Soulmate

Chapter 31: A Little Help From Fate

Alexander

    The beautiful blonde girl was there again and I knew I shouldn't be watching her dance, but she made it impossible. She moved so gracefully to the music and I could tell she was doing it just for fun, she wasn't showing off like the other girls who danced with her. They wore skimpy clothes and tried desperately to earn male attention, but it wasn't what I liked to see. I liked to see her having fun, smiling and giggling as she moved, so beautifully, so gracefully, like dancing was in her blood. It took every ounce of my strength not to go over to her and pull her close to me.

     These thoughts were wrong, so wrong. And damn creepy. What would my soulmate think if she found out that the night before we met, I was staring at another girl? It doesn't matter that she's gorgeous, maybe that even makes my case worse. Maybe my soulmate didn't need to know about the small crush I had developed on the girl I saw everywhere. Somehow, she had never noticed me. She was probably still too young, she probably has so much time left before she meets her soulmate, of course, she would want to make that time last. I can see why she would enjoy coming to parties, she enjoys to dance, unlike me. I've lost the desire to even be here.

    I took a sip of my beer and leaned against the wall, why was I even here? I had been asking myself that all night. There was no reason, Sharla and Patrick weren't with me. It was impossible for me to even remember who told me about the party, but I had a feeling that I needed to be here. With my time ticking down, I know I need to listen to my gut instincts, they will guide me to my soulmate, and with a little help from fate, I'll meet her tomorrow. Hopefully, she'll be just as beautiful as the mystery girl, and hopefully I'll forget all about her when my soulmate finally arrives.

    "Alex? Is that you?" a high pitched voice asked, but I couldn't find where it came from in the crowd. Then, I saw Becca's sweaty mess of brown hair and her brightly colored clothes. She always wore the strangest outfits, but I hoped Tyson liked them as much as she did.

    "Hey, Becca," I tried to greet loudly over the blare of music. My eyes wandered away from her and I searched for the girl with the blonde hair, but she was nowhere to be found.

    She smiled up at me and I knew she was following my gaze, trying to figure out who I was looking for. "What are you doing here? Aren't you going to meet your soulmate soon?" she questioned and then I realized she was looking for Tyson. Her eyes searched everywhere, looking for the only face she cared to see everyday.

    "I'll meet her tomorrow, but I wanted one last night of freedom I guess," I responded with a shrug even though that wasn't completely true. I wasn't going to tell her the truth because I didn't know her very well. Even if we were better acquainted, I probably still wouldn't talk to her about it. I wouldn't even talk to Patrick about my unexplainable urge to be here tonight.

    She nodded her head and bit on her lip. "So does my friend that you still haven't met! She should be around here somewhere. It drives me completely insane that you two haven't talked yet," she rambled even though I could see this was the furthest thought from her mind. She could really care less if her friend and I met, and I didn't really care either. My soulmate comes into my life tomorrow, then none of this will matter, it'll only be a distant dream.

    "Are you looking for Tyson? Because I think I saw him head towards the hall," I interjected, knowing that she was only talking at me until she found him.

    "I think you already know me too well! Yeah, I was looking for him, but it's so hard to push through these crowds. Guys can't seem to keep their hands to themselves and they don't even care that I've already met my soulmate," she rambled again and I realized that was going to be her way of communicating. All she would ever do was ramble and not pause for your opinion.

    "Alright, I'll push through the crowds for you, and you just follow close behind. And if any guys give you problems, let me know, and it won't happen again," I promised with a small smile and a wink. Before she could answer, I started pushing people out of the way, yelling 'excuse me' or 'seriously get out of our way'. Everyone was too drunk or too dumb to even care; they continued to dance and drink. Truthfully, I was hoping to run into the blonde girl as I pushed through the crowds, but it was as if she evaporated into thin air. Maybe she did, maybe she never existed, and maybe she was only a figment of my twisted imagination.

    Becca found Tyson leaning against the wall and as soon as he saw her, he carefully embraced her. "I couldn't find you," he stated. "Oh yeah, I got you a drink." He handed her a red cup. At this point, he was probably too drunk to keep track of his own thoughts; I was impressed he could hold onto their drinks.

    I rolled my eyes at them, they were a strange couple, but I was glad they found each other. "Alright, love birds, I'm getting out of here. I'll see you guys later," I responded and listened as they barely replied their goodbyes.

    Quickly, I pushed my way through the group and into the kitchen, so I could throw my beer bottle away. I didn't want to make a mess like everyone else. Sometimes I'm way too nice.

    And that statement rang true when I walked out of the kitchen and saw a boy holding onto a girl's wrist; they seemed to be arguing. Then, I realized that the blonde girl wasn't a figment of my imagination and she needed help. I pushed through the crowd one last time and when I got there she was turned around, pulling her arm, but his grip wouldn't loosen.

    As soon as I got to him, I pushed him against the wall, scaring him enough that he let go of her. She stumbled and I watched as she ran out of the house without even looking back. Suddenly, the boy swung his fist and it connected with my jaw, luckily he was too nerdy to know how to throw a good punch. Briefly, I touched my jaw, then my own arm swung, and my fist smashed his nose. He grabbed it and groaned in pain as blood started to stream out.

    I bit my lip because that wasn't my original plan; I didn't want to actually hurt him. Normally, I don't fight back. "Dude, I'm sorry about that. Here let me help you," I murmured as I rushed off to grab a tissue box from the living room. Hurriedly, I took them out, and shoved them into his hands.

    He glanced up as he held one to his nose, tipping his head back. "Why did you do that?" he whimpered.

    I snorted, wondering how he could be so clueless. "You were going to hurt her, and it was pretty obvious she didn't want to be near you. I wanted to help her," I answered, watching as he switched tissues, holding the bloody one in his free hand.

    "Her name is Grace. She's supposed to be my soulmate, and tomorrow we'll find out for sure," he murmured, but I could tell there was something more to his story, so I patiently waited. "I'm not usually like this. I don't know what came over me. I was just trying to get her off my mind. One of the guys gave me a drink and...I...this white pill. I don't know if that had anything to do with it." His voice was shaking, so I could tell he at least felt remorse for his actions.

    The beautiful girl was supposed to meet her soulmate tomorrow? I wondered what time, I wondered if it could be me, but if it was supposed to be him, then I had no chance. He already knows her, so he has a higher chance. "Well, I wouldn't talk to her for awhile. If you're truly soulmates, then she will forgive you and everything will be perfect," I muttered even though I didn't want to give him advice. I didn't want to talk to him at all. I wanted to yell at him for hurting her, but I knew it wasn't my place.

    That girl would never be anything to me.