Xavier
“You told Lacey to do what?” Finn shouts over the deafening music, glowering at Theo as though he’s debating on letting him keep his balls. Being an unpleasant asshole is Finn’s MO these days, courtesy of his broken heart, but drunk Finn?
Theo is in for a treat.
“Look, man, I fucked up.” Theo holds his hands up. “I shouldn’t have told Lacey to invite whoever she wanted, but how was I supposed to know she’d invite Dia?”
“Gee, that’s a tough one. Maybe try using your fucking brain?” Finn leaps to his feet, crowding every inch of Theo’s space. “You know they’re friends. What the hell were you thinking?”
Theo’s fists contract, and he inhales noisily to keep his rage in line. “I said I was fucking sorry. What else do you want me to do, Richards? Uninvite them?”
Axel and I swap “should we intervene” glances from across the packed living room. Finn and Theo are equal in strength, our half drunk arm-wrestling tournaments last month can attest to that. I’d rather not see them in a fight. That shit would last for hours.
“Damn it, Cox, I don’t need my old plaything lurking around while I’m recruiting new pussy!” Finn snarls.
I almost laugh.
Fucker isn’t fooling anyone.
Finn’s been such a wreck over Dia this past week everyone and their grandma know the only pussy he could ever want to “recruit” is hers. He thinks he’s so smooth, pretending like he doesn’t want her here, but I’d be willing to bet he was actually hoping Theo would invite her tonight.
He’s the one who asked Theo to host the party in the first place. Dia will definitely have him begging for a second chance before the party’s over. The guy’s completely whipped, but he’d rather slam his meat in a car door than admit it. I’ve never, in the many years I’ve known him, seen Finn wantto chase a girl like this. Key word: want to,because he’s not letting himself do it.
Of course not.
Too much pride up in this bitch.
He showed up at Dia’s house last weekend, and she turned him down. Any normal guy would keep trying after that but not Finley Richards. Nope. Finn thought it’d be a better idea to start avoiding her like the plague.
Call it a bruised ego or complete incapacity to deal with basic emotions. Whatever it is, it’s got Finn trying to convince himself that he never cared about her anyway.
He won’t even tell Dia that he didn’t cheat on her. He swore it on his life, and normally I’d call BS, but the look on his face after she left with Vee that night? I believe him.
Although I can’t blame Dia for thinking otherwise.
The evidence is pretty damning.
Every time I ask him why he won’t just get over himself and tell her the truth, he spins me a bunch of crap about how he had his fun with Dia, but he’s bored of her now. It’s like he thinks needing her, or anyone, is above him or some shit.
But I know my dickhead of a best friend, and while I’m sure in Finn’s trauma-plagued little world there’s a good explanation for this, he’s going to have to grow up and start acting like a normal person soon.
Before he loses the only girl who can put up with him.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Finn fumes at something in the distance.
My head jerks back.
I spot Dia, Lacey, and Aveena stumbling through the front door clutching vodka bottles. They already look wasted, well, except for Vee. Girl looks painfully sober.
As always.
“Yep, I’m out.” Finn collects his liquor bottle off the couch, throws back a long sip, and dissolves into the crowd of party animals. Doubt we’ll be seeing him much tonight.
As soon as hurricane Finn’s cleared, Axel ditches the girl he was hitting on by the spiked punch and makes his way over to snatch Finn’s seat. Theo mirrors his actions, plopping down on the leather couch. He feels shitty about the Dia thing, I can tell.
“He’ll get over it,” I tell him.
Theo gives a small nod, not convinced.