30 Days

1. 30 Days

I suggest listening to those slow sob love songs while reading this story. That's the shit.

Fuck.

I looked at the picture of Jesus my mom hung up in the living room, and flipped it off.

"You hate me don't you." I stood up, and walked towards it. "Because giving me him as a soulmate, you want me to get a head start on what hell is like, huh?" I looked down at the name again, feeling everything but adoration.

Dalton Matthews.

That popular guy every girl wants to be with. Every boy wants to be friends with. He thinks he's god's gift to the female population.

I sighed, and tried to rub the name off my wrist for the third time that night. Thankfully, my parents were out picking up the cake they ordered, not realizing it's already midnight. Meaning it was my 18th birthday.

How could that happen to me? I was innocent!

I sat on the couch, and waited for the bright lights to shine through the curtains signaling my family was home. I tried to think about what life with Dalton would be. Would he hold my hand? Kiss me in the middle of the hallway? Take me on dates? Would I dress up for one of his football games and cheer him on like a coming of age romance? I smiled at the thoughts. We'd look good together.

But a pang filled my chest.

He'd never want to be with me.

I was an average looking; curly hair, good height, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind me having a different skin color. He might be rude, but I know he'd never shoot that low.

I had friends, I was nice to everyone, I was even acquaintances with the cheerleader captain, Desiree.

Who also happened to be Dalton's ex-girlfriend.

They knew who I was, but I was still not allowed to sit at "The Table".

Maybe Matthews and I could be friends. Maybe we didn't need to be soulmates right away.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed out loud, and hoped my parents didn't enter the house when I was busy daydreaming, to avoid the embarrassment that I talked to myself.

I sat up, and tapped my foot on the carpet. There was always the chance of rejection. It didn't happen often. The percentage of being rejected from your soulmate is slim to none, but no one hides the fact it can happen.

I couldn't end up like those people. I couldn't let him reject me for no reason, and have the whole school find out.

I'd have to do something about it.

The thought passed my mind that I'd do it, but I don't have the guts to say no to my one true chance at love. I thought of my parents. They love each other with all their hearts, and ever since I found out what the concept of soulmates were, I couldn't wait for my turn. But after finding out it's Dalton, I lost all hope of that dream.

I paced around the room, standing up since my foot fell asleep.

I heard a ping from my phone. Who's texting me this late? I reached over, and opend up the instagram notification. It was a picture from Dalton's best friend, Ryder.

"30 days until the big game! Also happens to be Big D's very special birthday. He's finally going to become an adult. He's growing up so fast..." He added a crying emoji at the end.

Adult? Dalton's only 17? A big smile grew on my face, as I dropped my phone back onto the couch, ran into the kitchen, and almost tripped from the carpet going to the hardwood floors. I slid on my socks, and flipped over the calendar to the next month.

"His birthday is April 20th.." I muttered under my breath.

That gave me 30 days to work out this plan.

30 days, to make Dalton hate me.  So the rejection didn't hurt.

.....

Is it going to work out with writing and I?

No. Absolutely not.

We had a fight over text last night. They got pissed since I used the wrong your.

Bye little shits <3