My Soul Mate

Chapter 2

Once I arrived at school, my headache had rushed through and left. I was glad that it had gone, but I was still confused about why pictures of a stranger was stuck in my head.

A strong built man; black hair, piercing blue eyes. Within the blue of his eyes, I could also spot a glimpse of red. Why he would have red in his eyes, I had no idea.

Trying to rid my head of his picture presence, I trudged into the schoolyard. I was still caught up in my thoughts when I felt myself fall to the ground.

Sitting up, I looked around to see people staring at me. One by one, they all started laughing at me. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I quickly climbed to my feet.

"God, Mia," I heard someone say from behind me. Hands grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the laughing crowd. "You need to be less clumsy."

As my friend let go of my arms, I glared at her. "Gee, sorry," I sarcastically snapped. "Not my fault I'm so uncoordinated."

Rolling her eyes, my best friend snorted. "We so need to help you," she said to me. "Such a beautiful girl like yourself shouldn't be scraping your knees on the ground."

Baring my teeth and tucking my lips above my teeth, I said, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

The blonde haired girl in front of me cringed. "Not so much anymore," she giggled, shying from me.

I ran at her, my arms open wide. "Bear," I sang, still running. "Come give me a hug, Bear."

"I told you not to use my name," she yelled, her head facing me over her shoulder. I laughed, but kept running. Before my eyes, I watched as Bear tripped and landed on her front.

Clutching my stomach, I collapsed to the ground and laughed. Bear stood up and walked over to me, glaring down at me. "Who's s-s-scraping their be-beauti-ful knees n-now?" I stuttered out as my laughing continued.

Bear kicked one of my outstretched legs and stormed off, ignoring my calling out. I got to my feet and ran after her, stopping once my headache came back.

The pounding in my head was threatening to deafen me, my brain cells getting ready to pop. I gripped the sides of my head and tried to bite through the pain. It still got through, though.

Holding in a yell, I closed my eyes and was immediately met by an overload of images. A strong jaw, the start of a stubble roaming over his jawline. Blue eyes looking straight into my own. Perfect faded red lips parted slightly.

Even through the pain, and the many imprinted pictures, I zeroed in on this guy's lips. My own mouth tingled with the thought of both my lips feeling every crease and crack of his own mouth.

As if connected with my thoughts, the lips parted and curled up in a smile. I could feel my mouth open, a quiet gasp escaping out of its trap.

The smile got wider, showing his teeth. His perfect, straight teeth. The white of his chomps reflected the imaginary light, two teeth standing out the most.

Focusing on them, I saw that they were sharp and pointy, the ends ready to tear into anything predator worthy. Or to tear open the skin of a victim.

The last thought startled me, surprising me and making me jolt rod-straight. I still suffered from a headache, but it seemed it was passing.

"Mine," a voice whispered, forcing me to jump around and face the other way. No one was there, but I was still sure of what I had heard. "I will get what I want," that same voice said. Was I beginning to go insane? I felt a cool rush and leant away from the coldness that was growing increasingly fast towards my face. "I always get what I want." So? Why did I care? "And," that whispering voice dragged out, "I want you."