Virgil's POV (A/N/ the POV will change I promise-)

Once Art ended I went to lunch, I sat alone just like yesterday and Roman and his asshole friends sat at the table next to mine.

They were way to loud.

I've decided after listening to the awful conversations they were having and the terrible jokes they thought were hilarious that I don't like Roman. Like at all. I mean he's got a nice face but you kinda need more then that in my opinion.

I'm fairly certain he even talked about me at one point, he said he had to work on a project with "possibly the most emo wannabe looking person" he'd ever seen. Ouch.

I discovered I have math with Logan, and Logan is hella smart which is good because I suck at math. I decided to try to talk to him after class and see if he'd give me his number or something.

"Hey Logan, can I ask you a question?" I asked before Logan could walk away.

"You don't need my permission to ask a question, but yes I have a minute before I need to be in my next class so I can momentarily converse." He replied in his special monotone robotic way.

"Well I was wondering if I could get your number or something because I will definitely need help with the math homework." I said awkwardly.

Why am I like this.

Logan nodded once.

"That's logical, I do not think I have the time to give you my phone number at the moment but I could stop by at your locker after school is over." He said before pushing his glasses further up his nose.

"Okay. My locker is by our first period, I'm sure you'll be able to spot me in the crowd." I said running a had through my hair.

He simply nodded again.

"Alright, I'll see you then." He said, and then walked off to whatever class was next for him.

After I met up with Logan and we exchanged numbers. I left school in a hurry, I couldn't stop thinking about Roman, both the dude I'm forced to do a project with and my soulmate.

Hopefully they're not the same person.

Like usual when I got home no one else was around.

But unlike every other day I was extremely bored. I didn't feel like listening to the music or drawing, and YouTube doesn't have any new and/or interesting content, so my last option was to be social.

Well kinda.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked through all my contacts.

All five of them.

I could text my dads but they're working so that leaves three.

I refuse to talk to Dean, I mean dad did tell me not to talk to assholes.

That leaves two.

Roman is also an asshole so that just leaves one.

Logan.

He's probably not that busy and I have been procrastinating so I definitely need to do my math homework so, why not.

Me: Hey Logan

Logan: Salutations.

Me: Are you busy?

Logan: I am not currently doing anything.

Me: You wanna come over and do the math homework or something ?

Logan: Want to* I do believe I am able to do that.

Me: Alrighty

After I sent Logan my address I texted caffeine dad (because he's most likely not the busiest) to make sure it was okay. They're usually overjoyed when I have someone over but it's always good to make sure.

Me: Yo can I have someone over?

Caffeine Dad: omg did u make a friend?!?!?

Me: 🙄

Caffeine Dad: lol yeah you can have someone over

Me: k thanks

Now that that's over with, I just have to await Logans arrival.

I wonder how old he is.

Before I could think about it too much I heard the loud chime of the door bell.

I got up from my position on the old black leather couch in our living room.

Why am I so anxious? I know who it is!

I opened the door and as expected found Logan standing there, still wearing his tie.

"Hey." I said running a hand through my hair. I should be careful that might become an anxious habit.

"Greetings." He said back simply.

I motioned for him to follow me into the house.

Once we reached the living room he slid a navy blue backpack off his shoulder that I hadn't noticed earlier.

I already had my things spread out in a kind of organized chaos on the coffee table so once Logan had neatly spread out his supplies we got to work.

Not long after caffeine dad arrived.

I looked up from my paper to see him, Starbucks in hand.

"Virge when you asked to have someone over I thought you'd actually be like, hanging out. Not doing homework." He said shaking his head.

"Yeah yeah I get it." I said rolling my eyes playfully.

"So are you gonna introduce me to your friend or..?" He asked drawing out the 'or'.

"Oh yeah, that's Logan." I said using my pencil to point at him. He finally looked up from his worksheet.

"Hello Logan, I'm Virgils father. You can call me Remy." Dad said before taking another sip of whatever sugary drink he has this time.

Logan put on a polite smile.

"Nice to meet you." Logan said with a nod before looking back down at the worksheet.

Dad and I made eye contact before I went back to working on my homework.

After about forty minutes Logan and I (mostly Logan) finished the everything that needed to be done.

"You wanna go into my room?" I asked as he put his things back into his bag.

"It's want to, and I would not be apposed to relocating."

"Alright." I said standing up and stretching my back.

I lead him into my angst cave.

He looked around at me room before deciding to sit at my desk chair.

"So Logan, should we like, get to know each other or something?" I asked not really knowing what else to say.

"I guess we could communicate." Logan says, putting his bag down my by desk.

"So uh...how old are you?" I asked, thinking back to the question I had earlier.

"I turned seventeen a few months back actually." He said adjusting his glasses that didn't need to be adjusted.

"Oh? Sorry if this is intrusive, but do you know who your soulmate is?" I asked, immediately regretting it.

He sighed.

"Yes, I do in fact know who my soulmate is." He said not making eye contact.

I got lost in thought, so lost in fact I barely heard Logan ask me a question.

"Sorry what?" I asked, my head snapping up. I could feel my face heat up, thank Beebo I remembered to put on my foundation.

"How old are you?" He asked again.

"Oh actually today is my seventeenth birthday..." I said fidgeting with a loose thread in my sleeve.

"Interesting, do you know who your soulmate is?" He asked looking extremely interested.

"I'm not sure, but I think I might know." I said, finally gaining enough confidence to look at him for more then a few seconds.

"Would you mind sharing?" He asked. I can tell he's smart, smart people ask a lot of questions. They try to gain as much knowledge as possible. I think. I wouldn't know.

I just rolled my sleeve and showed him my left wrist. He looked at the name for a few seconds before talking again.

"Yes I do believe he goes to our school." He said calmly.

"Wait really? If it's that one really extra dude who's always yelling with his friends then there must've been a mistake." I said rolling my eyes.

"Yes I do believe that is him, I've been forced to work with him before and I think that is his handwriting. I may be mistaken though." He said before re positioning his backpack that'd started to slip down the side of my desk.

My eyes widened. No. I refuse to have that asshole be my soulmate.

"I can see that you are distressed Virgil." He said after a minute of me panicking.

"I refuse. That dude is not my soulmate. Nope. Not gonna happen." I said standing up and starting to pace around my room.

"You don't get to choose these things, I've done quite a bit of research on the topic and can't seem to find scientific reasoning as to why this happens, it all talks about fate or magic." He said seeming a bit exasperated by just the thought of magic and fate.

I agree, I don't want to believe in all that. By alas, it's true.

After another hour of us talking about soulmates Logan had to leave, his parents wanted him home for dinner or something.

Once he left cartoon dad came up to me.

"Did you make a friend?!" He asked exactly.

"I mean kinda, more like an acquaintance." I said with a shrug.

"I'm so proud!" He said bouncing a little.

"Thanks." I replied crossing my arms over my chest and smirking.

I guess today wasn't that bad.

(1536 words-

I'm proud of myself-)