Monochrome.

one.

A/N: Basically, I got sick of "love triangles" that are actually love lines and so I wrote an actual love triangle to soothe my pain. 

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White (Because So is the Love Interest)

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   “You're way too excited for this. Y'know, it isn't as cracked up as everyone claims it is,” Rue Gonzales mumbled, barely looking up from some sapphic novel she obsessed with this week as she ignored the disgusting lunch. “Don't come crying when it turns out Allen Sawyers is your soulmate.” Her lips upturned into a small smirk at that.

Hannah Gaunt finally stopped working on her Algebra assignment (“Which was supposed to be passed in weeks. What the hell is wrong with you?” Rue said.) and glanced across the whole school cafeteria, spotting Allen Sawyers picking up his nose in the far corner. Then, licking it. “You're projecting. Just because you said your soulmate is — by your own words — ‘shit’ doesn't mean they're actually are.” She stabbed her fork into the barely cooked broccoli as she began to grin. “I bet you guys met in a misunderstanding. Enemies to lovers!” Blue eyes began to shine. “Just like—”

“You and Xavier?” The other interjected dryly.

Hannah sputtered. “Well—”

“Hating each other when you're kids, then, he got a massive glow up then, boom! You're eyefucking him in the hallways.” Rue looked exasperated. She hadn't even mentioned the fact that if one would look through Hannah's sketchbook dumb, blonde jocks were the usual theme there. “Next thing you know, you might actually realize talking is a much more effective courting ritual than staring.”

Heat bloomed on Hannah's cheeks as she glanced back to her assignment in a failed attempt to maintain her dignity. “Why am I friends with you, again?”

“Because I'm fabulous.” Rue swished her flannel for dramatic effect.

“Also, I didn't hate him exactly. I just thought he was weird. He elongated his limbs for some fair, remember? And I don't eyefuck. I just want to clarify.”

Rue snorted, snapping her book shut. “We'll see..” She muttered grumpily, as she shoved the book into her bag. “Anyways, what gift do you want me to buy tomorrow for your sweet sixteen?”

“It's supposed to be a surprise gift..”

Rue raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Consider your words carefully. A surprising gift doesn't equate to a good gift. Just like how a shocking plot twist ruins a perfectly good book. Or shows.” She scowled right through the fourth wall.

Hannah patted the girl, comfortingly. “I get your point, but I still want it to be a surprise.” She pouted.

“Okay. I'll watch you be surprised and horrified if I sent you the shitty pride t-shirts my mom bought.” Rue looked seriously disturbed by the thought of the t-shirts. “Every day, a warrior falls for the traps of capitalism. And everyday, I see the agony of it all.”

“You're so dramatic.” Hannah rolled her eyes, as she tied her murky brown hair into a ponytail. “But speaking of birthdays.. and soulmates.” She licked her lips. “You've told me yours is shit. But you haven't exactly told me who they are. For like.” Hannah held out her hand, counting. “Three days.”

Rue sighed as her lips thinned into a line, foot tapping against white tiles. Something dark and unreadable flashed into her eyes. “Because Hannah—and I have said this every time you asked the same fucking question—they're not important. I'm not gonna spend my whole life with someone just because I could see colour in them. Although , it's nice that they give me a cool soulmate tattoo in my left tit.” She shrugged, looking like someone with a secret. “Who's even setting this whole soulmates thing anyways? Why do we specifically have to wait for our sixteenth birthday to finally see the fated person? It's just dumb.”

Something in her brain clicked. Hannah asked hesitantly, “Are they—Is your soulmate a guy?”

“No. And if she was, I'm bisexual y'know. But, she and I—It's just complicated. Definitely 'not-gonna-work-out' kind of complicated.” Rue scrunched her face. “Although, I'd probably have to kiss them just so I could fucking finally see colour permanently instead of just seeing it when I'm with her then move on to my life.”

“Okay, I get your point. But I wanna believe in romance..” Hannah sighed, lovesick. “What's wrong in falling in love? Or that a person is out there. Waiting for you. And would never leave you?”

Rue's monolid eyes were shadowed by something and just before she could open her mouth to speak—

The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch break. Hannah placed her assignment back in her bag, following the multitudes of students clamouring into the hallways.

And of course, a terrible cliche awaits.

As she walked, she crashed against someone and gasp! It's Xavier Evans, captain of the hockey team, super hot, blonde hair, has shimmering, glittering, shining, gorgeous—and fuck, Hannah needed a thesaurus—orbs, and skin akin to brown coffee that was mostly made of milk because he's white. He was grinning wolfishly and so wolfishly that I thought he was a furry.

He smiled briefly at her stuttered apologies, saying, “It's totes chill dude!”

Hannah felt butterflies as the boy went out of sight, until she realized they weren't butterflies. She was just hungry because she didn't eat any of the shitty cafeteria lunch.

In the corner of her eyes, Hannah saw Rue with her phone out, recording. Minutes later, she spammed the video endlessly into Hannah's messenger.

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