INFATUATED | f.w.

Prologue

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THE PROLOGUE

Y/N WAS an outgoing girl, filled with a sparkling personality that many people wished they possessed themselves. She was a sweet person, always trying to be polite and respectful even when she had that rebellious side all at once.

  Often times she would be the one person to go sit at the table where the lonely kid sat at lunch to provide them company, or she would be the one to try and help the one kid that dropped their binders in the middle of the hallway of school.

  But she wasn't perfect—not in the least bit.

She was still a teenager, meaning that she was going to make stupid decisions no matter how much of a gold star person she might've portrayed.
  She's only human, so it's no surprise that she had her own personal problems.

Sometimes, the people with the biggest smiles are the ones with the most internal pain.

Boys at her high school were pigs—absolute douchebags that gave her all this unnecessary attention that she hated. Guys would violate her privacy, often cat-calling her in the halls or occasionally grabbing her ass nonchalantly.

Today was one of the bad days, and she couldn't help but stare at the concrete below her as she walked home alongside her best friend, Millie.

  "I can't wait to go to the Schnapp's cabin at the end of the month, it's gonna be so much fun. Everyone's gonna—hey, what's up..?"
  Millie rambled about countless things all the time and Y/N always listened, but when Millie saw that she was zoned out, she knew something might've been wrong.

"Nothing. Just that Jack Grazer is a real dipshit."
Y/N was absolutely livid on the inside, but on the outside, she looked vulnerable and pitiful.

She was shaken—she could still feel the way he gripped her like she was an object to claim as his.

"Goddammit, I'm gonna kick his ass."
Millie always thought that Y/N was too much of a pushover, and the reality was, she was just really easily manipulated. It was pretty much the same thing.

"Don't worry about it. Can we just forget about it, please?"
And with a nod of her head, Millie dismissed the topic for the sake of her best friend.

Their steps rounded the corner as they walked down Y/N's street where her house was located. The two girls slowed down in their synchronized steps as they saw a large moving truck with boxes littering the front lawn of the house right next door to Y/N's own house.

"Looks like you got a new neighbor.."
Millie nudged Y/N's shoulder with a smirk, trying to get her to befriend the new neighbors as they approached closer and closer to her house—seeing a curly haired boy standing with his back to them and looking around his new neighborhood.

"Hey !"
Y/N got the boy's attention as he swung around to see two girls standing behind him.

Y/N couldn't control the little gasp of air that left her slightly parted lips as she saw what he looked like—dark curly wayward hair with a universe of freckles scattered across his cheeks.

But her reaction was mutual.

The boy found himself submersed within the glorious pools of e/c that were Y/N's eyes. He found that her hair seemed to shine in the midday's sunlight, perfectly illuminating her complexion.

"Hey, I'm Y/N. And this is Millie."

"Oh, h-hey. I'm Finn."

"So, you're gonna be my new neighbor, huh?"
Y/N was always kind and personable, so she found it easy and almost routine to create a light conversation with a person.