~Chapter 19

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Matilda had started breathing deeply, hyperventilating. She didn't want to be Jackson's soulmate. She couldn't be his. Maybe the universe was joking with her and she was asleep, so when she woke up she would see the few shades once more. She missed those, and definitely thought they were better then this. Though obviously if her soulmate was someone better she'd have no problem with these colours.

Jackson came closer, sensing something was wrong with Matilda. He wanted her to feel ok. To feel like he loved her and had been waiting for months for this moment, just like he had. He wanted her to know that he hated acting horrible towards her, that he had wished to just hug her after his friend, Brett, had insulted her in classes endlessly.

He wanted her to know she was loved. And loved by him.

But, this was his chance. His chance to right the wrong. To help his soulmate out.

"J-Jackson, I need some time alone. So... leave me the fuck alone for a long while, please." Matilda whispered, her eyes only glancing to see his hurt expression before glaring at the floor like it was evil. She didn't like being rude generally, but him and Bratty-boy are her exceptions. She didn't care if she seemed like an evil troll to them, they deserved this attitude.

Jackson, on the other hand, was shocked. He didn't expect Matilda to act like that after she just found her soulmate. Or was it just because it was him?

"No." He said, confidence oozing from him. He was not going to lose his soulmate after finally discovering she was real. After discovering she could be his. "I'll only leave if you can look me in the eyes and say that I have to leave you alone. No avoiding contact..." Jackson leaned closer, hoping his plan will work. But, it'll only work if she work with it.

Matilda moved her head slowly, trying not to be scared that her supposed soulmate is right in front of her. When she was level with his face, she opened her mouth to speak, a glare still present of her face. Her intake of breath was abruptly cut short by something. Or someone.

Jackson. Or, to be more detailed, Jackson's lips.

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