I'm worried about my soulmate, and I don't even know her name.

I'm scared she's abused or something. Or maybe she'll just be scared of my appearance.

That wouldn't surprise me.

I'm built very much like a jock, so I'm pretty sure it comes as a surprise to lots of people when they learn I'm not on any sports team.

But back to my soulmate, I'm scared for her. The words on my arm are terrible.

"Please don't hit me!"

What kind of words are those? I just couldn't have gotten name, could I?

I moved from Canada to New York around a year ago, but I still don't have any friends. And strangely enough, I'm okay with that.

I start making my way to class when I notice a small dark skinned girl being pushed around by two older girls.

I can't hear what they're saying but by the way they're pushing around the girl, they are definitely not friends.

I start trying to make my way towards the girl, but other people are blocking my way. I try to get though, but by the time I do, the girl is gone.

I sighed and started walking back to class.

Le time skip

As the bell rings, I slid my books into my bag and headed over to my locker. My next class was Gym, and I hated gym. Especially since today is the Fitness Gram Pacer Test.

I shove my books onto the shelf in my locker as the bell rings. I grab my gym bag and water bottle, lock my locker and head off to class. As I do, I walk down a nearly deserted corridor.

There is only one girl at her locker. She's leaning underneath her lock, and I realize someone has Dummy-Locked her. The dark-skinned girl is clearly embarrassed.

I see girls in the corner of the hall snickering. I walk over to the dark skinned girl and tap her shoulder.

She whirls around as if expecting an attack and instantly curls into a ball in front of me. "Please don't hit me." She begged.

My heart broke. Was it just my appearance, or was she used to getting attacked? Then I realize it's the same girl from the hall earlier.

I crouched down next to her. "I won't hurt you." I assured her. She looked up at me, fear fading from her eyes.

I finally notice that she has beautiful golden eyes, and for a few seconds I'm lost in them. I return to reality as she cleared her throat.

"Oh right! I'm Frank. Frank Zhang." I smile sheepishly. I offer her a hand up.

She accepts my hand and I pull her to her feet. She's lighter than I expected, so I end up pulling her into my chest. I feel my face go red. "Sorry." I stutter, embarrassed.

The girl is also blushing and looking down at her feet. "I'm Hazel." She says, not making eye contact.

"Well Hazel, is it okay if I help you with your lock?" I offer.

She shook her head. "No thanks." She mutters.

She crouches back under and finishes the lock and her locker opens.

I heard the snickers from the corner grow and I can't figure out why until Hazel runs past me, accidentally smacking my shoulder as she darts past.

I look into her locker and see the word Freak has been plastered everywhere in red marker. I shoot a glare at the girls in the corner, lock Hazel's locker for her and chase after her.

Guess I'm skipping gym today. Hopefully Coach Hedge doesn't kill me.

I find Hazel in the second corridor sobbing into her knees. I sit down next to her. For some reason, I feel so attached to this girl. I don't want her to be sad.

Hazel sniffles and looks at me with her big golden eyes. "My gods, you probably think I'm such a baby." Hazel sighs and the tears stop.

I'm tempted to hug her. "No, I don't. Do those girls do this often?" I ask, trying to reassure her.

She nods and shoves her head into her knees again.

"Hey don't be sad," I say, pulling her into a hug. "If they bother you again, just let me know."

Hazel looks up at me and blinks. "Why are you so nice to me?" Hazel asks, her voice wavering.

I'm not sure how to answer her question.

But almost out of nowhere, I find myself rolling up my jacket sleeve to reveal my soulmate words. "Please don't hit me."

Hazel stared at the words, then looked at me before rolling up her jacket sleeves.

"I won't hurt you." Her arm read. With a start, I realized I had said that to her.

"No," Hazel said standing. "This is too much to take. Thank you Frank, really, but I can't handle this right now." Hazel marched off without another word and leaves me in the corridor corner alone.