The Soulmate Theory (Phan AU)

Chapter 2

I got off the bus and looked at the enormous high school before me. Much, much bigger than my school back home. Martyn was lucky he was already graduated. Every American high school stereotype and movie I had ever seen came back to me, and I gulped nervously before walking in.

I had been given a map and my class schedule at orientation a week prior. A map. This school was so big, I needed a map to get around. I looked at my schedule, finding my first class of the day: Chemistry, Mrs. Ellis, room 208. I took out the map I had been given, and stared at it for a minute before locating room 208, and made my way towards the class.

Everyone around me was running, yelling, squealing, excited to see their friends. Basically it was a larger, louder version of the bus. I kept my head down and walked quickly, bumping into someone.

"Watch where you're going!" He yelled as I walked away.

I finally found my class, and sat down at the back, watching as other students walked in. I took out a notebook and a pen and started doodling.

"Hey! Phil, right?"

I jumped and looked up to see Dan standing next to the desk.

"Jesus, do you always sneak up on people when they aren't paying attention?"

Dan laughed, and a very cute laugh it was. "No, you just never seem to be paying attention." I then saw him wave some people over. "Louse! Peej! Come and meet Phil, he's from England, too!"

A tall boy with green eyes and curly hair, and a girl with blonde hair with pink and purple dyed ends walked over. The boy with green eyes sat on the edge of my desk. "Hey, I'm PJ, but you can call me Peej." He also had a British accent.

The girl stood next to PJ with a arm resting on his shoulder. "And I'm Louise! Nice to meet you, Phil." And she also had a British accent.

What the hell was with all the Brits in Florida?

As if he read my mind, Dan explained. "We all met each other in middle school, driven together by our British-ness. Granted, it _is_ pretty strange that there are so many of us; there's also 

Chris, but he has a different class right now. They call us the Brit-clique."

"Who's they?" I asked.

Louse answered in a very posh accent. "All the Americans who must be simply jealous of how amazing we are."

PJ rolled his eyes. "Do you want to be a part of the Brit-clique? We're not really a clique, it just kinda rhymes."

I shook my head. "Thank you, but no." I said shortly.

Dan looked a bit surprised. "Well, you know, we're always open. You might need some friends."

I watched as the three of them walked away and sat in their seats, Louise talking about something that happened during the summer, causing Dan and PJ to laugh really hard.

I was almost envious, I missed having friends. After Mum had died, I pushed everyone away. My dad, Martyn, my friends.

I was really close with a brother and sister; Zoe and Joe. We were a great trio, we did everything together. Zoe was the sister I never had, and Joe was like a brother to me. After Mum died, they came by my house everyday, they called, they texted me. I wouldn't respond. I laid in my bed, not moving for a week and a half before I finally found it in me to go back to school.

When I went back, they immediately rushed to my side, asking if I was okay. I shrugged them off, and gave short answers. I kept doing this, pulled away from the other friends I had, until people eventually stopped talking to me. Stopped inviting me to things.

It was just a couple weeks after Mum died when I read the thing on Tumblr about soulmates. I laughed at the idea.  Soulmate, ha, I saw what that had done. My dad was so in love with my mum, they truly were soulmates, but her death ripped him apart. Left in him in so much pain. And I didn't see finding "true love" as worth the pain it would cause.

I vowed then, to cut myself off from people, because if I didn't get close to anyone, I wouldn't get hurt. I would never fall in love, and I would never have to go through what my dad went though.