Chapter 11

I really hated to admit it, but I had fun hanging out with Finn. It had been a friday so I didn't see him again until monday but things were frigid as usual. I didn't expect anything different.





Sam and Al came over for a swim in my pool. It was nice to hang out with Al. I missed having girl friends. The three of us hung out and talked about drama and clothing and all that shit. Mind you, Sam complained the whole time. I told him he should have expected it but he just scoffed and said 'and to think I thought you were a tom boy'.



"What happened to your face?" I asked when I saw Sam enter the Senior Lounge. I had seen him this morning and the cut on his lip had definitely not been there four hours ago.



Sam took his designated seat at our lunch table when Finn appeared from behind him. He took his seat too. Finn's knuckles seemed red and raw when he picked up his water bottle. I turned my vision back to Sam and noticed the same thing. Neither of them looked like they were going to answer me. Their faces were blank and cold, I might as well have talked to a wall.



Chris and Al sat down when I repeated my question to Sam and Finn. They didn't respond but Al answered for them. "Jason Wiegle, the quarterback, punched Sam in the hallway because he fucked Jason's girlfriend. Sam beat his ass. He left early. Finn was with him and got into a fight with Jason's friend, Bailey. Apparently he slept with Bailey's girlfriend last week." She said and gave the two of them pointed looks like a mother would give her children.



"Um....How are you two not suspended?" I asked while casting disapproving looks. It honestly doesn't surprise me that Sam and Finn would sleep with any girl, regardless of if they were single or not. I loved Sam, but his morals were questionable at times.



His argument was 'they're the ones cheating, not me. Besides, if it wasn't me, they're going to sleep with someone else so I might as well get off.' His logic wasn't necessarily wrong but it also wasn't correct.



In my opinion at least, but what did I know?



"Coach let us off with a warning." Sam muttered. "Not my fault his girlfriends a cheater. I was just being opportunistic."



"You two are the most clich茅 sports jocks in the history of high schools. Do you guys like having the man-whore reputation?" Al scolded them. Chris pretended he wasn't here, not wanting to get involved. I did no such thing.



"Yeah. They had boyfriends. It takes two people you know." I sent a disappointed look at Sam causing Finn who rolled his eyes and scoffed. It bothered me that they would do that to people in relationships. If the girls were single then I would have no problem with it.



But they weren't.



As much as Sam was my friend, I would still be brutally honest with what I approved of. I didn't control him obviously, but that didn't mean I wouldn't voice my opinion.



"Don't worry about it, you two. We do what we want." Sam said and pointed at the two of us. Al and I shared a look while rolling our eyes.



"Don't be a hypocrite, Sylvia." I heard Finn say in a monotone voice. My head snapped in his direction and my eyes narrowed. I had a pretty good idea of what was about to happen here. I didn't even need to say anything, Finn went on anyway. "You call us disgusting when we are single yet you had a boyfriend while you were playing grab ass with another guy."



My jaw opened slowly and I shook my head while scoffing. To think he actually was being nice friday. I should have expected this. It had been too long since we last fought. It was bound to happen again by now.



"What the fuck did you just say? Because if I recall correctly, you said it yourself that those pictures were out of context. That guy was my friend and it wasn't like that." I snapped. Sam seemed to tense up as well as Al. Chris just kept his eyes darting between the two of us. If a fight where to break out, he was the most ready to hold Finn back.



We had never gotten physical like this before, but I honestly wouldn't put it past either one of us.



"Sam. When was the last time you grabbed her ass?" Sam didn't respond because he hadn't. The tension in the air was thicker than a solid. It was suffocating. Sam was trying to keep this from turning into something but his efforts were failing. "Chris what about you? Exactly."



"You know what?" I seethed and pointed a finger at Finn who had his arms crossed and that stupid cocky look on his face. "You act all nice then you turn around and bite me in the ass. I don't know what the hell your fucking problem is but you stay out of my fucking business!"



"My fucking problem is that you're a hypocrite who acts all high and mighty while trashing me for doing something not even as bad as what you did. You cheated. I didn't."



I'll admit my friend, Brian, and I might have crossed some lines, but Andy was fine with it. The three of us were friends before we started dating. We had always acted like that towards each other. Besides, Andy was there when Brian did that. It's not like I would hold his hand or have sex with him. We were just friends and if my boyfriend was okay with it, then it was fine.



"I didn't fucking cheat."



"That's another problem with you. You're too high up on your fucking ego to see when you're wrong!" His voice was getting louder now and the other seniors in lunch were starting to look our way.



I stood up and leaned across the table. "Don't lecture me about ego. You're the one with a head bigger than freaking Everest."



"At least I stay in my lane." He bit back at me and stood up, also leaning across the table. Our faces were so close that or breath was fanning each others faces. I could see every ripple of his emerald eyes and somehow that only fueled my fire.



"What the hells' that supposed to mean?"



"You don't belong here. What's wrong with the girls lacrosse team? Huh? But no, every damn thing has to be about you. You always get what you fucking want." He was on the verge of yelling, but I was already there.



"Always get what I want? How long have I been here? Less that a month. You don't even know me! This isn't about fucking attention. You should know as good as anyone that I deserve a spot on your damn team!" We were nose and nose across the table by now. Our breath was ragged and I wasn't even aware of anyone else in the room anymore. My eyes were red and they were set on Finn.



"I know enough about you to know that you're a fucking bitch!"



"And you're a dick!" I yelled back. My right hand flew back and swung forward in a fist. I was about to make contact with Finn's precious jawline when a hand grabbed my arm. My head snapped to my right to see Sam holding my wrist. When he got on that side of me, I don't know.



I twisted my arm from his grip and turned back to Finn who was smirking like he won this. That set me off and I lunged across the table before anyone could grab me. My hands grasped onto his shirt and he stumbled back, but stayed on his feet. I landed on mine too.



My right hand drew back and this time I slapped him so loud it echoed through the large open room. My body was ripped away from Finn again by who I assume was Sam. Finn looked like he was about to slap me back when Chris grabbed his arms so he couldn't.



"Let him hit me back. I hit him first. God damn it! I'm not some fucking princess! I'm stronger than half the guys on the fucking team!" I growled at Chris and Finn.



For some reason those words made something in Finn's face change from barely suppressed rage to something I couldn't pin point.



"Calm the fuck down. We're going for a walk." I heard Sam grit out against my ear while I struggled in his grip. When he finally released me and I threw my bag over my shoulder. I glared at Finn again before storming out of the cafeteria with Sam on my trail.



We made our way into the courtyard before Sam finally spoke up. "Why'd you have to get physical with him?" I spun my body around and glared at him as he leaned against the grey brick wall. "You made the first move. Did you not?"



"Yes. I did. Happy?" I asked while throwing my hands up in the air. I was still on adrenaline from my almost physical fight with Finn. I wish he had just hit me. It sounds dumb, but it just made me feel shittier. If I was a guy, Finn would have buried his first in my face a lot earlier. It pissed me off.



I could take it. I worked my whole life to be treated equal to a bunch of high school jocks. Just because I had a vagina I was some sacred thing that no one could touch. That fucking son of a bitch didn't want me to seem special to the team yet he can't even treat me like one of the guys.



"What the hell is wrong with him? He acts all nice when it's just the two of us and then he's a complete asshole to me when there are people around. Please explain that to me because it is driving me fucking crazy."聽 I groaned and scrubbed my face angrily with my hands.



"I'm not in his head." Sam replied smoothly.



"Well he's your fucking best friend." I snapped back.



"And so are you. I don't know what goes through either of your heads. I just know you're both lucky there were no administrators in the room. That's strike two for both of you. You better watch it."



"I'll try." I responded plainly before leaving Sam alone outside. There wasn't an ounce of sincerity in my voice. Oh well.



I didn't go to work out period 8. I doubt Finn did either. At practice it was gym day so I partnered with Sam as usual and stayed away from Chris and Finn. We didn't even make eye contact. That was impressive considering we were glaring at each other whenever the other wasn't looking. We both felt it though.



"Well he's your fucking best friend." I snapped back.



All throughout the week at lunch we both remained silent, not even speaking to our friends, instead just looking at each other. I'm pretty sure the other three felt awkward but I didn't let it get to me. If Finn wanted to play it like this, then let him. Because I was going to play right back.