Marks- Fillie~ Part 1

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AU (again because I love aus)- every time you fall in love with someone, a red tally mark appears on your wrist. When your love is returned, the tally mark turns black. But when who you love dies, your mark becomes a scar.
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Finn had always been scared of falling love. He was scared of hurting someone, or hurting himself. He had his fair share of tally marks upon his wrist, but they were all either unrequited or had turned to a scar. He stares down at his wrist, hating himself for having the people he loved die.

A knock on his door interrupts his thoughts, and he snaps his head to the door. His mother walks in, holding an envelope in her hand, frowning at her 15 year old son.

"Report cards came." She explains, seeing the confused look upon his face. He curtly nods, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You're failing in math." She says lowly, dropping the envelope onto his messy desk, which was covered in tons of school assignments, pencils, video games disks, and other teenage boy items.

He picks it up, and slips the paper out. His chocolate eyes scan quickly over the printed document. His face falling when he sees the big fat F next to the word "Math".

"I...I'm sorry." He mumbles. He runs his hand through his messy hair. His mother simply places her hands on her hips. "I know you are, and I understand that math isn't easy now. So I got you a tutor."

"Tutor?" He asks, swaying his chair side to side.

"Yes, and you're meeting her tomorrow at 11." She says, making her way back to the door. "Her?" He questions, slowly getting out of his chair.

"Yes. It's a girl. Do you have a problem with that?" She asks, turning to face him, a questioning, almost daring, look on her face.

He quickly shakes his head, and she smiles softly at him. "Good. Go to the library by 11 tomorrow and you can begin the tutoring." He nods, and with that, she is out the door, and Finn is laying on his bed, frustrated at himself.
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Finn takes one last look at himself in the mirror. His brown eyes look bloodshot, he didn't get any sleep last night. His dark brown hair is still messy, even after Finn tried to make it look presentable.

"Good enough." He mumbles, shrugging as he walks out to the front door.

The autumn breeze blows gently at him, and he sighs. If only he was passing math, then he could enjoy the weather.

He trudges down the sidewalk, his hands stuffed inside his jacket. The walk from his house to the library wasn't very long, but his slow pace made it seem much longer. His thoughts danced around in his mind.

It was like he had floated to the library. He was soon standing in front of the large glass doors. He opens it quickly, walking in, and scanning the library for his tutor. His eyes stop on a girl, sitting at a table not very far from the entrance.

Her eyes are glued upon a textbook in front of her, as she flips a page, biting her lip in concentration. Her brown curly hair rests upon her face, and she tucks a strand behind her ear. She frustratedly pushes her glasses up, as they begin sliding down her nose.

She lifts her head up momentarily, before locking eyes with him. Her cheeks tint a light pink, and she waves her hand in a small wave. Mrs. Wolfhard has told her what her son looked like, so she gestured him over.

He walks to her, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Hey.. I'm Finn. Are you my math tutor?" He awkwardly asks, wincing at how timid his voice sounds.

"Yes I am. I'm Millie." She smiles brightly at him, closing the textbook as she moves over, allowing space for Finn to sit.

"So, Finn. You are struggling with math, any specific part you aren't understanding?" She asks, shuffling some papers.

"Algebra. I don't understand it. Why the hell are there letters in math?" He asks, huffing angrily at the thought of algebra. She giggles at him, and Finn can't help but watch the way her face bursts with happiness.
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By 2 pm, Finn had surprisingly had a great time. He was beginning to understand the concept, but he couldn't help getting distracted by Millie. She was an amazing person, with a great personality.

"I had a nice time." Finn says, as they were packing up to leave. She softly smiles at him, agreeing with him non-verbally. "When should the next lesson be?" She asks, placing the big math textbook into her bag.

"Umm... I'm free on Wednesday." He shrugs, and she nods. "Okay then. Do you want to meet here?" She asks, zipping her bag closed.

"How about you come over to my house?" He asks, running a hand through his hair, biting his lip.

Her knees begin to feel weak at the sight. The way he could look so insanely attractive without even trying.

"Yeah yeah." She stutters. "Here's my number." She adds, handing him a piece of paper with her number printed upon it.

He smiles, folding it and slipping it into his pocket. "Well goodbye for now." She smiles. She hugs him briefly, blushing when she realizes what she did.

"Goodbye." He smiles, and she walks out, leaving Finn with a idiotic grin upon his face. He turns to walk out, his eyes upon his arms, trying to hide his grin.

His eyes widen when he sees a new tally mark upon his wrist. What made it even stranger, was that it was the one color his mark had never been; black.
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Part 2 coming soon ❤️
Word count: 924

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