MAKE IT COUNT.

twenty questions

he started to search for it on his phone while the other four are quietly waiting for the right answer, "AHA! found it, it says that clothes is big on me is definitely-" gaten just stared at his phone as the rest of the group wondered why.

noah grabbed gaten's phone from his hand, "is definitely incorrect. clothes can't be is, it says it's impossible," noah read, finishing gaten's sentence. caleb stood up to celebrate his victory, "YES! I PROVED YOU WRONG AGAIN, MATARAZZO," and started dancing. sadie giggled at the sight.

"what fucking ever, dude. this is just a stupid argument," gaten said. "yet you spent half of your lunch time debating about it, nice going dufus," sadie said. millie couldn't but laugh, gaten put up his middle finger at sadie but she just stuck her tongue out.

their lunch break was finally over so they got up and left the canteen. millie and sadie were walking together silently until the redhead broke the silence, "so, what's with you and finn?"

millie's heart started beating so fast when she thought about finn. millie was about to come up with another lie but sadie is her friend, and there's no point in lying. "i don't know. i just- i don't know. i just like him being right beside me you know, and trust me he's not the psycho everybody sees him as, and i can't help but feel bad for him now when people call him that you know because- because he's the complete opposite of that and-"

"okay, millie, you don't have to explain. i understand," sadie cut her off and gave her a comforting smile. "i mean you know, i support all this uhh. . .fillie thing going on. but millie, you have to be careful on whatever the hell you feel about him, whether it's just platonic or something more," sadie explained.

"sadie, i'm okay, i know what i'm doing. i don't feel anything about finn, he's just a surviving-mate to me or something,"

they were both finally in front of room 337, sadie's room. so they both said their goodbyes and parted ways. millie was deep in thought walking down the hallway until she suddenly heard a loud bang inside some room. she looked at the room number and it said 316, finn wolfhard's room.

millie peaked in the window and saw the freckle-faced boy accidentally dropped his walkman and headphones on the floor. he tried to stretch his arms as long as possible but he still couldn't reach it. "shit!" finn shouted in frustration.

she went inside the room to help him but she stopped going nearer the boy when he said "get. out." she was taken aback because the cold and emotionless tone of his voice was back again.

"i'm just trying to help you reach-"

"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT! I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!"

millie moved backwards because of the sudden outburst that came out from the boy. "what the hell is your problem with me?!" millie shouted back. "just get the fuck out of my room, brown," finn said, closing his eyes. millie can't seem to figure out if he was trying not to cry or trying to contain himself from punching her in the face.

"just answer my question first, wolfhard, what the hell do you have against me?! i come in this hellhole and i was nothing but nice to you and you were nice to me and told me that goddamn mixtape was the best thing that ever happened to you and shit, but now you have the audacity to hate me just because i once believed what everybody says about you? that's just bullshit finn, so you have no right to be- to be suddenly this cold towards me!" millie blurted out abruptly.