+Rewritten!+
Weeks flashed by in a matter of minutes. Jackson hadn't spoken to Matilda during this time, completely ignoring her. He didn't even look at her during classes.
Sharing the same class as your supposed soulmate was hard. Sadly, it was even harder when they were ignoring you. It meant you had no hope of actually having happiness. Love wise, anyway.
Matilda knew she had messed up. She knew she had to apologise. But, how in the ever loving fuck do you apologise after saying you don't love your soulmate? Matilda had listed things off in her mind that it had to include.
She sorted a plan, but this plan could never be done alone.
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"All I need you to do is talk to Jackson for a moment! And, I'll buy you lunch?" Matilda batted her eyelashes innocently toward her brother, hoping for his help. It was a stretch, he had seen her and Jackson making out.
"You want me to talk to my sister's face-eater? No thanks." Sam bluntly stated, turning to walk away. He crossed his arms, determined to not be tempted by anthing his sister threw at him. Not even the free drinks at the weekend she had promised to pay for.
"Unlimited drinks... No consequences because I'll even get water and tablets at your bedside. A weekend of free drinks, Sam..." Sam had turned back around, eyeing his sister skeptically. Would he take up on her offer?
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Jackson was shocked. Samuel Durr, Matilda's brother and university playboy, had asked him to meet at the cafe. It was just outside the university grounds, but still pretty popular amongst students.
"If he's gonna murder me..." He muttered to himself, checking out the dark and shady cafe. "Hello?"
The cafe, no matter how cosy it seems, would always be spooky at night. Especially when someone who hates you invites you to this cafe.
"Jackson." A faint voice came from somewhere inside, startling him. Who was that?
"Ich werde hier sterben..." Jackson whispered, native language coming out with his anxiety.
The door behind Jackson swung shut, the locks preventing him from escaping. He could hear footsteps shuffling around him, though it was only one set. At least it wasn't a gang. But, in Jackson's opinion, Samuel Durr was probably worse then a gang. He messed with a big brother.
"Jackson, trust me here." A hushed voice came out of the further darkness. "I can't see shit either so you're definitely not gonna die."
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Jackson's translation!
Ich werde hier sterben = I'm gonna die here
