Free Falling

13 | impulse

A whole week passed after the incident at my balcony without a word from Finn. A week after we'd come to an agreement, one I had a feeling he had trouble coming to terms with.

My classes were slow, and my rounds at the hospital even slower. I was quick to assume that Finn had pretty much forgotten about me and maybe couldn't handle slow paced after all. He was probably accustomed to having his way with women, and being friends with me would simply not be worth it. The thought mildly irritated me whenever it crossed my mind, but then I realized that this is what I'd always wanted. Or at least now, what I thought I did.

The truth was that I wanted him to keep to his word, albeit how pathetic I sounded. Maybe I did need to try, just like everyone around me was urging me on to.

Maybe I needed to learn how to trust again.

But certain things were easier said than done.

I spent the last hours of Tuesday after labs in the school library with Fey, a classmate and study buddy. We had been friends since freshman year and I liked her because she was open minded and helped keep me up-to-date on schoolwork. After a couple hours engrossed in notes and satisfied with my level of progress, we both exited the colossal building.

"Do you want to go grab something to eat?" Fey asked, her head buried in her bag in search of something. She paused and pushed back the pair of glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, that sounds great." I replied, my boots making short contact with the stairs as we descended.

"Nice. I know a great Thai place on Newman street. I would kill for some pad thai with chicken," she drawled and I laughed at her raw enthusiasm.

The day was fast spent, the sun reversing into a magenta sunset. I smiled at the sky. I always loved the way it changed colours, from ocean blue to pink and orange sunsets to the pitch black of night.

"I'll just call in to place a reservation because you won't believe the kind of crowd—whooooa, check out that sports car." I heard Fey say. I followed her line of sight and gasped when I saw a black Lamborghini on the vast parking lot of the library. The vehicle attracted the attention of many of the students around the vicinity. Some gave it fleeting glances, others stopped and stared, talking amongst themselves.

I knew someone who owned a black car like that.

As the both of us fully exited the building, the gull wing of the passenger side rose up. Finn's tall frame appeared and I sucked in a breath. His eyes locked on mine, and he smiled.

"Wait, he's looking in our direction. Actually, he's looking at you, Amy. Do you know him?" Fey asked, a confused look etched on her face.

"Uh... yeah. Um, can I take a raincheck on that dinner? I promise I'll make it up." My words came out rushed, tumbling over themselves. When I stole another glance at Finn, he was casually leaning against his car, like he was waiting for me.

Fey's eyebrow quirked up almost imperceptibly. "Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow." She said and walked off towards her own vehicle, but not before I caught the mischievous smirk she wore as she walked off. Oh, she wasn't letting me off easy.

As I closed the distance to his car he approached me in all his entrancing beauty, dressed in a navy blue dress shirt that hung loosely on his body and dark pants.

My voice lost itself somewhere in my throat, making it hard for me to say anything but I knew my eyes were wide in question.

Finn's gaze raked my frame from top to bottom but his face gave nothing away. The car was still running, the engine giving out a smooth hum.