Soul mates...

Chapter-1 The start

"Hey look everyone! It's Jane the loser!" Someone exclaims as I make my way to my house.

I had always found Alberta's rules strange. When I say "rules" I mean the mating rules. Let me explain this a little better.

Here in Alberta when you're born, you are born with two letters on your neck, and on your wrist, something that describes your mates personality. And same for the guys, for example my best friend Nicole, has an H.B. on her neck and a picture of a music note on her wrist. It's quite beautiful.

She hasn't found her match either yet. Usually you find him or her between the ages of 13-16. But here we are 18 going on 19 in a few months and we still haven't found them.

But me, I get called the loser. Why you may ask? Because I'm different. I have three bird outlines on my left collar bone, almost as if they're outlines of flying seagulls. And on my ankle I have a jasmine flower. My mother was told in the hospital I was going to be alone forever. That my condition was very rare. Rare being no one else has it, there being a big chance I was going to grow old, with cats. How lovely.

"Just ignore them Jane, she's stupid anyways." Nicole whispers, but quite loudly she was never one to be good at whispering.

"Thanks Nikki, but it's true I'm just the loser of the province." I reply calmly, quite frankly I don't mind being bullied.

"I know what will cheer you up girly, let's go out for supper tomorrow night, my treat." She give me a quick smile, and I return it and give her a quick nod. Maybe tomorrow night will help me take my mind off things.

James POV

Ladies. Women. Girls. Kids. Mates. Girlfriends. Wife. Fiancés.

That's all my best friends talk about. Girls girls and more girls.

Sure sometimes I wish I hadn't had two tattoos and I could find my soul mate. But right now this is so annoying. There's Liam over here snogging up this random girl, well not so random she has his initials on her neck and a piano. They're meant to be but get a room!

And then there's Hunter who won't shut up. He hasn't found his lady yet. Here in Saskatchewan, most girls throw themselves at you asking you questions like, can I see your tattoo? You're so hot so am I wanna get dirty.

Stupid idiots.

"James I'll never find her!" Hunter screeches for the millionth time today.

I can't take it anymore.

"Would you shut up already! You know what! Were taking a road trip you ignorant human being! We're going to Alberta!" I yell at the top of my lungs.

"Alberta? The hell mate why there?" Hunter questions.

"Because it's cold there, and it's too hot here, Alberta it is, pack up were leaving now." And with that I walk away.

I can't take this crap anymore. This is stupid why do I get stuck with a stupid bird tattoo and a stupid flower. How manly.

I can see it now...

"Hey pretty boy what's your tattoo?"

"Oh you know some birds and a pretty white flower." How spectacular. Why am I born the odd one out? Mum calls it a gift. I call it retarted.

I start packing random clothes right after I purchase plain tickets, I have a house up in Alberta, so that's where we're going to stay for as long as we would like.

As I finish packing I check to see if Hunter is done yet, sure enough he is.

I strip off all my clothes and get into bed, I fall asleep thinking, Alberta here we come.