𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

a n o t h e r

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Palms || Fillie
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Heading through the familiar double doors for the first time this new school year, I appreciate the desolate halls and the peace and tranquility seemed too good to be true.

And speaking of, here stood the devil and Satan's unholy child in all its glory- Romeo Beckham. Stood leant against the wall of lockers, in a heated make-out session with Iris Apatow, happily pinned against the wall, and hearing the occasional moans and crashing of their bodies hitting the metal doors, as I hastily walked past, knowing for a fact there will be no way of the two noticing me after seeing how passionate the two seem to be.

Disrupting the peace, the schools slut and fuck boy continued, completely unfazed by the all 7 pairs of eyes on them; noting no one was here yet, in exception of the occasional early birds.

What a shame, that Iris, she's destined to Gaten Mattarazzo, the schools so called toothless. And Romeo- I've yet to discover his.

After escaping the horrific sight, I made my way to my destination- the schools library. Coming into school everyday, early, means I have more time to engage with my reading.

"Morning Flo!" I greet the familiar librarian.
"Morning Millie! Nice to see you here early, isn't it?" She gushed.
Letting out a small chuckle, "Yeah, I finished the book you suggested before we left, a good read, well now I'd like to get a new one. Any new recommendations?" I politely asked.
"Well that's good, Deepak Chopra, a tragic but romantic novel- I don't believe you've read that classic yet, am I correct?" She smiles a warm radiant smile as she gestures with her lightless palm for me to follow her.

She married her soulmate. The wedding ring- balancing a large diamond in the centre, clearly says it all.

How wonderful!

Obliging to her commands, we reach the section filled with classics dating all the way back to the 15th century.
My favourite section in the entire library.

I love this genre. It's filled with many amazing stories told and passed down to each generation. The language seems so unclear like its nowhere near English, making it even more engaging- being able to submerge so well with the time period just through words of old.

It's beautiful.

Flo reaches out and clasped onto a worn out pink covered paperback with pages yellowed with age. The book seems to be so worn out, it could collapse on itself.
Handing it to me, she said "Take good care of this one, it's a great read," all she allowed herself to walk away from my sight and, I'm guessing, get back to her trolley stacked with books; various heights, shapes, styles, genres and age preferences.

Grasping onto the book tightly, I head back to the table I previously occupied and take a seat, 20 minutes before school begins and then my new year will start.

It's not like I had any other friends to greet me in the mornings or even let alone talk to me.

But now I know I had Finn. Whether he wants me or not- he'll eventually come around.
We're soulmates after all.

Seeing the familiar lilac glow only draw nearer, I can feel his presence approaching. However being fully immersed in my current book, turning page after page with such care and delicacy. I can't help but look up, knowing I'd see the familiar curly headed Finn I'd met minutes prior.

Only to be surprised to find myself staring at the face of a curly headed-Wyatt Oleff? Looking pack from my palm lines, to his, then back again; I could only gasp in shock and couldn't help but tense and force my eyes back onto the tattered book to continue reading.

No, I'm not reading my book. I can't stop dwelling at the fact I have two soulmates!! I could've sworn Wyatt's palms shone a vibrant orange the other day- matching Sophia Lilis.

How?

He walked past my booth, clearly taking no notice of me, clinging tightly to his stack of school books. Raising my book higher, I'm able to take a though look at his palm lines- lilac.
My lilac.

The same lilac I've grown to adore so well. The exact same lilac I've comforted myself with on tough days- knowing that someone out there will be destined to me and no one else.

But now I have 2.

Noticing my gaze, he turned himself around, seeming uncomfortable and spotting me. I closed my book up delicately and placed it into my bag, on my way out before realising my wrist is grasped in a firm grip by none other than, Wyatt himself.

I let out a groan in pain. Realising he'd hurt me, he soften his grip and his stern facial expression but still kept me still, the lilac light shining into my wrists.

"I'm sorry... I just didn't want you getting away.." he admits, turning bright red.
"It's okay... so, you don't want me getting away because..." I reply, not trying to sound harsh especially at the fact he'd just grabbed me.
"Oh.. I'm sorry. My names Wyatt." He grins sheepishly.
"Well. I just wanted to- you know what- never mind.." he finishes, releasing his grip on me and speedily walk away, in, I'm guessing, embarrassment.
"I'm Millie..." I state after him; my statement trailing off, hoping he hears me.

Here I am, left stood here in complete confusion over that interaction. Hearing the first bell chime, I head to my locker; where Jack should be waiting.

Finding my way there, I see him with both our schedules, looking and studying them both carefully. I approached him and made my presence known:
"Jack, you twat! Your highness is back! Fetch me my carriage and my newest gown and I'll be off, peasant!" I spoke in a more exaggerated British accent than the one I formerly possess.
Weirded expressions plastered all over passers by, nothing I'm not used to.

'Why's Jack Harbour, the football captain, hanging around with the hallucinator?'
I know that's what they're all thinking.

"Shut the fuck up, Mills! We only have 2 periods together." He sighs annoyed.
"Aww. Did lil Jackie wanna spend time with his steppe sestwer?" I joke, leaving him to punch my arm jokingly.
"I can't give you a ride home, I've got football tryouts for this year... apparently we've all got to re- tryout. And I gotta show a new kid round... Sorry.." he states.
"Don't worry bout it Jackie, I'll just walk." I smile, reassuringly, hoping it was Finn he had to show around.

We wave each other off as he joins his group of idiotic jocks, leaving me alone to face my blue locker door.

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I've been written this chapter over and over, acc struggling to make it interesting but I hope this was good enough...
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