Give It A Shot | Peterick

Prologue

Hey guys! Brand new story, I'm super excited for it! Dedication to my wonderful editor arushi29m, thank you for all that you do ! You guys should totally go check out her imagines, they're great!

Anywho, here we go! The majority of this will be told from Patrick's POV.

I didn't believe in love. And I definitely didn't believe in soul mates.

At the age of sixteen, the first name of your "soul mate" appears on your left wrist. So on my sixteenth birthday, I was both surprised and disappointed at the name that appeared on my wrist. Peter. I was surprised because it was a guy. For all my life life, I'd dreamt of the day when a girl's name would appear on my wrist. I was going to find the woman whose name was imprinted on my skin, we were going to get married, have kids, and grow old together. It was all I had ever hoped for.

As you can tell, I used to be a sucker for romantic shit.

I was disappointed because, I mean, how many Peter's do you know? There were at least four in my graduating class. Unfortunately for me, my name never appeared on their wrists. Nevertheless, I still tried dating them.

Before a name appeared on someone's wrist, they would usually still date. Many people throughout middle and high school would date and sleep around, as an act to "rebel against the system". Meanwhile, everyone else thought they were just plain stupid. You weren't supposed to be able to love anyone other than your soulmate.

And then there's me, who thinks that you can't love anyone, ever.

Nevertheless, before I felt this way, I had dated several Pete's in the past. By several, I mean two or three. The first was someone I dated junior year of high school. He had the name Patrick on his wrist. But after one month, we broke things off, as neither of us felt very much attraction to the other. Having very common names did have its drawbacks.

The second Pete I dated was a little different. We had dated our senior year of high school. He was one of those rebellious kids who didn't care about what name was on his wrist. When it first appeared on his wrist, he immediately burned it, and his wrist was so badly scarred that you couldn't read it, even years later. He asked me out because he thought I was cute, and I agreed. Again, we only dated a month or two before breaking things off.

The third one was the reason why I don't believe in soul mates. I had met him shortly out of high school. I had known him for a while before he had started dating, and the two of us were best friends. I didn't know what name had appeared on his wrist, since he kept it hidden all the time. I had always secretly hoped that it had my name on it. So when he finally approached me one day, and showed me his wrist with the name "Patrick" on it, I was ecstatic. We dated for 8 months after knowing each other for 4. I was so madly in love with him, and I was convinced that he was so madly in love with me. I spent a year of my life with him, and I thought we would last forever.

But I was dumb enough to not even realize the fact that my name was on his right wrist, not his left. Once he was bored of me, I found out it was all a scheme. He had my name tattooed on him just as a way to get into my pants. After him, I swore to myself that I was content with loneliness. I would never love again, and I would never trust another Pete in my life.

People always criticized me for being a non believer. And if believers never die, then I was going to live a very short life.

Alright pretty short prologue. The rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise!

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