Oh no! After school! How am I suppose to get out of this one?! I look up at my teacher. She's really nice, maybe if I explain my situation to her, she might let me stay after school!
Whilst everyone is talking and doing the worsheet she set us, I walk over to her. She looks up, smiling sweetly.
"Phillip! How may I help you? Are you stuck on the work?" She asks.
"No, miss. I was wondering if I could ask a favour of you," I mumble.
"Sure, anything for my sweetest student," She chuckles.
Wow, I guess being a smart-ass can get you somewhere.
After explainig my 'bully' situation, she nods, saying that I can stay bsck, but only for half an hour, because that's when she leaves. Phew!
Thanking her, I walk back to my sest with a smug smile. Unfortunately, Dan sees this, and puts his leg out, tripping me. I fall onto floor, face first. The whole class goes silent, a few giggles can be heard.
"DANIEL! AFTER SCHOOL 30 MINUTE DETENTION!" The teacher yells.
I get to my feet, stumbling to my seat. Why did he have to get detention. If I leave early his friends will pound me, but if I leave late, he'll pound me. Either way, i'm toast.
After the lesson had ended, the bell rang, and everyone was out in a flash. Well it was Friday, I guess everyone just wanted to get away from this hell hole finally.
I look to my right, seeing Daniel glaring at me. I can feel my eyelids become hotter. Why does he hate me so much? What did I ever do to him?
"I need to use the restroom boys, back in a flash," She jolts out of the classroom and down the hall to the ladies toilets, but I bet she's actually gone to the staff room to flirt with Mr Randall.
Great. Jut great. I never have luck on my side do I? In a classroom, alone, with Dan, my school bully.
I start fiddling nervously with my pen, rolling it around on the desk. I can see from the corner of my eye that Dan is still staring at me. I bet he's thinking about ways to hurt me later.
Loosing my concentration, the pen falls off the desk, rolling to my right, where Daniel sits.
"S-Sorry," I mumble, getting up to pick it up.
He gets up too, and both of our hands meet. Not in a romantic way, but in a way that's embarassing. And cringeworthy.
He keeps hold of my hand, dropping the pen back onto the ground. I look at him. No, I mean properly look at him. He's actually...georgous. No wonder he's so popular. That, and everyone is scared of him. His beautiful brown hair, and chocolate eyes are amazing.
We stay like that for a few seconds when he suddenly pulls my arm up roughly. I knew it was too good to be true.
He still has my left hand in his hands. Pulling it up, he unbuttons the sleeves, pulling the sleeve down.
These tiny movements sends a sting into my scarred arm. I hiss, retracting my arm, but he has a firm grip.
I feel my eyelids become hotter and heavier again, as tears start to roll down my cheek.
His eyes widen in shock as he continues rolling down the sleeve to my elbow, to see where the cuts finally stop.
His tight grip loosens, as he takes my arm and softly runs his fingers over the words. Some are almost fading. When he touches the deep cut, mostly saying Faggot and Freak.
I hiss again, taking my arm back, but he still won't let me. I finally look up, through my cloudy tear-filled eye to see him crying too. Tears are viciously running down his cheeks, but he does nothing to stop them.
"W-W-Why?" He croaks, voice full of hurt.
"W-W-Why not? It's a-a-all true anyway," I sob.
"I-I-I didn't mean it. YOU FUCKING IDIOT! HOW? W-WHY? WHY WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME? I THOUGHT YOU WERE STRONGER THAN THAT. ONE OF THE REASONS I ADMIRED YOU WAS BECAUSE YOU COULD TAKE ALL OF T-THIS!!" He yells, grip tightening on my wrist.
"I AM A FUCKING HUMAN. I HAVE A SOUL TOO YA KNOW? Y-YOU THINK THIS DOESN'T HURT? Y-YOU THINK I CAN H-HANDLE THIS? W-Well...I can't. Not anymore. I j-just wanna.....end it all. I hate myself even more than you you hate me!" I cry, harshly wiping away the tears that are carelessly rolling down my cheek.
"I-I-I....I don't...." He mumbles, staring at my disgusting arm.
"GO AWAY! I HATE YOU. YOU-YOU'RE THE WORST. JUST F-FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE....Please..." My voice cracks, and I can't yell or even talk anymore. The only sound filling the room is the sound of my hysteric sobs, sniffs and muffled cries.
Suddenly, I feel him pushing forward. I'm too slow to stop him, and I feel his lips roughly pushed against mine. After a few seconds of confusion, I start kissing back.
I have no clue what's going on anymore. I just go along with it. The kiss is warm. It isn't the best, I can feel our salty tears mixing in. I finally pull away, desperate for air.
I stare at him. The tears have stopped. For both of us.
"P-Please, please please please, don't ever hurt yourself ever again. I can't-I just...please..." He whimpers, placing his hand on my cheek.
"B-B-But-"
"Please, I love you too much to see you dead, or worse, suffer in silence," He rests his head on my shoulder.
"L-Love?"
"I just-FUCK!" I jolt up at his sudden shout of pain. I jump back, looking at him. He's clutching his chest in pain.
Oww! What the hell?! My chest starts to sting and hurt too and I feel heat runnig through my body.
I look down, and see a light glow coming from my chest through my school shirt.
I look up, to see his chest glowing, no, lighting up!
Wait...is this what I think it is...s-soul mate?
When our eyes meet, my chest stops hurting, but I feel amazing. My heartbeat is going really fast. And by the looks of his face, so is his.
"Does t-this mean..." I start.
"I don't know..I loved you, but I never knew you..." His face turns scarlet red.
"I think...I think I love you too," I grin widely, as he copies me.
I don't know what this weird feeling is, but I could get use to this.
Soul-Mate
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