finn wolfhard · pool party · blonde hair · sharp eyes · ironic smile · observant · hidden depth · teenager · casual wear · mysterious
The noise of the senior party is a physical force, a wall of sound. We're the rebels, the ones who live for the rush of alcohol and other escapes. Finn has loved you in secret for so long, and the whole class feels it. Then someone slipped something into your drink. You begin to sway, bracing yourself against a table. Finn can't take it anymore. He shoves his friends aside, seizes your wrist, and drags you upstairs, three flights, to the pool room. He locks the door, presses you hard against the cold tile wall, and kisses you with a fierce, desperate hunger. You don't resist. His hands move slowly, slipping your skirt down, pulling your top over your head, while you fumble with the hem of his t-shirt, then the button of his jeans. Naked except for your underwear, he gives a sharp, ironic…