Soulmate AU (PJO/HoO)

12. Katie

Hi, I'm Katie Gardener.

And I have the worst soulmate on the planet.

You're welcome that I'm sacrificing myself so you didn't get him.

He's so incredibly stupid, and can't take a single thing seriously. It's like everything is a joke.

"I swear to the gods Katie!" Travis, my apparent soulmate, groaned, loudly. I huffed angrily.

"Don't you swear about me Travis Stoll!" I snapped.

"All I did was make it more red!" Travis protested.

"Yeah, and that could affect everything!" I snapped back. He just didn't understand did he?

He'd put extra red food dye in our experiment. Normally, if he was anyone else, I wouldn't have cared.

But we both have a bad past wth red food dye.

"Please. What is red going to do to drastically effect this?" He groaned, again. I clenched my teeth.

"With your peanut brain, it's clear you don't know." I growled through clenched teeth.

Travis rolled my eyes and I turned away from him, frustrated as I went to dump out our water.

The red food dye is a long story, but I guess I do have time.

A long time ago, when I thought Travis was actually a decent human being, he nearly got me suspended.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, he gave my plants red food dye.

I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but it was. It really was.

My mother died a few days before the incidents. The last things she gave me?

The flowers.

I brought one to school, to comfort me as I faced Travis the next day. It was a stupid idea, honestly, but in my defence I didn't think this would happen.

I put it down for a minute to talk to the teacher.

One minute was all Travis needed to ruin my life.

He turned the flowers stems red.

I know that when I say this, it sounds over dramatic but it looked like blood.

And that reminded me of my mother.

The flowers she'd given me were bleeding.

Just like her.

(I promise I'm not this dark and dramatic all the time.)

It was too much. I slapped Travis that day and I never forgave him.

And I don't plan to.

Not until he apologizes.

It's been a year since that day. I know I'm probably not being fair, but he owes me an apology. And there's no way I'm apologizing first.

I filled up the cup of water and sat back down with a new cup of water. Travis stopped whatever pointless conversation he was having with his nicer younger brother Connor.

I snatched the dye before Travis could and put in the perfect amount.

"That's so boring," Travis muttered, looking at the weakly coloured red.

I ignored him. "Can you do the next step?" I asked.

"Mhm," he replied.

We finished the lab and the bell rang. Travis instantly ran out.

"Travis, get back here and help me clean up!" I yelled after him, pissed. He never helped clean up.

"No!" I heard him yell back.

"Ugh!" I groaned angrily.

I angrily snatched the tubes and emptied them, then rinsed the tubes. It took longer than I wanted, and I was late to my English class, which did NOT make my English teacher happy.

I mumbled an apology and she gave me a cold glare as I slouched in my seat.

Stupid Travis.

I scratched my wrist, absentmindedly.

Travis was a big idiot, and nothing could change that.

But I guess I did owe him an explanation for why I hate him.

Maybe I'll tell him next time.

WOW THIS TOOK WAY LONGER TO FINISH THAN I THOUGHT HOLY CRAP