Inked

chapter 2

(A/N The picture up top is what Jasper looks like. Basically Marco from aot with glasses)

Jasper POV

I sat in amazement for the rest of class. When the bell rang it caught me off guard but luckily my next class was fairly close. Finally, I got to go to the only class I actually liked, Math. The only thing I disliked was the fact that I was the only sophomore in the senior math class. Needless to say I'm a bit of a nerd. I was still in shock for two reasons: 1)My soulmate was amazingly artistic and 2) I actually had a soulmate. Who would have the unfortunate luck of being my soulmate. I'm not cool or funny, I'm a clutz. I'd probably make a terrible soulmate. I feel bad for them. I started thinking about what it's like to be in a relationship. Kisses? when do people kiss? Ha can you tell I've never kissed anyone before? I read online somewhere that the average age for a first kiss was like 15ish and I'm 16. Ladies and gentlemen I am officially below average. I may have good grades in school but my love life is a big fat F.

"Mr.Cast? Will you please answer the question" 

I realized I space out for like 10 minutes. And I missed the question .

"Um sir could you repeat the question please?" I sputtered. The class snickered. The seniors in this class weren't exactly fond of me. I can't blame them. How would you feel if a kid 2 years younger than you joined your class and started getting better grades than you. Not very good eh? 

"Jasper the question is on the board" Mr.Reed sighed, clearly exasperated.

"Mr. Reed let me answer it, this little brat won't know the answer anyway" Interjected Chase. Chase Crash. Another asshole, he beat me up the other day because I accidentally bumped into him in the hallway, like I said I'm a clutz.

"No chase, I would like Jasper to answer it. And Mr.Crash do not call other people brats in my classroom" 

I looked at the board "Factor the algebraic expression 6x2 - 21xy + 8xz - 28yz" then looked back at the class, they all seemed confused with the problem. Which confused me. 

"Is this a joke?" I said under my breath

"hm?" Mr.Reed  questioned

"The answer is (2x-7y) (3x-4z)" I responded quickly. The class looked at me amazed. I was still confused as to why they were confused. 

"That is correct Mr.Cast" Chase sent me a look that honestly scared me. My friend used to say that I looked like I could kill someone but I'm actually a cinnamon roll. Which actually used to be true but I ended up losing a lot of weight, I don't want to talk about that. So now I look like a cinnamon role and am a cinnamon roll. Which kind of sucks because I'm not intimidating at all.

    The rest of class was kinda boring, pretty much the entire day was, except for the soulmate part, that was cool. I rushed on the walk back home after going to the library, I needed to return some books and do some research for a project.  I couldn't wait to get home. I was determined to find out who my soulmate was.I finally got home, pretty darn fast. The first thing I did was wash off all the penises on my left arm, thankfully they came off pretty easily. The only clue I had to who this girl is ( I assume it's a girl because of the name but you never know because I'm a bisexuwhale [bisexual]) was the signature she wrote on her/my arm. I think it says Elizabeth so thats a start. I ran into my room and searched my multiple bookshelves for my yearbook. I searched all the pages but no Elizabeth. I was actually surprised that there was no Elizabeth in our entire school.

   Then I tried writing on my arm. Yeah I'm pretty damn awkward. I wrote "Hi" because what else are you supposed to write when talking to your soulmate for the first time?  The ink on my right arm started to fade. 'Well crap there goes the only evidence that I even have a soulmate' I thought to myself. I waited 5 minutes, then 6, then 10. No response. Dammit. Then I tried again, I wrote "Hello?" then "Please". This went on for hours. Until my left arm was covered with pleas for an answer. I sat on the ground disappointed. Why won't she answer?

        I felt like shit. 'quit feeling sorry for yourself, it only make shit worse' I mentally scolded myself. I walked into the kitchen the see a note, it read,"Working late again tonight frozen pizza in the fridge. Love, Mom" I looked at my watch, it read 11:00. Then I looked into the fridge at the pizza.  ' I'm not really hungry' I thought to myself, forgetting I haven't eaten all day. I looked at my arm again and sighed. "Not good enough for anyone's attention again? I should be used to it at this point. Screw you universe." I said verbally, knowing no one would hear me. I washed off my arm scrubbing hard enough to scrape the first layer of skin off and went to bed, wondering why I wasn't even worth for a response.

A/N There's the second chapter, sorry it was bad and kinda boring but I needed a place to start Jasper's character ark. Also I know you won't be happy with what I have planned for Elizabeth. Yeah it's going to be infuriating, trust me. I'm actually quite happy with myself for updating twice in one day, don't expect this a lot, I'm gonna try for every other day.Thanks for reading and sticking around to read the author's note. See ya.