His jaw goes slack for a moment.
“I should’ve let them catch you,” he spits and walks off.
Wait, he knew?
He knew I was here this whole time?
No, that’s not possible. He must’ve had a feeling I was here when I knocked my knee into that stupid plant.
If it wasn’t for him telling the guys his dog was to blame, they might’ve caught me eavesdropping. And he definitely pretended to leave with his friends just so he could bust my ass.
Acting on impulse, I take a jab at him. “That was Xavier Emery, wasn’t it?”
Finn stops dead, glaring at me over his shoulder.
“So what if it was?”
It sounds like a warning.
Like he’s telling me to watch my fucking mouth.
“He has no idea what you did, does he?” I taunt, knowing damn well I’m only pouring gas onto the fire.
I can’t help it.
This guy infuriates me.
I hate that I can’t figure him out. That he’s so far from a normal person my people skills are useless with him. Finn Richards doesn’t lie to cover up his sins—like any of us would. He lies to cover up his good deeds.
And I need to understand why.
“Damn right, he doesn’t.” He swivels around to face me. “And it’s going to stay that way.”
“I could rat you out as soon as summer ends, you ever think about that?” I threaten.
He heaves a quiet scoff. “Yeah, but you won’t.”
“How do you know?” I yearn for a weakness of some sort. I’ll take anything, I just want to see him flinch once. Finn takes a few menacing steps forward, and I’m the one who flinches.
“Because I know you, Gem. You talk a good game, but we both know you wouldn’t do shit to actually hurt anyone.”
It’s true, but he can’t know that.
“How did she know me?” I change the topic.
He frowns. “Who?”
“Louise. She looked at me like…” I pause. “Like I’d done something to her the other day. I told her my name, and her face changed. Why?”
“I told you not to ask questions you can’t handle the answers to.” He feeds me the same crap he did that night in the library.
“And I told you you have no fucking idea what I can handle.” I stand my ground. “Answer me. How did she know me?”
“She didn’t know you,” he caves. “She knew your name.”
Huh?
“Why would you tell her my name?”