Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

TWO

WILL POV:
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Dodds, I slept through my alarm and had to run the whole way here," I try to explain, panting as I sit at my desk. To my surprise, I was only about 5 minutes late.

Mrs. Dodds scowls down her birdlike nose at me, "Just get out your homework Solace."

"Psst," Percy hushes from next to me, "What happened to your face?"

"What-" I ask bringing my hand to my nose and lips, realizing I'm bleeding. "God dammit, it must be another soulmate injury."

Percy grimaces as he grabs a tissue from Mrs. Dodds's desk and hands it to me so I can wipe my face. I realize my lip isn't gonna just stop bleeding since I can taste blood and feel it drizzling down my chin, so I excuse myself to the nurse. I decide to take the time to walk there to ponder what might have happened to my soulmate, wherever he is.

Ever since I was about thirteen I've been getting all sorts of cuts, bruises, and sometimes even burns from my soulmate. I mean I got a lot when I was younger too but not to an extent where it was too concerning. I've deduced that a lot of it is clearly from someone else, but the ones littering my arms and thighs are definitely self-inflicted. At first, I thought he was maybe doing some sort of martial art like boxing or MMA or one of those aggressive gory ones but once the cuts started showing up in my arms I realized that was highly unlikely.

Someone out there was hurting him, and that was causing him to hurt himself and I was determined to find him and help him. I didn't care if he lived in Africa, I was gonna find him. And yes, I know that my soulmate is a him. I've never had any kind of romantic attraction to girls in the past but I have for guys, so if I find my soulmate and it's a girl I'm going to be extremely confused.

"Oh no dear, what happened now?" The nurse turned to me as I walked into her office.

"Another soulmate injury ma'am," I reply reluctantly. The amount of times I've had to come in here with soulmate injuries, well let's just say I lost count.

"That's so strange, I just had that new kid in here with pretty much the same thing and the same reason," she said as she soaked a cotton ball in hydrogen peroxide.

I hissed in pain as the liquid stung the cut. "Really?" I asked excitedly. I knew I was just getting my hopes up but I couldn't help it. I mean what are the chances that we have a new guy transfer at the beginning of the year and he comes to the nurse just minutes before me with the same injury? Low.

"Yeah but I think it was in a slightly different place, so I wouldn't get your hopes up too high kid," she smiles knowing, kindly patting my arm. She put a small butterfly bandaid on it just to keep it clean for the rest of the day.

I walk back to class and sit back down with a sigh.

"Homework's on the board," Percy tells me as he goes back to drawing pictures of fish in his notebook.

I walk up to our usual lunch table and see that there is someone new at our table. I think it might be the new kid since I don't recognize them, but I'm also looking at them from behind so I can't be too sure.

"Hey guys!" I say moving to sit down across from him. He had shaggy black hair that was perfectly out of place, dark eyes with so much depth I honestly could get lost in them, a scar on his eyebrow that looked remarkably similar to mine, and a cut across his top lip. My jaw dropped. HE HAD A CUT ACROSS HIS LIP JUST LIKE I DID AND THAT SCAR I HAD TOO.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim dropping my lunch on the table.

"What?" he asks, looking at me like I might be an alien. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

I pointed at my lip and then to his over and over because I'm at a loss for words. A look of realization dawns on everyone's face, including his.

"Merda merda merda," he mumbles jumping up from the table and hurrying towards the exit.

"Wait!" I call after him following him out into the hallway. I grab his arm and he flinches away from my touch like he's scared of me. "Why are you running away?"

Without saying anything he turns on his heels and starts to run off again, but I grab his arm again. Once again he flinches and jumps away from me. I realize if he is being abused like I've thought, me grabbing him is probably triggering his fight or flight due to that.

"Sorry I didn't mean to freak you out, I'll stop grabbing you if you stop running away," I apologize smiling at him.

"Just leave me alone," he snaps trying to run off again. I run in front of him to stop him this time so I can avoid touching him and freaking him out.

"But I think you're my soulmate!" I explained though I thought that was clear.

He scoffs, "Yeah you got the wrong guy, sorry to disappoint."

"But look we have the same scar, and the cut on our lip, and I can see the makeup fading on your eye I have the same black eye I can take off the makeup and prove it!" I ramble. "It's really easy my moms not very good at covering the bruises."

He takes an unsteady breath, "That's probably just a coincidence, I don't have a soulmate."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "Everyone has a soulmate."

"Yeah, whatever, what I'm saying is that you're wrong so leave me alone."

He tries to shoulder past me but I put my arm out to stop him. "No look I can prove it!" I roll up my sleeve revealing it littered with cuts, lots of them fresh from the past two days. He takes a sharp intake of breath and I watch him as he tries to recompose himself.

"Sorry bout that dude, but I'm not the one so fuck off," he snarls. Honestly, if I wasn't so sure of myself he would have terrified me, especially considering I've heard his reputation and don't doubt that he could beat my ass, despite me being a foot taller-probably more.

"Oh really then show me your arm," I demand, really determined to get him to believe me.

He scoffs again, "I'm not showing you my fucking arm, now get the fuck away."

Before I can stop myself, and realize what I'm about to do is kinda messed up, I grab his arm and pull up the sleeve of his hoodie revealing it littered with the same cuts and scars as mine. No matter how many times I've seen it on myself, nothing could have prepared me for seeing it on him. I can feel tears pooling in my eyes.

He pulls his arm away from me as fast as he can, hugging it to his chest as he pulls his sleeve back down.

"Che cazzo c'è che non va in te!" he exclaims in what I assume to be another language, though I don't know which one. He pushes past me at full force almost knocking me over considering I'm still in shock from seeing his cut-littered arm.

This time I let him go, not wanting to push my luck and keep pissing him off and end up getting punched. Though I have no idea what I'm going to do with my newfound information, I'm still buzzing with excitement and happiness.

"I found you," I smile to myself.