Soulmate AU Oneshots

Stained

WARNINGS: language

A/N: I'M SOOOOOOO SORRY THAT IT'S TAKEN THIS LONG TO GET THIS UP! I'VE BEEN WORKING ON IT SINCE I UPLOADED THE LAST ONE. I JUST STARTED SENIOR YEAR, AND WE GET OFF EARLY, SO I SHOULD BE ABLE TO WORK ON WRITING MORE.

"Oliver! Come on, we're going to be late for class!" my best friend and roommate, Michael, shouts at me from the other side of the dorm.

I look over at the clock and it's 10:00 AM. Class is at 10:30, so I actually need to get up. I grumble a bit before getting up.

"Oh my gosh, Oliver. Go get showered and dressed. Now," Michael says impatiently. His arms are crossed with his blue eyes narrowed, his black fringe is flopped into his eyes, and his black knuckles are showcased.

"Yes, Mom," I tease lightly before yelping as he smacks me with a towel he wound up. I take it from him with a half-hearted glare.

"You're a meanie," I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Go get your shower, and I won't be," he retorts, sticking his tongue out as well.

He flops onto my bed and gets out his phone- content to play games until I'm done.

I walk into the bathroom and stare at my boxer-clad reflection. My brown hair is sticking up everywhere, two emerald orbs stare back at me with a hazy cloud of sleep over them. There are two small-ish black handprints in the center of my chest. That's the first place my soulmate will touch me, apparently. It's supposed to turn into colors after I touch them. I used to spend days at a time wondering what would happen to make them place both hands on my chest first, but at this point, I'm 22, I don't really care anymore.

After my shower, I get dressed in a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a dark red long-sleeved t-shirt with my black converse and black beanie. I grab my backpack before Michael and I make our way downstairs so we can grab some breakfast on the way to class. There's an on-campus Starbucks, so we stop and grab a black coffee and a muffin for each of us. On the way to class we talk about the ending of the latest Marvel movie, eat our muffins, and drink our coffees. The cool October wind whips in my face, but it feels good.

We pass a few people from our class on the way there, and I see this girl, Olivia, from a couple of my classes. She's beautiful, kind, and super smart. She's got long, shiny, strawberry blonde hair that she curls into waves, and big green eyes that are highlighted by a spatter of freckles along her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose that are visible from quite a distance away. She's shorter than me by a few inches- just enough that I can barely see over the top of her head.

Sadly, every time I see Olivia, there's been something in her hands. I've never been able to tell if her palms are black or normal. I watch her eyes scan over the people as I walk to my seat in the lecture hall. They land on me, and I gasp. They're so pretty. I could stare at them all day. She gives me a small smile, that I return, and waves a hoodie sleeve-covered hand at me.

Michael shoves me forward, and he gains my attention once more.

"Dude, you gotta stop staring at Olivia so we can maybe not get yelled at today," he says impatiently.

"I wasn't staring. I was just saying hi," I tell him defensively.

"Ollie, you've been standing there for almost a minute after you finished saying hello," he tells me, and I blush as dark as my t-shirt.

We take our usual seats, and I try to disappear as I see Olivia looking at me with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Okay, I hope everyone brought their copy of A Midsummer Night's Dream," our professor says to everyone cheerily.