Something About You
“So she’s not throwing herself at you. It’s not a big deal.” Finn said to me Wednesday night as we sat in his house, playing Halo.
“I don’t have $25 to give up, Finn. It doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t she be throwing herself at me? Every other girl in school does.” I said, my forehead wrinkling in confusion.
Finn glanced up at me. “Every girl except for Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, and Brittany.” He pointed out, turning back to the TV with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes.
“They don’t count.”
Finn just shrugged. “You’re gonna have to really try with this one, I guess.” I groaned. As much as I hated to admit it, Finn was right. For once.
“I don’t have $25 to give up, Finn. It doesn’t make sense. Why wouldn’t she be throwing herself at me? Every other girl in school does.” I said, my forehead wrinkling in confusion.
Finn glanced up at me. “Every girl except for Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, and Brittany.” He pointed out, turning back to the TV with a smug smile on his face. I rolled my eyes.
“They don’t count.”
Finn just shrugged. “You’re gonna have to really try with this one, I guess.” I groaned. As much as I hated to admit it, Finn was right. For once.
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