𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

r e b o o t

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Palms || Fillie
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"Well... my names Millie and I'm a bookworm..." I state, pulling my sunglasses down to face my teacher, squinting my eyes. Snickers and giggles bounced off the walls. I quickly push my ray bans higher up the bridge of my nose.

Those laughs and teases don't effect me. They won't effect me. I'll be sure of that.

I calmly took my seat and allowed everyone else to proceed. But little did I know, Finn listened attentively and took in every last word, facial expression and movement I made; from my subtle rise and downfall in facial features to the old habit of twiddling with my thumbs.

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After tiresome morning classes, lunch approached and everyone was free to indulge in what the school call 'food'. I never enjoyed the school meals so I always make sure to pack my own but today was a hectic and irregular day. I know that Jack always packs 2 lunches: his 'after practice reboot' meal and his normal lunch.

He said he had a shorter practice than usual because he had to show Finn around the school; why it had to be done after school was over baffled me. This meant he had no need for his 2nd lunch.

I try to dodge the stampede of students heading in all different directions and head to Jack's usual table; the 'popular jocks'. My school was a perfect example of the well known high school stereotype.

You had: the populars; different jocks, musicians and queen bees combined, the nerds, the emos, the nerdy musicians, the cool musicians- that often hung around the populars, hippies, LGBT's and me. I never fit into a basic stereotype- I was the schools loner but people talked to me, I had no friends but was well known, thanks to Jack, and I could sit with the 'populars' but I often opted out because I'd rather spend my lunch with my nose in a book and my mouth chewing a piece of fresh fruit.

I was the odd exception. Millie Bobby Brown, the hallucinator didn't fit into a stereotype. Unless 'palm reader' or 'hallucinator' was a typical high school stereotype then I've never had one.

Finally locating him with the illumination of familiar yellow that shone from his palms, I squinted my eyes as I made my way over to him and his friends. I push the sunglasses further up the bridge of my nose and advanced forwards until I jump onto his unsuspecting back. Several new onlookers were surprised by my actions and some began a whole new conversation based on me and Jack's relationship.

Knowing only I'd do that, without turning around he says, "Millie, the fucking scared me! What do you want this time?" He sighed.
"Can I have your second lunch, you won't be needing it," I sarcastically pouted and ended with a laugh.
"Here." He turns so he's looking up at me and hands me his 'reboot' meal.
I grab it and give him my Thanks then head off for the library, exchanging a final glance at Finn and his lilac gleaming palms before I leave.

He looked upset, but there's no time for me to question let alone talk to him while the group of football players with their current girlfriends held snugly under their arms, would be watching. However, may I add, none of the current couples were a match.

Finally arriving at the library's door I make my way to the secluded booth that I spend most of my lunch in. I greet Flo, who even though is currently occupied with stacking books, still managed a struggling greeting. I offer her my help, as always but she always decided. I usually always insist and end up loosing anyway.

I knew Flo would just decline my help every time but that never stops me from always offering. Realising there was only 20 minutes left of lunch, I accept Flo's repetitive decline and head to my booth.

Hidden with all the infamous books that everyone often neglected, this meant that hardly anyone comes over here. The poor and awful content in the books always seemed to shoo everyone away.

I plop my heavy backpack down next to me and rummage around till I find the delicate book that I carefully pulled out. I open the brown paper bag that held Jacks lunch and take out a Nutella sandwich, can of monster and a chocolate bar. This lunch is full of junk food, I'm kind of grateful because I didn't even eat breakfast.

I take a bite of my sandwich and begin to get swept away in my reading. Going through all contents of the lunch, I finish and already found myself nearing the end of the book. Lifting my gaze from my closed bag with the book inside, I meet the face of a familiar curly haired guy.

Wyatt.

He spots me and greets me with a charming smile. I return the gesture and invite him to join me with a simple wave of my hand. He accepts and takes a seat opposite me. We indulge in low conversation and then I realised-

If Wyatt and Finn are both my soulmate, doesn't that make Finn and Wyatt soulmates just as much as I am theirs?

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Welp...

Is it too late to change Wyatt to Jack and Jack to Wyatt? 😂

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