The Soulmate

Chapter Two

Mystery guy, whose name I learned a few days ago was Heath Kensington, sat at the seat behind me. I could feel his intense stare ripping through the back of my shirt, and every once in a while, his foot would tap against the leg of my desk. There were times I felt him smile as I tightened my ponytail at the back. Was that even possible? To literally feel someone smiling at you without even looking at them? But that wasn't the weird part.

Even though he'd declared his love, or whatever, for me a week ago in front of the entire cafeteria, he hadn't done anything else since then. Well, not anything that anyone would notice. To everyone else, Heath had simply been playing with me and lost attention after he realised I wasn't falling for him. But they were wrong.

Every day since that incident, he'd catch my eyes as we passed the hallways, and then smile to himself as though remembering a joke. There was a flirtatious charm in the way he'd look at me, staring at me hard across the tables during lunch time, so much so that I couldn't focus on anything else. He'd stare so long, and so intensely, waiting for me to meet his eyes, and when I did, a smirk entered his lips.

He was trying to get my attention, but in a weird way. It was like...like he was saying that he didn't need to proclaim anything anymore because I was going to fall for him whether I liked it or not. Well, no thank you Heath Kensington. I politely refuse.

And then one tuesday morning, as I sat in my usual seat in AP English, Heath had crossed the line.

He walked through the classroom, ignoring the girls who were saying hi to him. I kept my eyes on the desk, pretending that I didn't notice him walk in . I felt his burning stare as he strode towards me, then sat at the seat behind me. My heart began to thump like the traitor that it was, and I willed for it to stop. It wouldn't. Damn you, heart.

"Morning, Ava," he whispered, so low that only I could hear. "Did you miss me?"

I bit my lip. Before my mind could comprehend his question, my heart took the leap and said "I did."

Crap.

Crap, crap, crap, crap!

Why the freak did I say that for? I didn't mean it at all, and it came out of no where, completely unprecedented.

"I didn't," I said quickly. "I didn't have enough sleep last night, so I'm not thinking straight! I did not, and never will, miss you. Ever. I didn't miss you. I didn't."

Great, now I was rambling.

"You're rambling." He read my mind. "Hmm...you like me. I didn't think you'd fall for me this soon, though. But hey, I ain't complaining! You are, afterall, my destiny--"

I turned, staring straight into his disgustingly beautiful eyes.

"Stop calling me that! I am NOT your destiny, or your anything. If there is such thing as destiny, you're far, far, beyond mine! We are poles apart, and nothing could ever make you and I, a WE. And to top it all off, you're irritating! I can't even sleep because of you. Ever since I met you, you're constantly invading my dreams. Just leave me alone!"

I was panting heavily, my chest rising and falling, and then, I smacked a hand against my mouth. My eyes widened in horror as I realised what I'd just confessed. Embarassment pooled over me like a tsunami, and I so badly wanted to drown.

His brows rose in a challenge, as he gave me that flirtatious smile I couldn't stand. Heath placed his elbow on the desk, balancing his arm against his chin, and looking at me like I was something adorable.

I did not feel adorable. I felt like a total idiot.

"I didn't mean that!" I lied. "I don't-I don't, um, dream about you, um ever. I...I'm going to focus on class now. Right. So, let's just clear it in the air that I did not, and do not dream about you. Like, ever."