The Senior Still Loves The Freshman - Sequel

The Senior Still Loves The Freshman Chapter 12

We were still driving?

I opened my eyes and looked around and sighed.

Finn was nodding his head to the radio as he drove.

"Your up," he smiled.

"Are we there yet?" I asked tiredly.

"Almost, dear, less than an hour,"

I looked out the window and watched the cars go by.

"So, how's everything?" Finn asked.

I looked at him. "Okay,"

"Just okay? I haven't seen you in eight years and that's all you say?"

"You weren't supposed to come back," I muttered.

"Why did you think that?"

"You went to college a million miles away, you never came home to visit and I told you I didn't love you,"

"Didn't?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Don't get smart, you know what I mean,"

"You make a good point. I just needed time to think about my next move in life. What I wanted, what I wanted to do, all that good stuff,"

"What did you decide?" I asked resting my feet on the dashboard.

"I know I want to be a lawyer and closer to my family. I know I wanted to be closer to you,"

I looked over at him; he was looking straight ahead smiling a little.

"What about you?" he asked. "How was high school?"

"Sophomore year was interesting," I said choosing my words carefully.

"How so?" he asked.

"I meet Derek," I shrugged.

"Oh, right,"

"Yeah, he's great. Other than that, I went to an art school. Derek and I are trying to open up a business slash shop. For house decorating or whatever and to sell our paintings,"

"That's cool,"

"Yeah, I secretly want to open a bakery,"

"Really?" he asked.

"Yup, I like to bake and I'm good at it,"

"You know, Kelly's cooking class could use a teacher,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," he smiled. "I can take you there one day,"

"That would be great!" I said grinning.

"It's a date,"

"No its not,"

"I tried,"

"And failed,"

He chuckled. "What else have I messed?"

"Your brothers wedding,"

"Yeah, I got the invitation,"

"Why didn't you go?"

"He ruined my life, so I don't want to be apart of his,"

"How...oh," I said just realizing what he was talking about.

Me. Frank did help break us up.

"The wedding was nice," I said.

"That's good. How are the kids?"

"Good," I smiled.

"That's good,"

I nodded my head.

"You know," Finn said. "That night, when I slept with Carey, I was so tried and out of it I didn't even know the difference. That day kills me everyday. I wish I could roll back time or something. I would have told you about Carey, but I was ashamed. I didn't know what to do. I should have known better I know that now. I thought you needed to know that,"

"It doesn't change a thing, but thanks,"

"Eh, I tried,"

"If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was, and it's not meant to be," I muttered.

"I guess I should pray more,"

I chuckled. "You never give up,"

"If you really want something you fight for it,"

I sighed. "I guess,"

"I haven't in eight years, just saying,"

"Liar!" I snapped. "There is no way that a man whore like you didn't date anyone,"

"I had my temptations, but nothing,"

"But, you're Finn Johnson,"

"And you're Alex Oz,"

"You didn't do anything?" I asked again.

"Nothing, not even first base,"

"Finn, you don't have to do that,"

"I want to, we might not be together, but I'm staying loyal to you,"

He pulled into a little diner and smiled.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Kind of,"

"Good," he said getting out of the car.

I followed after him shortly.

He didn't sleep with anyone or anything in eight years.

For me?

That boy, when I think his gonna zig he zags.

I sighed and walked in the diner.

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