HeRo (Sⓗort Stⓞrⓘⓔs)

It Can't Be Him pt. 2

Oh No! 2
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My palms were warm and sticky with stress sweat. I had no idea how to react to this situation.

Not more than twenty four hours ago, I had been changing in the locker room, when my local school jock decided to pick another fight with me.
And then my chest began to glow.

"What the-?"

"Huh?" I had gasped out.

Jean had stared at my chest, eyes bulging. "Your chest it-"

"Wait no - SHIT!"

"That means were-"

He had stopped and simultaneously we both screamed, "Oh hell no!"

I had wanted something to change. Just not something quite so consequential.

I've been waiting all my life for the one; Jean definition was not the one.

Maybe it was a mistake. A false alarm. I don't like boys. I most definitely do not like Jean, and he doesn't like me either.

It's wrong.

We just happened to be in the right place at the right time. He isn't the one for me. Jean and I had been rivals since elemenary. It just wasn't possible.

What if Jean actually was my soulmate? How would I face him, how would I react? I don't think I could take it. I wanted closure. Is it true? Am I stuck with him for the rest of my life? Or is it faulty.

I needed to know.

I needed to know.

And then I had recieved this less than hopeful note which read: Nerd, meet me in the science classroom, immediately after school. If you don't show up, I'll find you. My mom knows yours, and I'm sure she knows where you live.

- Jean W.

Hence the reason I was loitering outside the science room, inner turmoil transparent on my face. Eventually, I worked up the courage to knock once quickly on the door, and quickly turned the handle to the room. I peered inside, and saw how dark it was. Hesitantly, I stepped inside and felt cool air wash over me. It was nearing the summer time, and the air conditioners had been put on full blast. Although cooling, it did nothing to quell the bubbling warmth inside my gut, twisting and turning knots.

"Nice of you to finally arrive, nerd," a voice said, and I jumped, grabbing at my chest as I gasped.

"You ass!" I screeched and my voice cracked embarrassingly so.

Out from the shadows emerged Jean, in all his jackpot glory. Blessed with looks, athletic talent, and little to no brains (compared to me anyhow), he was the most popular boy in school. But of course, all I could see was red as I glared at him spitefully.

"Fucking prick," I muttered as the raven ran a hand through his hair as he laughed, my cheeks burning with heat.

As soon as he calmed down, the asshole jerked a thumb at me and ordered me to sit in the chair right across from him, so I sat on the desk.

Jean narrowed his eyes and then groaned, running a hand down his face.

"Man, you nerds annoying," he said after a small silence. I knew he was only trying to distract himself from the inevitable, and frankly, I didn't blame the guy. I nearly left as soon as school let out, but I wasn't one to run away.

All the time.

In front of me Jean looked smaller than usual. His shoulders were slumped, hunched, and his face was tired looking, as if he hadn't slept all night. I threw in a couple mess after dinner, and then I passed out. But still, artifical sleep was not the same as authentic.