A Soulmate Story A Day

2 ~ What If?

[Published 02/10/15]

Thump!

He flew into me and I surprised even myself by managing to not fall flat on my face, instead steadying myself on the hallway wall.

'Sorry mate!' He cried, shaking his blonde shag of hair in my general direction as he started running off again, away from his actual 'mates' who were trying to drench him in yogurt.

'Whatever.' I mumbled, shaking my own head except this time in dismay. The school was full of naive idiots who had been sheltered and fed lies since the day they were born and I-Couldn't-Stand-Them. Not their fault really, that they were like, what they were like, however. Especially as they had always been told things like:

'You can do anything! Anything you want!'

'Of course you can become a rockstar, sweetie.'

'I'm sure you'll make it as a world class footballer.'

'No, if you don't think you'll need maths in your millionaire life then that is fine.'

'It's all about belief. If you believe you will achieve.'

That was our school motto actually, 'If you believe you will achieve.' A load of bollocks really. It absently missed out the fact that hard work and pure luck played a huge part in most things yet the kids gobbled it up like ice cream. I couldn't believe most the time that they were actually the same age as me.

I was one of the 25 scholars in my year, we stuck together like glue.

Can't say I really liked them either, too pretentious for me. Not that I was a complete loner. I was ok at socialising and many people considered themselves my 'friends'. Not that I really felt the need for lots of friends. 2 or 3 would be fine with me.

Wow, wasn't my life absolutely interesting?

~*~

It wasn't till the end of the day when I was waiting by the parking lot that blondie talked to me again  (despite being in my last 2 lessons).

'Hey,'

'Hmm.' Oh god here we go.

'I'm sorry by the way. Didn't mean to bump you.' He said leaning against the gate, threading his fingers round the metal bars.

'Great.' Do I look like I care?

'It's just that Mick was trying to shoot frubes at me and I wasn't really looking where I was going.'

'Wonderful.' Do you think if I put my earphones in he'll get the message?

'Wow, you really are mad, aren't you?'

'No, just impervious.' You never talk to me; literally go away.

'What? Is that slang?' I stared at him, stunned. Is he kidding me? Then he howled a wonderfully joyous laugh and I got that he was joking. 'Had you fooled, I'm not that much of an idiot.'

'You sure about that?'

'Hey!'

'Sorry, just asking.'

We stood in silence for what must have been five minutes and damn if it wasn't awkward. My sister was picking me up and I found myself continually checking the time on my phone to see when she'd be there, that was until I punched him in the chest.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a violent person and it wasn't just an unprovoked attack. Well sorta.

He leaned over my head, his bigger build easily reaching over mine, and stroked a lock of my dark, wavy hair behind my ear. So I punched him.