𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙣; rinney

1. Draco

the original name of this book "Draco" hope you enjoy.

(A/n: 11/10/22 NEW RINNEY STORY CALLED "anticlimactic" IS OUT NOW!)

(A/n: 4/13/23 NEW RINNEY STORY CALLED "fangs" IS OUT NOW)

And I put this on Onyx, I'ma leave my opp in the cement, Lay that bitch down in the yard like a picnic, He even ain't got no gun, how the fuck he flexin'? We gon' push up, bitch, lil' bitch, ; On that time by Playboi Carti

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Finn:

How did I get into this situation? I swear to God, nothing in my life is going as planned. I was just trying to sneak out to a party and meet up with Billy, and now I'm in the back of my friend Bruce's car, that is currently involved in a drug transaction, so he's not in the car.

So now I'm stuck in the passenger seat with a kid who probably goes to my school smoking a spliff, and have I mentioned that his headphones are on full blast?

The volume is so high that it sounds like his music is playing through the speakers. After a few minutes, there was still no sign of Bruce; it appears that he will be late. I clear my throat and cast a glance in the rear - view mirror at the guy, and he does the same.

God, please stop putting me in such awkward situations. I have no idea how I ended up here.

"Is it really necessary for your music to be that loud? You're about to blow my eardrums out." In a lighthearted tone, I said. I wouldn't be surprised if this kid didn't hear anything I said.

"Yeah, sorry for being too loud, but I can still hear your cute voice." He huffed teasingly as he removed his headphones.

"I suppose you need some new headphones." I replied, ignoring the last part he said. "I guess," he replied, returning his gaze to his phone. I'm going to sneak a peek at what he's looking at. I look at the song title he was listening to.

"draco? like the character from Harry Potter." I asked, perplexed, and he chuckled a little. "I mean, it has the same name, but it has nothing to do with Harry Potter." I can tell by the style, the beat, and everything else.

"What's taking him so long?" I wondered aloud, as he smoked his spliff. "They're probably giving him a hard time." Bruce started running to the car as soon as he said that, and this dude began to turn the car on and taking it out of park.

"Yo, we need to get out of here." He said this while stepping on the gas, almost propelling me forward until I regained my balance. What is the fuck going on? "The good news is that I have what I needed. Just some fucking cops chilling out in front of his house." Bruce said not to be as frantic as before, and I'm still not sure what was going on.

Was he really dealing? I was joking when I said that because we were parked in an odd alleyway between buildings. "OK, so we're on our way to this party, right Finney boy?" Bruce is exaggerating the moodiness in the car.

"mhm." I don't respond as enthusiastically. I'm getting tired already, and I'm not even at the party. "You need some marijuana." Bruce said, pointing the spliff he and the other guy were passing around to me. I shake my head quickly.

"Nah, I'm fine," I said and he takes yet another blow. "Is the ginger scared of weed?" The guy teased and accepted the spliff from Bruce. I replied quietly, "I'm not ginger." (Is he a ginger? I'm not sure.)

We finally arrive at this stupid party, and I dash out of the car to find Billy. He's been texting my phone nonstop, asking where I was, and when I hinted that I was in the middle of a drug deal, he went crazy on me.

He was near the bath- I see him. "Hey Billy," I said as I crept up on him, and he gave me a serious look. "Oh, my bad," I said as I took a step back.

"Not only have I been waiting for you, I was waiting to use this stupid bathroom when this guy with a blunt kept asking me questions." Billy ranting to me, and I was listening.

Poor boy, he was left alone in an environment he was unfamiliar with. I really wanted to get here quickly, which is why I accepted Bruce's offer to carpool, even though walking would have been faster.

"Not to mention. I'm pretty sure people are fucking in this bathroom right now." Billy came over to stand next to me. yikes. "This is just a taste of what a high school party is like. We're already sophomores, so it's about time we learned." I'm attempting to make a point.

"Yes, and I'm traumatized. I hope you understand that I will never do this again." Billy sassed as he turned to walk away. "What are you doing?" I slightly shouted. "I'm going to piss on a tree." Billy yelled back, and then he was gone.

Just then, the bathroom door opens, and there walks a girl and a guy with messed-up hair and clothes, holding hands.

To say the least, this is a traumatic experience.

"You're trying to be like them." I flinched and turned around when I heard a voice whisper behind me. Guy in the passenger seat.
"absolutely not," I said as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

He knocks on the door and says, "Come on, let me join you, I promise I don't bite." Is he drunk? "I have no idea who you are." I yelled, and he rattled the doorknob.

"So if you did, you'd let me in," he said, his voice smirking. "Still no," I yelled, and he sighed.

"Well, Finney, my name is Robin, and I'd like to get to know you." Robin stated with sincerity. Should I cave? I shouldn't, do I? Oh, I'm kidding, I'm totally giving in.

I slowly open the door to find him leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on his face. "You really opened the door for a stranger?" he inquired, and I rolled my eyes. "Well, it sounded like you were getting desperate there, so I decided to give in a little bit." I participated,

Because that's all we were doing, right? Just joking around.

"Well, watch and see Finney, you'll be obsesionado in no time." He warns me and begins his return to the party.

I'm not sure what he just said, but we'll deal with it later because I need to find Billy and get the fuck out of here.

translation: obsesionado = obsessed

i hope you guys enjoyed! (didn't proof read sorry)