Soulmates

romantic and adorable

The wind blew across my face.

I shivered, but I am not sure if it is from the breeze or my situation.

It started as any other day, I got up and went to school.

I went to all my classes in a daze.

At lunch is when it started.

I was sitting with some girls, not speaking or listening to anyone.

Then I felt myself getting angry, my cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

That could only mean one thing.

He was nearby.

I told myself not to turn around, but I seemed to have no control over my neck as it looked for him.

I saw him, standing right behind me, smirking at me while I tried to find him.

"Looking for me," he snickers. His two brain-dead friends snicker behind him.

I seem unable to speak so I only glare.

"I need to speak with you alone this afternoon," he says with his usual arrogant expression, but with an undertone of fear.

"Why would I ever do that?" I tell him, but we both know that I will be there. I am always there.

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That afternoon, I finish my classes and remember the meeting. I realize we didn't set a place, but my feet guide me to him, standing and looking at a mural. I try to act annoyed, "What?"

"I cant take it anymore," he murmured to me silently, still studying the colors of the mural.

"What?" I repeat, genuinely now, and with interest.

"I cant pretend to hate you anymore. Not when you and I both know its not true."
I melt under his words. I had always known it to be true. Since we first touched hands two years ago and I felt a new energy run through me, through us. But no one else knows, we have hated each other for three years before that and still act like it now.

I would never tell him, but I believe we are soulmates. My blood boils and my body isn't my own when he is around. I know soulmates are only things hopeless girls believe in, but the hopeless part of me believes it to be true.

"Oh... what are we going to do?" I whisper to him. Students passing by looking at us strangely. This is the first time we have conversed like civilized people.
For the first time, he stops looking at the mural and looks at me.

"This," and he grabs my face and kisses me hard, in front of the entire school and teachers. In front of his friends and my friends and strangers. This isn't us, this isn't how we act.

But for the first time, I feel like that's okay.
And I kiss him back.