PRIMARY COLOURS ❨ SEQUEL! ❩

eleven!

·ﾟ: * you're making me crazy, really driving me mad! ·ﾟ: *

Y/N'S POV !

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i pick up the assigned english book from mrs. cass' desk with, 'finding yourself' printed on the cover. bullshit, i think to myself.

just within my range of vision, i can see pierre just leaving his locker. i try to shuffle past everybody in the hallway in hopes of catching up with him, but end up failing despite my attempt, "pierre!" i call out, sure that he can hear me because there's not too much talking in the hallway. he looks behind his shoulder and makes eye-contact with me for just a second, not a second more or less. he turns back around and continues walking in the same direction as before.

while still confused, i decide it's no use because by now, the rest of my english class has already found their away around me and are now all flooding the hallways. cleo finds me, and puts her hand on my shoulder. i flinch. she gives me a concerned look, "are you okay?" she asks.

i take a second or two to answer, still staring at pierre who is struggling to just walk down the hallway— accidentally bumping shoulders with everybody and apologizing as each collision occurs, even though it's obvious it wasn't his fault.

"yeah." i answer.

TIME SKIP !

FINN'S POV !
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today, i return back to school for the first time in a long time. and at first, it seems as though nobody notices me,

until i am mistaken.

a few give me blank stares, some catching themselves in the act, and others simply caught in a daze. i awkwardly smile, wondering what kind of reputation i've gotten while i've been gone. whatever it is, it doesn't seem like one you might like to have.

"are you new here?" somebody asks me beside my locker. i look at the voice, some guy a black IT club hoodie, round glasses and tousled hair— something like how somebody might describe me, minus the hoodie part, "i thought i'd be the first to ask." he continues.

"no, actually," i try to come off as nice, "i've been going here since grade nine, i just...took a leave of absence for an extended period of time."

"oh," he says, not looking at me. he pulls his eyes back towards me, "i'm thomas, by the way."

"finn." i give a small smile.

TIME SKIP !

i feel bad for thomas when lunch time comes around, for a line has formed at the table we've decided to sit at, and random girls have filled in the negative space in the seats. he looks at me like i'm a stranger, which, to be fair, i am. at least to him.

"why are you all here?" he asks a girl who has taken a seat next to him. she stares at him for a second, and gives a laugh, not sure if he's kidding or not.

"what do you mean?" she replies. she has long brown hair and dark honey eyes. she is dressed in pitch black mom jeans and a golf wang t-shirt, accompanied by a pair of white converse (lol not vans we're not like everyone else hERE). her glasses, which are clear, have been passed through her belt loop.

"he said he's been gone from school for a long time. are you all his friends or something?"

the girl laughs, "ha! i wish. now, you really have no idea who finn is?"

the bell rings before thomas can answer. the girl races off to her next class, but not before reaching her hand out to thomas, "avrey." she says. thomas shakes her hand, and blushes from the touch.

"thomas."

avrey leaves quickly. thomas pretends nothing ever happened, "what?!" he says when he catches me giving him a sarcastic look.

"don't act like you didn't have heart eyes for that girl, avrey."

Y/N'S POV !
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everyday, i walk home with paradyse, with pierre walking behind us from a distance. today, pierre walks a little closer, almost next to paradyse. she catches on.

"you're walking fast today." paradyse directs towards pierre.

"i didn't know you noticed my walking patterns." he replies quietly. although, that's just the way he sounds.

but i like it, his voice. it was quiet and gentle, but he was still heard. shy, but still noticed.

"well, i notice when somebody's right next to me." paradyse says.

most siblings fight by hitting and punching and kicking each other. but for them, this was a climatic fight.

"really? funny, you didn't notice when that dude adam was—"

"pierre!" paradyse nearly shrieks.

"whatever," he says, more quietly. pierre hasn't looked at me this whole time, i'm not complaining, but i can't help but stay suspicious because in class i always get the feeling that somebody's looking at me, and when i look, pierre always seems to be dramatically and suddenly looking through his pencil case. however, whenever i try and talk to him, he ignores me. it doesn't make sense— but neither does a lot of stuff right now. for example, why did finn come back from his 'misson' to save liam without her? why did he come back at all for that matter?

before i can notice, paraydse and pierre are walking up the side of their driveway, "stay for a bit?" paradyse asks.

"no, uh, i have a history test tomorrow i haven't started studying for," i lie, "stupid historica-dominion institute, yunno?"

paradyse blankly stares at me, "okay, good luck with studying, i guess." she says, and then heads towards the side door, i continue walking, a little faster than before.

my phone dings.

PIERRE
you do know she's in your history class, right?

Y/N
shit.

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nine hundred forty-three words

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hi i hate this ending ((:

also uh, new theme ☺️