ATOMS (THE SOCIETY)

xiii. p.s remember to trust yourself ?

chapter thirteen. 🌷 episode three.
p.s  remember  to  trust  yourself  ?

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summer. 12:30 pm , july 21
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ phoebe beckett

Phoebe Beckett was cranky. She was cranky because she was hungry and yes, Cassandra's rule on all food coming from the cafeteria was a good rule but right now all Phoebe wanted was some hot cheetos and a refreshing glass of orange juice with blocks of ice. This of course was not being served in the cafeteria, where they now must have all of their meals in a communal fashion, like how it used to when they were all in high school, when everything was the perfect kind of normal.

Phoebe walked into the cafeteria, dirty sneakers on, a blue oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun and 3/4 leggings on. This was not the girl-next-door that was perfectly portrayed in West Ham, no this was Phoebe Beckett in her natural form. She no longer needed to keep the facade of the sweetheart because everyone was something else in this new version of their town. Anyone can be anything ( but Phoebe wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing )

Phoebe narrowed her focus on a certain blonde. She spotted Elle with her head down, fiddling with her food, in a light pink sweater. Phoebe took a deep  breath and headed towards her way. She had to make amends with the Tomkins girl, she can't lose another best friend. Emily's death, that was out of her control, but conversing with Elle, that was easy right? Only Phoebe had forgotten how stubborn Elle really was.

"Hey." Phoebe said as she took the seat opposite Elle.

Elle glanced up then looked straight back down to her food. "Hi." She mumbled.

"Elle, please-"

"What do you want Phoebe." Elle's sharp tone cut through Phoebe's hopeful demeanour. Her icy glare reached the core of the Beckett's girl and twisted her heart.

"Can we just. . ." Phoebe struggled to keep it together. "I haven't heard from you in five days."

"You know, it was probably on purpose." Elle narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.

"Elle, I'm doing this for you." Phoebe blinked the tears back. "Can you just listen to me please." She gripped Elle's hand on the table. "You have to stay away from Campbell." Phoebe whispered.

"Why." Elle gulped, her hand unmoving, her gaze concentrated on the brunette.

"Sam's told me stories." Phoebe answered. "Campbell, he's. . .he's a psy-"

"I heard my name." Phoebe felt Elle's hand rip away from under and she looked up to see Campbell Eliot towering over their table.

"Hey." Elle said with joviality that was very well faked but Phoebe could clearly see it.