the tutor//fillie

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a/n: huge shout-out to ChinitaInzunzaOsorio for giving me so much positive feedback and helping me come up with this book. gotta give her huge credit for many reasons. she's the bomb so go follow her, like right now ❤️

Hope you enjoy the chapter.

  **finn's pov**

"-But Finn, I thought that you really liked me..." Alana mumbles sadly, confusion coated into her voice, as I can't help but feel a little guilty.

"Sorry, it's just not workin' out for me...but hopefully we can still be friends, though. You're cool to smoke with!" I tell her sincerely at first, before transitioning my tone of voice to sound more excited, as I try to make her feel better and not feel sad since we never really were dating, to begin with.

"No, fuck you, Finn! You'll fucking regret ever breaking things off with me." Her voice spews like venom, that sad tone she carried at first completely altering, causing me to flinch a bit, my eyes widening in response at the mere abruptness, as I hear the two loud beeps signaling that she'd hung up on me.

 Oh, give me a break.

We just made out a couple of times, so it's not that serious.

That's just what I do, it's not my fault that all girls are the same, nowadays.

I always just end up getting bored, every time I start liking a girl.

She needs to get a grip.

Plus, she's on the cheerleading team, she'll find some other guy who will do her justice.

 "Finn, dinner's ready!" My mom loudly announces from downstairs, as I gently roll my eyes, before plugging the short white charger into my phone, setting it against the end of my bed in which my large blue comforter laid onto.

 "Coming!" I shout in retaliation, throwing on a plain black t-shirt, covering my exposed upper torso, followed by a simple pair of basketball shorts, as I quickly open and close the door behind me, racing down the stairs.

  The smell of cooking meat brings me joy, all sorts of different spices sifting through the hot air, as I feel my stomach grumble with each step against the stair I took.

  "Finn, oh my God, quit stomping down the stairs! You sound like you weigh a thousand pounds, and it's fucking annoying." Nick rages angrily, as I enter inside of the kitchen, my dad sat directly across from him at the dining table, while my mom was still preparing dinner.

  "Nick, watch your language!" My mom scolds him in disbelief, slipping off her oven mitts after she'd removed a dish out of the hot enclosed space while shaking her head in disbelief, as I discreetly smirk at him.

  "Yeah, Nick...watch your language," I instruct him teasingly, finally sitting down at the table onto the chair right beside him, as he shoots me a death glare."Don't add in." My mom warns me, a threatening look on her face, as I immediately drop the subject and any facial expressions that could've given her the hint of my subtle torment.

My mom then carries the tray of pork chops over, setting it right in the middle of the table, as the rest of the sides were already out in the open to be devoured.

"So, boys, how was school today?" My dad asks my brother and me calmly after a couple moments of silence, as Nick disgustingly stuffs his mouth with mashed potatoes, leaving me on the floor to answer.