Chapter one~Nico

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Chapter one: Nico

They say that when you find your soulmate, you will know. They don't explain how you will know, they just say you will. When asked, they say it's too complicated to explain, and you wouldn't understand. It's not that I care, really, it's just that I thought that I would know by now.
I should know by now. Everyone else knows already, why don't I. Why haven't I met my soulmate yet? Where is she hiding?
Where?
Where?
Where?
I'm not sure if she's even here anymore. There have been stories about people born without soulmates or soulmates dying before you have a chance meet. I used to think it was sad, but I now realize that it does matter.
It may seem sad, but it's not really.
I used to get bullied about not having found my soulmate. People used to say that she died when she found out what a loser I was, actually they still do. I used to believe them too. Now I realize they were just trying to make themselves feel better, as cheesy as it may sound.
I'm tired of not knowing what it's like. I try to deny it, but it's true.

My morbid thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud on my desk in front of me. Knowing full well what the noise was, I looked up, and staring at me straight in the eyes was the monster known as Mr. Henderson.
Mr. Henderson is the type of teacher that everyone hates. The one that has been teaching for way too long. The one who ruins school for everybody. On rare occasions did the students respect him, he just isn't one of those teachers that deserve respect.
Although in all fairness, I probably don't deserve respect either. I skip school often enough for the teachers to not expect that much from me, and I treat most of them like shit. I wish I was able to do the same with the other students, but they already treat me  like trash and I'd rather it not get any worse because of a stupid retort that probably slipped out of my mouth without me realizing.

We sat there for a few moments, glaring into each other's eyes, both of us refusing to move. His dull, almost black eyes seemed even darker then usual, or perhaps I have just never been close enough to notice. Apparently close enough is far to close for comfort. I was starting to get annoyed. I he was going to yell at me, he should just do it already. It would be easier for the both of us, and less pleasing for the rest of the class. The longer we sat in silence, the less time we had to learn useless facts.
At last he spoke, "do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. Slane?"
The class laughed quietly at the mention of my name. It is quite an odd name, to be fair. I'm sure if it wasn't my own, I would have laughed at it too.
I shrugged, "not really. Why, should I have something to say?" I made sure to coat my words in extra sarcasm, just to get him annoyed.
He made a low growling noise, confirming that I did indeed piss him off. "Don't sass me, Slane, or do we need to call your parents again?"
His threats usually don't bother me, but today is different. Today is the anniversary of my dads death. The one day of the year where my mom drinks herself to unconsciousness to forget all of the sorrows in this emotionless society that we call home.
My dad died three years ago. I still remember the day vividly, a little too vividly for my liking.
I was in class, it was math I believe. It was an average day, the sky was clear, no clouds to be seen. I remember being called down to the office and I thought nothing of it. I remember seeing my mom, she was crying. When I saw her I rushed forwards and pulled her into a tight hug. When my mom finally calmed down enough to tell me, I-I'm not even sure what happened. I felt anger. Anger towards her for coming to get me first, anger towards the world for taking away my one role model, anger towards our system for making us live through the pain of seeing 'them' fade, feeling helpless, and weak. I screamed. I screamed for a long time until eventually the screaming stopped and I was washed away into nothingness. After that I didn't want feel anymore. I was tired of emotions, tearing my heart to pieces. My soulmate was missing an the word stole my father away from me.
My mom asked me if I wanted to go home, and I declined. I couldn't stand having to go back to all the memories, of him, of me, of my family.
I feel tears start to form in my eyes and I shake my head to forget.
One of the guys spoke behind me. "He was probably just thinking of his dead soulmate," he said with a sarcastic tone.
I turned to face the owner of the voice. "I was not!" I yelled back, lying through my teeth.
He laughed. "Ya right! I can see it on your face Slane, it's bright red!"
As he said this, the rest of the class erupted into giggles. My face turned an even brighter shade of red, if that was even possible.
"Alright, that's enough! Back to your work," Mr. Henderson growled, clearly not pleased with the class' behaviour.
This made the class go from an out roar of laughter to a soft giggle here and there. To say the least, I was not pleased with what happens and couldn't wait till this class was over and I could go see Talia.

I walked out of the lecture room solemnly, getting shoved here and there.
"Hey there hot stuff," chirped a familiar female voice.
"Hey Tal, how're you doing?"
Talia is the best friend I have ever had. She was always there trying to help me find my soul mate. She had found hers a few years back, and I have to say, they are PERFECT for each other. I'm a tad bit jealous, not that I would admit it.
"Oh I'm just dandy," she said sarcastically, putting emphasis on the word dandy.
I sighed "What happened?" I asked, even though I already had an idea.
"He did it again!" She yelled, causing attention to be drawn towards us.
"Shhhh. People are looking at us weirdly," I whispered.
"Sorry," she replied a little quieter.
"It's fine, anyway what did he do?"
"He told Ty that I cheated on him!"
"Again? Really? Did Ty believe him?"
"No, but it just annoys me!"
"Well if Ty didn't believe him then there is no problem," I concluded.
"Fine, whatever," she sighed, giving up.
"You finally learned that when I say it's fine that it is," I mumbled smiling.
She clearly heard this, because she hit me in the arm jokingly and said, "what, do you want me to continue?"
Rubbing my arm I gasped dramatically and cried, "oh no, please don't continue!"
She glared at the me for a few seconds before we both erupted into a laughing fit.

Wiping my eye that had begun to water I wheezed, "come on, let's go. The others are probably waiting for us."
"Right, right," she laughed.

We walked through the doors of the class building and out into the campus grounds. Without even looking around, Talia and I started toward our usual place beneath an old willow tree.
Already sitting there was four friendly faces, all chatting away about some unknown subject that we all enjoy.

Talia ran ahead to join in the conversation. All of our friends turned to face us. The first people I was drawn to was Orion and Liam.
Liam was sitting on Orion's lap, who had his chin resting on Liam's head. Orion had his arms around Liam's waist, their fingers were intertwined. I doubt they ever separate during their free time. They looked truly perfect for each other. Orion's shaggy brown hair matched Liam's perfectly styled blond locks amazingly.
Orion is basically the stereotypical 'jock'. Meaning he's on almost all of the sports team, loves going to the gym, and sometimes even goes on one of those protein only diets, which are disgusting by the way. Liam is the complete opposite. He was born into a rich family and has always had everything he wanted. Although, he's never really been one of 'those' rich kids that think that their way is always right, or that if they want something they can't go on without having it. Actually, Liam is quite kind hearted. Every year, he would always give all of his old toys to one charity or another, and I've always looked up to him for that

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