𝐩𝐚𝐥𝗺𝐬 • fillie

f i n n

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Just for this chappy, it will be in Finn's P.O.V- recap of the day in his P.O.V

⚠️ Also if social anxiety triggers you in anyway, I recommend skipping this chapter ⚠️
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Palms || Fillie
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I started school today and I'm already beginning to have an anxiety attack. I've had a bad case of anxiety for the last few years after I discovered this-gift?

I can see love.

Not metaphorically, not abstractly, not imaginarily; physically.
I can physically see love.

And this caused me to undergo severe social anxiety.

I used to be such an outgoing and talkative individual until I started seeing these weird lights that came from peoples palms, which romantically paired people off perfectly, I voiced the repetitive observation and it earned me the title of 'crazy lights'.

Ever since being labelled, I've been extremely shy and would absolutely break down in any form of public speaking.

After being prescribed with the correct and effective treatment, it's helped massively. I'm now able to deliver a sentence in front of the class without completely collapsing and erupting in tears.

But after we moved I vowed to myself and for the benefit of my family- me, my dad and my brother, Nick- that I'd change; confidence wise. I promised to build my self esteem by forming a band with the few friends I had left, which I unfortunately had to leave behind, but it worked nonetheless.

My dad got a job offer and we instantly took the opportunity to pack up and go. My family, too, had been completely destroyed as mum was imprisoned for illegal drug trafficking; little did our family know at the time.

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On a more uplifting note, I've met her. My soulmate. Millie Harbour; I've learned her name was. We coincidentally bumped into each other early this morning. She was stunning. As much as my palm lines shone it's most vibrant lilac, she herself had me blinded by her beauty. From her caramel brown locks that just about reached her shoulders, to her apologetic stance.

And she was my soulmate.

This was proven by the millisecond worth of contact I made with her in the form of her returning my cluttered items, which caused my whole body to erupt in sparks. And after all the years which I've obtained this gift, not once did it shine as bright as it did when I stood in the presence of Millie.

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Today, a boy named Jack was supposed to direct me around the school, providing me with an all campus tour after school. However, it will occur after his football tryouts, which I've decided is not the best idea for my build. So instead, I chose to speak to the music department to see what I could possibly do, considering my previous musical experience.

However, me and Jack met up early today. The reason for him giving me a tour was due to our replicated schedules. We had the exact same classes, on at the exact same time. I already considered him as a friend. However, his and Millie's constant interactions always seem to fuel my anxious thoughts.

To any onlooker, they could be classified as a couple. I don't know what his deal is, or why he's hanging around with her so much- especially when he should be spending his time with Grace. How I'd love to pair them off and get them out of my way, but the last time that happened- I just allow them to find their soulmates on their own.

I'm not the type to bring topics like this to the eye, so I chose to not push it. He never provided me with an explanation, but I'd never dare think about asking for one. The boy has been too kind already.

Jack, the schools class clown, hung around a few other jocks like himself, however the others were such asshats.
Romeo Beckham; the schools stereotypical ladies man.
Jacob Sartorius; the schools well known fuckboy.
And finally no gang would be completed without their leader, Peyton Which- the bully.

It's not like I don't like Jack, it's his bellends for friends I'm not too keen upon. However, the 4 of them took it upon them to 'take me under their wings' - Peyton's words, not mine. I would've graciously declined, however these were not the typical people you'd exactly like to reject.

I also wanted to keep a keen eye on Millie- stalking could be classified as an understatement. I finally found the person who's destined to make me happy for the rest of my life and I'm not about to lose her to another short lived high school relationship.

This meant keeping my eyes firmly glued on her in all our shared classes. Paying close attention to her slight movement and attempting to take a peek at her newly obtained sunglasses which hide any movement of her eyes.

However, the illumination of everyone's palms occasionally gave me burning headaches. If only I had a pair of sunglasses for my own. Maybe that could help? Due to the painful migraine, squinting my eyes was necessary. However, this didn't stop me from observing her. And a few of her and Jacks constant interactions- this could only fuel my anxiety. I thought this as good as any excuse to take a nap.

Lunch rolled around the corner and I was summoned to take my seat with Jack and the asshats. Which I really needed to remove myself from, however as I was about to excuse myself by explaining I wanted to look for the music room, a goddess made her way over to our direction.

She came to rob Jack, her stepbrother- I've recently learned, from his 'reboot meal'?

Acknowledging this newfound information, suddenly eased the increasing anxious feelings that grew upon me when I'd see the two together.

After her leaving, I decided it was perfect time to excuse myself.

"Hey... I wanna check out the music room... is that cool with the rest of yous?" I raised my brow, directing my question more towards Peyton, which he returned in a simple nod; causing the rest of them to ferociously agree too.

After minutes of looking for her, I stumbled across the schools library. There was only a glass door separating me from her. I spotted her; nose contently in a book and her free hand occasionally stuffing her face in whatever edible item she dug out from the brown paper bag.

However a horrid sight had me tripping over my feet. A bouncer was heading for her. A curly headed bouncer was on his way to take a seat opposite her.

A bouncer. No- this is not your average bodyguard whod prevent access to any unwanted people. A bouncer was a name I'd given to someone who had no destined soulmate. They'd interfere with multiple other destined couples until they were completely satisfied. Their palms would only shine on one hand- shine the colour of who they'd soon victimise. And I'm 100% sure they can see it too. They can see the lights.

My mum was a bouncer. If only my dad didn't fall so deep for someone who couldn't love him back, she was only there for the entertainment of watching him begging on his knees. I knew the two were never really the perfect fit, when I realised everyone had lights on both hands, I knew mum really wasn't who I thought she was.

I truly hate my mum for distracting my dad for far too long that he can never be fully fulfilled to the point where he'll never feel whole.
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This was an extremely long and sucky chapter... hope yous all liked it...
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