl's fella unable to get it up for ages. He had to go the doctor's and they gave him a pill and he was soon alright!" Chop chewed the inside of his cheek before asking, "Mate will y'... Will y' come the doctor's wi' me?" Finn, trying to surpass another smirk and laugh, nodded, "'Course, mate!" He gave Chop a friendly pat on the back, in which Chop beamed, "Aw nice one, man! But listen we can't tell no one, not even Rae", From Finn's look Chop continued, "Well y'know what girls are like! Look, we'll just go the doctor's and see what happens", in which Finn nodded, "Alright, man. Well, listen my first lesson's soon so just ring me later yeh? We'll sort somethin'"
Chop nodded before Finn asked, nodding towards the door, "Y' comin'?" Chop shook his head, "Nah, need a piss. But, I'll catch up yeh?"
Finn nodded and left the toilets, walking back into the common room; to find Al now sitting in his place. He felt slightly annoyed at how Rae had let him take Finn's place, but he pushed it aside taking place where Izzy once sat. Finn propped his feet up on a bean bag and linked his hands across his tummy. "Where's Iz?" Asked Finn with a raised eyebrow, in which Rae piped up, "Toilets", "Fair do's".
Finn took note of how Rae and Al were sat, Al laid across the couch on his back with his head laid upon her lap. Rae had one arm laid across his chest, whilst her other hand was occupied with Al's hair. Finn felt a pang of something he could not quite describe, it most definitely wasn't jealousy; as there was nothing to be jealous of. But it was something strong, something that made him angry and want to storm out; but instead he awkwardly scratched the back of his ear; trying to shrug his anger and thoughts away.
Breaking his thoughts, Al asked "So, what are y' doing tonight man?" "Gotta go see my dad over something, so I'll probably go see him and have a drink with him or somethin'", Finn shrugged as if it weren't bothering him, but in completely honesty; he was a nervous wreck. He always was whenever he had to go see him, and Rae knew that. But she decided to keep quiet.
"What about y' two, another night of adventure?" Al laughed "Nah, definitely not. Shoulder's too sore, I'm gonna be a good boy and stay in tonight". Finn forced a laugh. Rae checked the clock on the wall, to see they had ten minutes before phycology. "Right, it's 9:20, we've got ten minutes to get a move on". Al sighed "I swear, y' always panic about getting there early. Have y' never been late at least once?" She shook her head "And I'm not starting now, now get up". Al huffed playfully as he sat up, all three rose to their feet.
Students began to scatter out the common room, along with Al, Finn and Rae. Just as the three got halfway down the corridor, Al paused "Ah shit, I've forgot me bag. Y' two go and I'll catch up". Rae and Finn then continued to lesson, whilst Al returned to the commons for his bag.
As they continued to walk, Rae noticed Finn was quieter than usual "Finn, are y' alright?" He nodded, not making eye contact. Refusing to, in fact. "Y' sure? Because usually by now ya'd be complaining about how much y' hate Kathryn and the whole subject of phycology and how y' think it's pointless, even though y' picked to study it". He half smiled, but it didn't satisfy her as she continue to press "Is it about tonight, with ye dad?" He nodded "I'm just nervous, that's all". He mumbled. "I know, y' always are. If it makes y' feel better, I'll come with y'". He snapped, "N-no, it's fine. I can handle him myself, I'll be ok. I promise". She folded her arms "Finn".
"Rae", He mocked her tone. She rolled her eyes "Just promise me y'll be ok". He sighed, stopped, stood in front of her and rested his hands on the back of her neck; his eyes boring into hers - earning a few glares from people as they rushed past to get to lesson "I, Finn Patrick Nelson, promise you, Rachael Louise Earl that I'll be fine". Before he kissed her forehead softly, as he pulled away they shared a small smile before he nodded in the direction down the hall "Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea I suggest we go. Don't wanna be late now, do y'?" She scoffed and nudged her shoulder into him; the pair then wandered off to class.
Not realizing Al had been watching from the other end of the corridor, he glared and his teeth gritted together. For Finn's sake, that better had been just a friendly comfort gesture.
But then again, with Finn…
It never was.
College was slower than ever, which Finn was grateful for but soon a wave of nerves crashed over him as soon as the clock hit four. He wasn't meeting his dad till 8, so a pint with the gang in the pub from six till half seven was a definite yes; a snakebite and black would be the perfect thing to calm his ever growing nerves.
It was just getting to half five, Finn and Chloe were in their bedroom - well when it's written as 'their's' It really was Finn's but Chloe stayed there that often, so it may as well have been their's. Chloe was all dressed to the 9s, as per, she wore a cropped, plain black top, light denim high waisted jeans that were rolled up at the bottom, her feet bare as her shoes would be decided later. Chloe stood in front of the body length mirror that was on the inside of Finn's wardrobe, putting mascara on her never ending lashes.
Finn sat on his bed in midst of putting on his Converse, watching Chloe. He couldn't help but smile at Chloe's "Make up" Face. Basically, whenever she would put on mascara her mouth would drop into an 'O' Shape and her face would transform into a gormless expression - resembling a fish, Finn often told her. He couldn't deny that Chloe was stunning, cat like green eyes, soft skin - despite one or two spots - thick strands of golden brown hair that reached just below her waist and always smelt of strawberries, legs that seemed to go on for miles and a pert chest that Finn often loved to kiss and bite. He did love her, but not in the way he loved Rae. He loved Chloe like a friend, he couldn't get past just fancying on a girlfriend level. That's all it was with Chloe; looks, other than that she was boring and annoying. Sure, she could be lovely, caring, funny and understanding when she wanted but most of the time; he wanted to kick her teeth in. If it weren't for her being so good in bed and knowing what the off-side rule was, Finn would've got rid of her a year ago as her and Finn were abeit opposites. Finn didn't completely dislike her as a person, otherwise he wouldn't be with her, it was just one or two faults to her that niggled at his stomach but they were easy to shrug away as he was no Leonardo DiCaprio himself.
"Finn!" He snapped his attention to Chloe, who was now facing him and holding her arms out before throwing them up in annoyance. "Huh?" He asked, dazed. She rolled her eyes before giving him a small but cocky smile aka "The Chloe Smile", as she asked, "I said, what d'ya think?" Now finished putting on his shoes, he rested his elbows on his knees as he slumped forward and shrugged as he looked her up and down "S'nice", She gave him a look, "Nice? That's it?" He frowned, sitting upright, "Yeah, s'nice. Why?" Her shoulders slumped with disappointment before she shook her head and turned back to the mirror, now putting on her lipgloss.
She jumped as she felt his arms slip around her mid section and his chin rest on her shoulder, she hadn't even heard him move off the bed. He sang in her ear, "Chloooeee", As he nipped at her earlobe, in an attempt to win her over; which it always did. This time she stuck her ground, wiping away some excess lip gloss before she mocked, "Whaaat?" "Y' look beautiful, y' always do. Y' don't need to hear me say it every time we go out", She rolled her eyes before putting the lipgloss wand back into the tube and turned to him, her hands resting on his chest and his hands linked together as they rested on the small of her back.
"Look, I'm sorry for bein' so... I dunno... Whingy lately, it's just I 'aven't been feelin' confident lately and I just..." She looked down, in which he gave a sneaky eyeroll; knowing what was coming. She looked back up, crocodile tears fell down her cheeks before she sniffed and laughed a little as she wiped them away on the back of her hand, "Sorry, sorry. I must be doin' y' 'ead in", He gave a small smile, giving her a soft peck on her lips before he rested his forehead on her's, "Chloe, listen to me. Y' look beautiful in anything, y' could wear a fuckin' binbag and I'd still wanna shag y'", She gave a laugh before smiling, satisfied with his words, "I love you", She gave him a soft kiss and he mumbled into her lips, "Y' too", Never being able to say the full sentence.
He then pressed, wanting more; which she happily reciprocated. He then slid his hands to her hips and walked backwards as he lead them both over to the bed, as soon the back of his knees hit the bed; he sat down and pulled her onto him. She straddled him and slid her arms around his neck as his slid around her back and rested at the top of her arse. He reconnected their lips once more, slipping his tonuge into her mouth and nipping at her lip. He felt her heat radiate against the seam of his jeans and his crotch lining tighten. His hand slipped up her back and his fingers just reached her bra, when the phone rang. She went to pull away when he caught her lips and mumbled, "Leave it", "I can't, wha' if it's important?" She then pulled away, climbed off his lap and left.
His penis throbbed against his jeans and he huffed, throwing himself backwards as he felt his pulse race. His thoughts were all jumbled as his hormones took over when a flash of raven hair and hazel eyes corrupted his mind. He shot his eyes open and frowned, where the hell were these thoughts coming from?
