Divine Complement

13 - Good Company

'Now I've got you in my space, I won't let go of you.

Got you shackled in my embrace, I'm latching on to you.'

*

My alarm started going off and I think it would be an okay option to jump in front of a car. I was having a peaceful dream about a llama farm when the song interrupted.

Okay, I might have a slight obsession with llamas, but that's normal. I grabbed the outfit I was wearing for the day and started my shower.

'All along the western front, people line up to receive.

She got the power in her hand, to shock you like you won't believe.'

My ringtone started and cursed whoever interrupted my jam session.

"What, Grant?" I sighed.

"Just reminding you that I'm picking you up at five and we're going to have a nice time together, babe." I gagged.

"Yeah, sounds nice. Can I finish my shower now?"

"Sure, doll. Think of m-" I hung up before he could finish that sentence. Fucking asshole.

I blame Marietta for introducing me to him. I blame Marietta for not knowing my type. Maybe, just maybe if she did, I would not be fucked over with Brennen. God dammit, Marietta.

I got out of the shower after having a casual conversation with myself and got ready.

"Aubrey, come here and help me bake these cookies while waiting. You could even take some on your date."

"It's not a date, mom." She nodded slowly and got the needed supplies out. I enjoyed my mom's cookies. They were like Jesus in cookie form. I was not sharing these.

A honk interrupted my mom and I's little conversations. She passed me a few cookies to take with, but I just shoved them in my mouth and gave her a smile before leaving.

Grant pulled up to some little park I've never been to before. There was a small trail at the beginning, so I was guessing that we were going to explore.

*

I laughed as I walked down the little nature trail with Grant. Grant was... okay. He was better than Brennen. No, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop comparing Grant's features to Brennen's.

Grant's blonde, curly hair had nothing on Brennen's floppy, brown hair. To Grant, it may be lifeless, but it's perfect. Grant's white complexion wasn't even close to beating Brennen's tan one. His eyes, though, were like a gray color. They looked a little different from that date night, that tragic date night, but they were still pretty. However, Brennen's unique eyes were just, I don't even know.

I cringed slightly as Grant grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. It didn't feel right. I could almost feel my mark twitch with annoyance. I didn't like Grant. He was good company, but he was conceited. Everything revolved around him. And he was a tad bit girly.

I plastered a fake smile on my face and we continued walking down the trail. The trail was small, narrow, and a little muddy. But it was a nice way to get away from things. I heard Grant whisper something to himself. It sounded like 'it's now or never' and I raised an eyebrow in his direction.

He stepped a little in front of me and looked me in my eyes.

"I know we've only known each other for a few weeks now," he chuckled as he passed a hand through his curly hair, "but I think you're my soul mate." It took all of my strength to not snort at his accusation.

"Grant..." I hesitated, "that's flattering, I guess. But I'm not your soul mate." I tried to flash him a soothing smile but he just scoffed.

"What? Of course you are! I bet you even have the mark for me. Show me your shoulder." My eyes widened as he tried to reach for my shoulder. I smacked his hand away. "Show. Me. Your. Shoulder." He nearly growled. I could file him for sexual harassment. Then, I heard rustling coming from the trail a little ahead of us.

"I don't think my shoulder should be your worries right now, let's go." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. He almost looked gay. I am starting to think he is. Would that mean I'm a guy?

He reached for my shoulder again. "Stop trying to touch my fucking shoulder! I'm not your fucking soul mate. Get that through your thick fucking skull, Grant!" So is this what Brennen felt like when he tried to tell me we weren't soul mates?

He must've had his head so far up his ass that he didn't hear that. Instead, he reached for my shoulder yet again. I was about to bite his hand off when the ruffling got louder, then stopped. Someone cleared their throat.

Oh, hey Brennen.

"Look, Mr. I Have Money Flying Out Of My Ass, I don't know if you have loose change in your ears, but she obviously said she's not your soul mate. In fact, I know exactly whose soul mate she is." Was he going to use this against me, really?

I never really knew if Brennen had the mark, but if I had it, he had to have it.

"Whatever, Freakazoid. I have better things to do with my time anyway. Goodbye, Callins." He hissed. I threw my middle finger up at him.

Brennen started to walk up to me. I got to see what he was wearing. A tight fitting muscle shirt with basketball shorts. He was sort of sweaty; I guess that means he was on a run or something. He looked pretty hot.

Stop, he almost ate your face off for even saying you had the mark.

"You don't have to play the superhero, but thanks. I'll go now." I started to walk off when I felt his big hand grab my wrist. My breath hitched and I felt a shock run through my body. I almost yelped. He turned me to face him. I had to look away, his stare was too intense.

He brought his mouth down to my ear, purposely brushing it against my neck.

"I have the mark, too." He whispered it so low, it was almost inaudible. My heart started beating a thousand beats a second. I'm more than positive that the whole world could hear my heart about to beat out of my chest. I felt light headed.

He looked in my eyes, and in that moment, I didn't know what I was feeling for Brennen Myers.

I ran.

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so it's literally been a year since I've updated this trash. wow nice

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