⌗ 𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

Vanessa Morgan [1]

VANESSA MORGAN | Fem!Reader

i don't know anymore

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[dix-huit]

Y/n's POV

"—Make sure to check your school emails for your assigned tasks. Thank you for joining my class today. You are dismissed." Mr. Johnson's voice bounced off the white walls of the classroom.

I sighed and stacked my books and notebooks together and placed it in my bag neatly. Pushing the chair in, I grabbed my bag and zipped it before pushing my arms through the arm holes. I rushed out the classroom and walked towards my locker.

When I reached the all too familiar black locker, I punched in the code and swung the locker door open. I took out the unnecessary books out of my bag and replaced them with a stack of papers that I still need to fill up with answers. I mentally groaned at the sight and huffed before shutting my locker door close. My hands gripped the straps of my backpack tightly as I moved through the crowded hallways to reach the school cafeteria.

After moving through the chaotic hallway for five minutes, I came face to face with the large doors of the cafeteria. I pushed it open and was greeted by loud chattering and the smell of greasy food. I walked to the lunch line and quickly bought a tray of cheese fries and a bottle of water. Squeezing my way through the line, I reached the end and walked to my usual table to see two figures of my friends.

As I reached the table, I grimaced at the sight of the two being all lovey-dovey. I sat in front of them, and they didn't seem to notice. I set my tray down on the table and hung my backpack on the hook that was located under the table.

"Can you please stop all that," I huff out a breath in annoyance at my friends who was sitting across me. "I mean, I get that you're, like, soulmates and shit but you don't have to fucking rub it in front of my fucking face."

My best friend Dani looks up at me from where she is sitting which is on her boyfriend's lap. She rolls her eyes and lets out a laugh as I pouted at her, "Look, you'll find your soulmate eventually," Dani says reassuringly, "A group of people don't find them until they are, like, older."

Roman, Dani's boyfriend and soulmate, nods his head in agreement to his girlfriend's statement. He looks at me with a huge smile and I can tell that he was trying to cheer me up but I saw the look of pity in his eyes. I sighed sadly and grabbed a fry that was severely covered in melted cheese, tossing it in my mouth. I rolled my eyes and looked at the words imprinted on the skin of my inner wrist.

My eyes grazed the black lettering on my skin, as if it was tattooed there, but it's been there since I was born, just like other people. Everyone has words imprinted on their skin which are the first words their soulmate will tell them. Dani's words are the sweetest, 'wow, you are gorgeous'. That was what Roman's first words were to her and yeah, it is cute. But me? I got the worst luck of having 'are you fucking shitting me right now? there is no fucking way, dude.' permanently imprinted on my arm.

When I was young, adults were often displeased by the vulgarity on my skin once they see my skin. When I grew older, people often laughed and teased me non-stop when they see the words. My family honestly didn't know what to think about it but my father did tell me that he, along with my mother, laughed as soon as the doctor reported to them what was written on my wrist.

I look up from my wrist and gazed around the cafeteria at the couples doing what couples do—kissing, cuddling, feeding each other, whatever. I couldn't help but feel my heart get hit with a pang of jealousy as I watched them. Most students from my school have found their soulmates and sometimes, I feel like I'm the only one left who hasn't found theirs which is obviously not true but, still!