𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

Chapter 10

Finn

The second we step outside, I let go of her hand. I'm not a real hand-holding-kind-of-guy, especially when I'm not really hooking up with the girl. The kissing? That I can handle, but the rest of it is too frolicking-through-flowers for my taste.

"What was that?" Millie asks, her mouth pursed.

"That was me making the asshole jealous, like you're paying me to."

"You didn't have to really kiss me."

I look at her. Would it hurt to show a little
appreciation?

"You're just pissed you liked it."

"We should go to the coffee house. It'll be good for us to make an appearance together."

"Choosing to ignore what I just said to you? And what if I have a class? Or do you?"

She shakes her head. "I have a little break before my next one.

You?"

For the first time since coming outside she looks at me. Christ, she's gorgeous. This would be a whole hell of a lot easier if she wasn't. She has these pouty, little lips I want to bite and then suck into my mouth.

"Are you checking me out?"

Fuck. I got caught. "Do you have to ask? You know how you look."

This makes her stumble. I try to catch her, but she does it herself. "I..."

I shake my head. "I don't play games, Millie. I tell it how it is. The only games here are the ones you're paying me to play around everyone else."

"Can we just go get a coffee now?" She's fighting a smile which honestly, makes her sexier. Too bad she drives me crazy.

"Anything you want, Princess Millie." I don't know why it is, but I can't stop screwing with this girl. She both pisses me off and makes me feel mischievous at the same time.

"I thought you were going to stop calling me that?"

"I thought you were going to stop acting like a princess?"

She sighs and for the first time I wonder if this whole thing is wearing on her more than I thought.

"Why don't our truces last very long?" she asks.

"I guess we're special like that."

Again, I feel like an ass. I don't know why I'm worried about it. We'll be going our separate ways in no time.

"Let's just go get coffee so you can show me off," she says.

We walk to the coffee house I first saw her at. When we get inside I ask her what she wants and tell her she can sit while I order. Such a good little lap dog I'm becoming.

Millie smiles at me. A few minutes later I'm at the table with our drinks and sit down.

"So..." she's obviously reaching for something to say. Instead of saving her, I sit back to see what she'll come up with.

"Classes. You never replied about classes."

"I'm good till later today."

"How old are you?"

"Shouldn't you already know this, since we're sleeping together?" I wink at her.

"You know what? Never mind. I forgot how big an asshole you are."

I sigh. What is it with this woman?

"Twenty-one. You?"

"Nineteen. Major?"

"I'm still figuring it out."

She crinkles her nose and her eyes flick around the room.

"Aren't you a junior?"

"Why do you do that?" I change the subject. And technically I should be a senior.

"Do what?"

"Look around like that...like you are always scanning to see who's around to know if you need to impress someone or not."

She squints her hazel eyes and cocks her head. Does she really not know she does that?

"Oh. I know them. They're Jacob's friends."

Millie reaches across the table and grabs my hand. This is so fucking ridiculous. I can't believe I agreed to play this game with her. I don't like to be used and I'm sure as hell not into fake people.

"I gotta take a leak. I'll be right back."

Pushing to my feet, I head to the bathroom. The asshole's friends eye me and I wonder when we reverted back to high school.

After I get done I see Millie sitting there with her arms crossed.

"What happened?" I look at her friends, but they're not paying attention to us.

"Nothing. Let's just go."

Shrugging, I grab my cell off the table. Taking a quick look at my texts I see someone needs a hook up. I could walk home, but that will take too much time, so I say, "I live off campus. I need a ride home."

My car wouldn't start this morning so Josh drove me in.

"Whatever."

I follow the princess to her dorm, wondering what crawled up her ass while I was gone. She walks up to a Honda Accord which isn't what I expected from her. I would have thought she'd drive something flashier.

I give her directions to my shithole house. It doesn't take long to get there and she's silent the whole time. When she pulls over, I can tell she wants to say something.

"Spit it out, Millie. I'm in a hurry here."

"You're a drug dealer."

Fuck.

"You know, we're not really in a relationship, so you don't need to play the controlling girlfriend card by looking through my texts."

My whole body feels hot. My heart is suddenly going a million miles an hour. Who the hell does she think she is?

"I didn't mean snoop, but your phone lit up when the text came through and I caught a glance."

"It sure as hell didn't say what it was about so how do you know?"

"I just do. Ruin your life or not, I don't care. It's not my business, but if we're doing this, you have to keep it away from me. I don't want anything to do with that shit."

My whole body tenses. "Because obviously I'm doing it for the hell of it. I'm the guy with tatts who lives in the piece of shit house and gets in fights with frat boys. Obviously that means I deal drugs because I want to."

I can hardly hear through the pounding in my ears. I push the door open, get out and slam the door. The window's down so I bend over.

"Everything's not always black and white, Princess. Sometimes we have to do shit because there's not another choice. Maybe you should think about that before you snub your nose at me."

Without another word, I'm gone.