Oh No! 2
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My palms were warm and sticky with stress sweat. I had no idea how to react to this situation.

Not more than twenty four hours ago, I had been changing in the locker room, when my local school jock decided to pick another fight with me.
And then my chest began to glow.

"What the-?"

"Huh?" I had gasped out.

Jean had stared at my chest, eyes bulging. "Your chest it-"

"Wait no - SHIT!"

"That means were-"

He had stopped and simultaneously we both screamed, "Oh hell no!"

I had wanted something to change. Just not something quite so consequential.

I've been waiting all my life for the one; Jean definition was not the one.

Maybe it was a mistake. A false alarm. I don't like boys. I most definitely do not like Jean, and he doesn't like me either.

It's wrong.

We just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He isn't the one for me. Jean and I had been rivals since elemenary. It just wasn't possible.

What if Jean actually was my soulmate? How would I face him, how would I react? I don't think I could take it. I wanted closure. Is it true? Am I stuck with him for the rest of my life? Or is it faulty.

I needed to know.

I needed to know.

And then I had recieved this less than hopeful note which read: Nerd, meet me in the science classroom, immediately after school. If you don't show up, I'll find you. My mom knows yours, and I'm sure she knows where you live.

- Jean W.

Hence the reason I was loitering outside the science room, inner turmoil transparent on my face. Eventually, I worked up the courage to knock once quickly on the door, and quickly turned the handle to the room. I peered inside, and saw how dark it was. Hesitantly, I stepped inside and felt cool air wash over me. It was nearing the summer time, and the air conditioners had been put on full blast. Although cooling, it did nothing to quell the bubbling warmth inside my gut, twisting and turning knots.

"Nice of you to finally arrive, nerd," a voice said, and I jumped, grabbing at my chest as I gasped.

"You ass!" I screeched and my voice cracked embarrassingly so.

Out from the shadows emerged Jean, in all his jackpot glory. Blessed with looks, athletic talent, and little to no brains (compared to me anyhow), he was the most popular boy in school. But of course, all I could see was red as I glared at him spitefully.

"Fucking prick," I muttered as the raven ran a hand through his hair as he laughed, my cheeks burning with heat.

As soon as he calmed down, the asshole jerked a thumb at me and ordered me to sit in the chair right across from him, so I sat on the desk.

Jean narrowed his eyes and then groaned, running a hand down his face.

"Man, you nerds annoying," he said after a small silence. I knew he was only trying to distract himself from the inevitable, and frankly, I didn't blame the guy. I nearly left as soon as school let out, but I wasn't one to run away.

All the time.

In front of me Jean looked smaller than usual. His shoulders were slumped, hunched, and his face was tired looking, as if he hadn't slept all night. I threw in a couple mess after dinner, and then I passed out. But still, artifical sleep was not the same as authentic.

Jean actually almost looked like a real human being, for once.

I was hoping he bled like one, too.

"Nerd," Jean called out. I was snapped out of my reverie.

"Jock," I muttered, my attention now back on the sloth, dark haired boy.

"Look, nerd, I don't know how to say without sounding like a dork, so I'll just say it straight; I need proof you're the one."

I stared at Jean in confusion.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"I mean, I fucking need proof! I need to figure out myself whether or not we're actually soul mates. I need to know if this is some sort of weird fluke, or if you're the one."

In the past, I might've started a dight, but today I left it alone, and sighed.

"We need a doctors appointment."

"What? Why?"

"Don't you know?" I asked Jean. The jock only shook his head and I pushed up my glasses, beginning to explain.

"When two people mate, their chest inexplicably glows, connecting them spiritually. When this happens, the physical bodies are then connected as well. Which means, heart beats are in sync, emotions are connected, and most importantly, tattoo designs appear with with the name of your mate. Those usually show up about two days after being together in close proximity."

"What does this have to do with the doctor, nerd?"

"Doctors can look for signs to see if we're truly mated, you dunce!"

Jean had this look of realization on his face, and then he twisted his mouth to to the side, his anxiety showing through. He was scared. So was I.

Jean finally looked up at me, and frowned. "I can't go to the doctor," he said.

I crossed my arms, the itchy fabric that held my bookbag together across my chest scratching at soft skin on my biceps. "And why is that?"

"I have latrophobia."

"Later-whatia?"

"Latrophobia!" Jean shouted. "I can't stand doctors. They freak me out. I'm not going."

I grasped the bridge of my nose and breathe deeply, closing my eyes. So help me, Lord have mercy on this poor jocks soul. Or actually, not.

"Why don't you come to my house?" Jean said suddenly. "So that way we can see if you have the tattoo or not in the morning. I if we do, then we're soul mates. If not..."

I pursed lips. If not, it was back to square one; being enemies I guess. It was a comfortable relationship. I would say something hurtful, and vice versa. Usually I'd get punched or shoved, but nothing too bad. It was just something that has always happened to me, and I didn't think of it too hard.

Too soon I was swept away into Jean's car, over to his home.

Jean Wilson lived aways away from me; only a block down and over. His house was two story, with a cream colored outside, and a blue shingles roof. The lawn was clean cut, beautiful, and the grass was quite obviously fake.

His family always had to have the nicest houses on the street.

When I walked into into the home, I made the sudden realization that neither Jean's sister, nor his parents were home. Which meant we'd be alone. This unsettled me, but the day went quick after I called my mother and asked politely if it could stay at someone's house. She was fine with it, and even offered to bring me clothes, but I told her I was fine and that I was coming home first thing in the morning.

We didn't do much. I read a book in my backpack, while Jean played some mindless, gory video game. Then, he pulled out out a frozen pizza and made it it for us, to which we ate in silence again, as I read and he gamed, effectively getting pizza stains on his cream colored couch.

He just looked at at me sheepishly and said he'd have Rosa do it later.

I gathered Rosa was his maid.

The night came, and I was swathed in Jean's clothing; a large white t-shirt and sweat pants. I laid down in the guest room and tried to sleep, but it wouldn't come easy, so I popped in a pill of mine and soon enough I felt myself resting quietly in the peace and tranquility of his silent home.

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I was awoken by a scream.

I jolted out of bed, when I noticed that beside me was Jean...wait! JEAN?!

Horrified, I yelped and jumped out of the bed, only to land on my bosom not a minute later.

Jean was in nothing but sweat pants, and he looked just as confused me. I sighed, and then realized that I must have sleepwalked into his room. These pills were weird, and had strange side affects, like kidney failure and sleep walking. But they were the only things making me sleep, so I dealt with some of the effects. Luckily, nothing worse than sleep walking had happened to me.

I was about to apologize to Jean - how strange, right? Apologizing my sworn enemy since seventh grade, but my rival since grade school?

And then something caught caught my attention.

In neat cursive - almost like my own curly handwriting - was the name Michael etched into Jean's wrist, above a crescent moon.

My body tensed and I felt oxygen leave my lungs as I glanced down at my own wrist to see JEAN written boldly into my wrist above an identical crescent moon.

Dear Lord.

Jean was the one.

He was my soul mate.

I finally found him.

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