Marry Me | NatePat

Chapter One

"You should be thankful that anyone would ever love you, you disgusting human being. When that crazy bitch enters your life, she'll be the first and last person to ever love you."

Nathan Smith rubbed his pencil eraser harshly against the words, like they would go away if he mutilated his skin enough. They never did, though, and he was left with red, scabby flesh that made the words more noticeable.

His teacher was lecturing the class on Romeo and Juliet, speaking out about how passionate and meaningful the story was. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying how stupid it really was, and how unnecessary half the storyline was.

"Is there something you'd like to share, Mr. Smith?" his teacher caught him mumbling and he took the opportunity to stand.

"Yes, actually. Romeo and Juliet couldn't be a more useless story about two rebellious teenagers who did pointless things that they shouldn't have done," he sighed, then flashed a proud smile before sitting down.

"Do tell me why, Mr. Smith," the teacher didn't seem angry, in fact they were egging him on. It wasn't often that Nathan spoke out in class, and his teacher was taking advantage of it.

"Juliet was what, thirteen? Take a pretty much three to four year age gap as her Romeo and you have a literal pedophile in a few years. Their relationship would be illegal," he huffed, "they weren't meant to be together, but like most idiotic teenagers they wouldn't listen to their superiors. Instead of Romeo keeping his hands to himself, he murdered her cousin and got them into even more trouble than before. Juliet cried more when Romeo got exiled than when her own family died. Not to mention they knew each other for three days, doing completely inexplicable things with each other, and then they both ended up killing themselves because Romeo couldn't wait one more god damn second."

His teacher grinned, "well said, Mr. Smith. Thank you for your participation. Would anyone else like to speak?"

A set of brown eyes in the back of the class looked up, the person's mouth opening before checking Nathan's gaze and he quickly shut his mouth. He'd seen the student before, Matthew Patrick.

Matthew Patrick was stunning in Nathan's eyes. He had messy hair that always seemed to flip to the right side of his face, and it was always short enough to show his pretty eyes. Unfortunately he didn't have the confidence to speak to him, and knew there was no way in hell that he was his soulmate.

No, his soulmate was some crazy bitch saying marry me the moment they met. His soulmate wasn't the epitome of perfection, so much beauty and intelligence packed into a gorgeous body. It was a crazy girl.

A girl.

Nathan felt tears blur his vision as the thought of having to be with a girl for the rest of his life. He was gay, he was gay and didn't have a tolerance for romantic or sexual relationships with girls. Not only that, but as his eighteen birthday approached, he was nearing the mark where people never met their soulmate.

Even being married to a girl would be better than being alone forever without the option of finding someone other than his soulmate. He couldn't deal with being alone, and he would rather be with someone who loved him that he didn't love than let the two of them forever be by themselves. His soulmate would always come first.

Nathan wiped his eyes as the bell rung, giving him the cue to get the hell out of there before he burst into tears. He pushed past the students trying to get by him, getting to his locker quickly and pulling it open. Trying his best to ignore the happy couples passing by, their hands intertwined for years to come, he slammed the locker door shut and turned on his heels move into the swarm of students passing. Sensory overload kicked in as he felt people continue to touch him.

He hated being touched by people, whether they be family or friends. Complete strangers were worse, but whenever one of his friends wanted to get touchy with him he would almost break out into tears. When he was younger, he and his younger sister Morgan would get into fights and as a result, their mother would put them in a large gray shirt with GET ALONG SHIRT scribbled on it with black marker. He had panic attacks just at the thought of that shirt, and it was even worse when he got into it with Morgan.

He would go quiet before the crying started. He'd bury his face into his hand and sob as the minutes went by. They'd be in that stupid shirt for hours before they were let out of it. Morgan would always try to console him, but his mother just looked at him like he was a monster.

Nathan wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, moving past people until he saw a familiar splash of color.

"Sean," he spoke, poking the boy's face, "stop daydreaming about Mark and walk me home."

The green haired teenager, Sean McLoughlin, huffed and rolled his eyes, "shut up, Nathan. Let's go, but you know very well the day I stop daydreaming about Mark is the day I die."

"Yeah, I know. That's what worries me," he hummed, walking in the direction of the front doors. Neither of their homes were even close to a bus stop, nor did they live close enough to drive to and from there everyday. So the neighbors/best friends settled on walking each day.

"So, anything new happen? Meet your soulmate?" Sean asked that question everyday now. He was just as worried as Nathan was that he would end up alone or with a crazy girl.

"No. I'm starting to lose hope, man. What if they don't even live in this country? What if I'm never able to communicate with them and therefore I'm stuck with a relationship what would never work out?"

"You've got to stop thinking like that. You'll find them, one day."

"Like mom and dad did?" Nathan's parents were born without tattoos on their wrist. They didn't have a soulmate, but weren't allowed to marry someone with a tattoo so they settled on each other. It was a damn miracle both Morgan and Nathan had tattoos.

But with Morgan's wrist forever holding the word whore, and his marry me, sometimes he thought it would be better off if those words never existed on his skin.