Yours Truly// A BFB Soulmate Au

Chapter 9

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Match had been staring at the words written across her arm for so long, she started to go cross-eyed.

She couldn't understand why her soulmate ghosted her. Her main theory, which she assumed was probably the most likely, was her soulmate knew Match in person.

And obviously, they must not like her too much if they immediately stopped talking to her.

Match traced the handwriting scrawled across her arm with her finger. The writing looked familiar, but she just couldn't place it. And not familiar as in this writing had been on my arm for weeks now, no. It was more, Match felt as though she'd seen it somewhere before, she just couldn't remember.

Match shook her head, aggravated. It seemed like such a simple thing, and she was annoyed she couldn't figure it out. Sure, there was the option of asking some of her friends if they'd seen the writing before, but it was around 2am and none of her friends would be awake at this time—except Pencil. However, messaging her wouldn't do Match any good, since Pencil was ignoring her, and for a decent amount of time now, it had been mutual.

So, as any normal person would, Match decided to fix her problem by herself. Her head ached and her eyes felt dry, she wasn't normally one to stay up much later than 9, with the exception of sleepovers with Pencil. And even then, Match often passed out sometime after 11.

So she wasn't exactly in her element.

Match knew she'd seen the writing before, and the longer she stared, the more obvious it became that she hadn't just seen the writing on her arm.

She stared at her arm a moment longer before things started to click in her head.

How could she have been so stupid?

Match quickly jumped up from where she was sitting and scanned her room.

Come on, where did I put them again? She thought, throwing covers on the floor, and practically anything else within a ten foot radius.

Her room looked absolutely awful, but that was the least of her worries.

Match shifted her attention to her desk, pulling open drawers and throwing homework assignments haphazardly on her floor and bed.

She reached the last drawer in her desk when she found them. Pencil's notes.

Match had taken them home by mistake under the assumption that they were hers, and with everything going on recently, you couldn't really blame her for not returning them.

With shaky hands, Match took the notes and brought them to her arm comparing the handwriting.

It was identical.

Her soulmate was Pencil.

A wave of emotion washed over Match. So many emotions were bombarding her at the same time, it was hard to tell what she was feeling. A sense of relief for one, the universe thought they were perfect for each other, so maybe there was hope for them after all. It seemed highly unlikely, as Match had majorly screwed up in practically every aspect of their relationship. But she could at least hope right?

Her emotions weren't all good though, Match couldn't imagine what Pencil must be going through right now.

At that realization, Match perked up. She needed to make sure Pencil was okay and that she hadn't done something stupid.

Her soulmate—Pencil—had immediately ghosted her when Match revealed her name. So, chances are Pencil didn't like her back, but before all else, love or their friendship, Match needed to make sure Pencil was okay.