Soulmate Sex: Remastered

VII

A few weeks have passed since the vomit incident.

Flash just recently stopped teasing you about it, but that's because Michelle finally got annoyed with him she poured her peach cup over his hair. As he tried to wipe his eyes, but fail and smear it over his skin, Michelle simply brushed her hands off and stood, declaring, "I need to buy another peach cup."

You felt like you had fallen into a silent debt with her since then.

Talking to Peter proved to be a struggle. Every time you looked at him all you could think was, "There's my soulmate. There's the person I'm meant to be with."

Every time you felt alone he always nudged a 'hello' your way, struggling to make it reach the other end of the soulmate bond. You didn't always appreciate scribbling messages back and forth on your skin and told him as much a while ago.

You wonder how Peter doesn't know yet. For someone who is so smart, he's so very stupid. You have an excuse—you're just stupid in general.

Carrying the weight of knowing has put a strain on your relationship with him. Not a month has passed and yet you can feel everything falling apart.

Peter hasn't confronted you just yet, but you know that he will as soon as he figures everything out.

Michelle finally asked for a favor. "I need you to come to a party with me," she told you. You didn't see her leaning back behind your locker.

"A party?"

"Surprised I got an invitation?" Michelle asked with a quirk of her eyebrows.

"I'm surprised you actually want to go," you clarified.

"I don't, but I have to," she admitted. "And I need you to come with me."

You made a face. "Why?"

"I'm doing a drug transaction and I need you to stand watch," she told you plainly.

"Oh, my God, for real?!" you hissed, grabbing her by the elbow. Michelle shrugged you off. "No! Sheesh, some idiot in my Spanish class wants me to help with a stupid soulmate reveal."

"Oh." You took a step back. "Why do I have to come?"

"Because you're my friend and I want to hang out with you," she scowled. Michelle folded her arms over her chest. "Is that so bad?"

You couldn't believe that was the reason when she was giving you such a stare. "Fine, fine, I'll come with you. Geez, Louise."

Michelle promptly gave you her signature lazy smile. "Thanks. Meet me here when I get out of yearbook club after school."

She spun on her heels and started to walk to her class. You yelled out after her, "Do you think I just have nothing better to do after class?"

"I don't think," she responded, "I know!"

You, more or less, hate life right now.

You hate the heels your friend insisted you wear to the party; you hate the way people so carelessly vomit near you. You especially hate having to watch couples sloppily make out with their tongues hanging out like a dog's. It's safe to say you hate actually everything now.

More than anything in the world you want to drive out into the middle of nowhere with a soft pretzel and be left alone with your thoughts, the carbs, and the salt.

"When is your friend coming?" You have to shout above the music so Michelle can hear you.

"You think ear trends are stunning?" Michelle asked. Clearly you didn't yell loud enough. After you repeat yourself Michelle tells you, "She should be here soon. She wants to meet with me at the front entrance."