Chapter 13

My eyes cracked open to the sunlight flooding the room. I didn't have a hangover like usual, seeing as I didn't drink too much last night. I was too busy getting it on. I'm not sure how long Anthony and I were in that bedroom but it was long enough that we both came multiple times after many rounds. I was surprised I still had a vagina at this point.





And of course, hours latter when the party was almost completely died down, Finn was with that blonde at the base of the stairs, in a way that seemed to be awaiting my return. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at my appearance. I didn't understand him.



When my eyes fully opened, I realized I wasn't in the guest room and there was an arm around me. I sneakily removed the bare muscular arm from my waist and turned around. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it was Sam passed out on the bed.



The memories of last night came back to me. Sam had let me sleep in his bed because he claimed the others were gross because people had been fucking in them all night. He gave me a T-shirt and shorts and I was happy. It was nice of him but I had expected nothing less. I wouldn't be surprised if Sam also fucked on this bed last night, but I wouldn't ask. The less I knew the better.



Regardless, I slipped out of the room and made my way downstairs. A quick glance at the clock told me that it was noon. The kitchen had been mostly cleaned by someone thankfully. It was probably Al or Chris. They were staying the night too. Al didn't sleep in, no matter how late she was up the previous night so it was most likely her.



I reached up on my toes for a cup in the cabinet when I let out a sharp hiss while flinching. Pain shot through my core. It was definitely worth it in the moment but now I wasn't so sure. I think this is worse then when I lost my virginity.



"Didn't think Anthony was that big. Guess I was wrong."



My body tensed at the voice and turned around to see a smirking Finn leaning against the wall. I rolled my eyes and filled the glass with water from the sink.



"Here." Finn tossed me a bottle of Advil with the flick of his wrist from across the room. I caught it in my left and hand popped the cap with my thumb. "Figured you'd need that after going at in for...." He looked at the clock on his phone dramatically. "Four hours."



"Stalking me now?" I asked with a raised eyebrow and guarded tone. I was still mad at him for the fight on monday. Correction; furious is a better word.



"Nope but I finished up around 10 and I doubt you two were just chatting until 2 am when everyone was leaving." He crossed his arm and sent me a pointed look.



"It's none of your business." I spat but took the Advil he gave me anyway. I went to sit down on a stool but I winced and stood back up. Finn just looked unbelievably amused again. Damn Anthony was a good fuck but if there's a next time, it's going to be a lot shorter. I like to keep my vagina intact. I glared at the dirty blonde haired boy and he ignored it.



"You're still mad at me?"



"No shit." I said aggressively.



"Look. I was just pissed off. I didn't mean to take it out on you, but I did." He said. He didn't seem very apologetic.



"That's your apology? You'd be lucky if I ever spoke to you again." I crossed my arms and tried to comfortably lean against the counter, seeing that I wouldn't be sitting down today.



He let out a deep breath before rolling his eyes and trying again. "Fine. I took those pictures out of context and then I called you out after saying I didn't think they were bad. I still don't thing they were, you just pissed me off. I'm sorry I basically called you a whore in front of everyone. I shouldn't have done that." He met my eyes this time and seemed sorry but that wasn't enough for me. He had crossed too many lines for just that apology.



"No. This is a bigger deal than you are making it. It's a big deal because you act all nice when we're alone then you turn my words against me in public. You didn't know the relationship between the three of us before or after Andy and I started dating so you can't comment. It was the way we acted. We were flirty. Then you turn it into something bigger than it is. You know, I was starting to believe you had a sliver of niceness to you but I was incredibly wrong." I ranted. I wasn't yelling but it was obvious that there was anger in my tone.



He furrowed his brows and walked over to me, so he was standing right in front of me. "Sylvia. I'm sorry. I knew I was being a dick and I did it anyway. It was wrong of me and I admit it. I know we don't get along but I crossed a line. I won't do it again. I shouldn't have held you while you cried only to throw it back in your face a few days later. That was beyond a dick move and I sincerely hope we can go back to just mildly hating each other instead of whatever this is." Now he looked sincere.



Finn's fingertips glided over the sore spots on my neck, presumably hickeys. They trailed up my neck and under the crook of my jaw, just below my ear sending a shiver through my body. His palm cupped my face gently and forced me to look into his deep emerald eyes.



"And...." I stated, waiting for him to continue. He raised an eyebrow in confusion. "When I slapped you, you should have hit me back." My voice was defiant.



His hand stayed on my face and his voice was softer when he spoke. "I wasn't going to hit you."



"You wanted too. You should have. I'm not some prissy girl. I hit you first. Hit me back." I growled, growing annoyed.



"I'm not going to hit you Sylvia. So don't expect an apology for that. I wanted to but I wouldn't." He said. His voice was turning firm but his touch stayed soft.



I never thought I would be begging someone to apologize for not connecting their fist with my face. Odd times.



I opened my mouth to say something when the front door opened and Finn jumped away from me. I heard Al and Chris's voices but they didn't head for the kitchen. They must have gone out for food or something.



"Go take a hot bath. The team is going to the beach again at one and you probably want to be able to sit in the car." His pink lips tipped up in a small mocking smile.



I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed, but I couldn't keep my own smile at bay. "Asshole." I muttered playfully.



I pushed off the counter slowly and started to walk out of the kitchen. I paused at the threshold and turned around. "Finn?"



He turned around from the counter and looked at me. "I'm sorry for being a bitch. It was my fault too." I didn't wait for his response as I mounted the stairs to try and rid myself of my soreness.



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"I thought you were the responsible one."



I turned uncomfortably in the passenger seat to face Chris in the back seat. "What?"



"I'm just saying. If you're going to fuck for four hours, you better not be doing anything the next day. Figured you would have known that." He said nonchalantly. I glared at him and turned back around as Sam drove us four to the beach.



Al had brought me my bag from her house that had my bathing suit and clothing. It was a pair of high waisted jeans shorts that showed the bottom of my ass and a black flowy crop top.



"It's not her fault she got distracted by Anthony's dick. I heard it's pretty big." Sam said with a smile on his lips. That little bastard was doing this on purpose. "So, Sylvia. Did it live up to the expectations?"



I groaned and put my head in my hands. "I hate all three of you."



"Come on. I'm just trying to see if I set you up with the right guy. I gotta keep my information up to date." Sam teased.



I took my face out of my hands and exhaled deeply while leaning back in my seat. I can not believe he is asking me this.



"Come one, Mason. Let the poor guy know if he did his job right. Was Anothy big? Or are you just sore because he couldn't get you wet?"



I slowly tuned around to face the back seat again with my mouth open in shock. I scoffed dumbfoundedly. Finn looked like a kid in a candy store. "You're incorrigible."



He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm pretty sure he was big. She was moaning like a porn star before they even made it into the room."



I wasn't even mad. I had been friends with guys my whole life and this was just how they acted in their element. Girls would never believe the things guys say to each other. I took this as a sign of acceptance because he wasn't insulting me, more like joking with our friends in private. I could work with that.



"Well that blonde you were working on didn't seem to be quite the moaner that I am. It's okay, Griffin. No everyone is that talented." I mocked and batted my eyelashes. Sam let out an 'oh' like Finn had just gotten sent to the principles office and I smirked.



"Low blow for the girl who held eye contact with me as she got plastered against a wall. Must not have been that good." Sam and Chris let out another 'oh' but it was aimed at me this time. I'm best friends with fucking children.



"Just tell us for the love of god. Besides, you're one of us by now. We always talk about who was a good shag and who wasn't." Chris said lazily. I turned back around so I wasn't facing them anymore. I knew that's how this worked. My old team did that too but it felt different right now because I hadn't known this guys as long. Guess there was only one way to get there.



"He was a good fuck. Like a 5 1/2. Six maybe. Long stamina obviously." I said casually but my face was slightly pink.



"Damn girl, get it!" Sam said and punched the side of my arm.



"Heard he's a big bitter. Is it true?" Chris asked. I furrowed my brows and turned to face him again.



"You have a girlfriend. Who the hell told you-"



"Word gets around." Finn cut in for Chris.



"Well whoever told you that was correct. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally into it but my god. If I showed you my boobs." I said and mouthed 'all over' and gestured a two circles around my nipples. I had bite marks in circles around my breasts. Felt good in the moment, not sure about it now. Finn snorted while trying to stay serious and Chris laughed.



"I fucked Cathy Davis last night." Sam said proudly and held his fist back for both of the guys to bump which they did enthusiastically. After, he held it to me and I did it reluctantly.



"What's special about Cathy Davis?"



"She gives the best blow jobs." Finn answered. I don't want to know how he knew that.



"Hell yeah she does. Fuck Chris. You don't even understand." Chris didn't dignify Sam's statement with a response which I found rather endearing. It seems he only gossips about others not Al. I could respect that. "What about that blonde? Claire something?" Sam asked.



Finn shrugged. "Voice was too high. Fake ass too."



I smirked. "Seems someone didn't get too lucky last night."



"Oh shut it. I'm not the one who can't walk straight."



"That's a good thing, baby." I teased him.



"Uh huh. I'll believe it when you aren't grimacing every step you take."



He had me there.