Soulmate Sex: Remastered

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There is only one class you and all of your friends share together—English. It's the primary class for the 'main characters' as MJ puts it. This class is where most of her drawings come from, whether it's Peter staring at you from across the distance or Flash bitching about something.

Today, though, MJ can't find the inspiration to doodle anything. If she were too, however, she'd imagine it as a charcoal piece, every main character being pictured as forlorn and cast out.

You might wear a heavy crown of diamonds shaped like tear drops.

Michelle notices mostly everything about everyone. It's apart of her 'charm.' That's what you tell her, at least.

Michelle is watching Peter vacantly stare at the teacher who is writing names on the board (Michelle isn't paying attention to the names). You are trying hard not to fidget around in your seat and pay attention. You usually doodle on your hands or pick around your cuticles, but you don't know how Peter would react to that.

To Michelle, you look like you are holding your breath and are dangerously close to passing out. She considered switching seats with someone to get a good angle to draw you from. How would the teacher react to that? she wonders, resting her chin in her hand.

"Michelle? Michelle? Miss Jones!"

Michelle sat up quickly, her seat scratching against the floor. "I'm sorry?"

The teacher was waving to the whiteboard. "Who would you like to be in your group?"

Wait, groups?

At that instant, every single one of her friends heads turned and stayed looking at Michelle, who awkwardly tapped her nails on the desk.

Peter's eyes are silently communicating, Pick me! Pick me and Ned! Pick me and Betty! But, please MJ, just don't let me get landed with Y/n or Flash.

Your eyes are silently saying, For the love of God, Michelle, if you don't save me from being trapped in a group with Peter, I'm really going to—

Moving on to Betty: Get. Peter. With. Y/n. Choose them both, right now.

And, of course, Ned: Whatever Betty says, I second it, though I'll honestly work good with any of us.

And this all happened all at once; the four of you burning eyes into Michelle's very soul made her jittery and even nervous, which doesn't happen often.

"I-I guess I'll take Y/n and...and..."

Peter shook his head no.

"And..."

You shook your head no so fast your hair was a blur of [h/c.]

But Betty nodded her head yes. "DO IT! DO IT NOW!" she was mouthing.

"A-and I guess I'll also take..."

Don't do this to me, man, MJ thought. Gods? Allah? Jesus? Are you all listening? Hell, I'll take Zeus right now, though he is a bit of a whore...he probably would think with his penis about the situation. You guys wouldn't do that to me. Tell me what to do. Give me a sign. Give me a sign! If Peter is destined to be partners with me and Y/n, give me a sign!

The fire alarm blared suddenly, and everyone jumped in their seats, save Peter, who is really impossible to scare.

Michelle jumped to her feet. "I choose Peter!~" she exclaimed over the bell. The teacher nodded, scribbling it down on the board before ushering everyone out.

She tried to dodge you on her way out of the classroom, but you latch onto her arm. "Are you fucking kidding me?" you screech, even more loud and annoying than the fire alarm. "How could you do this to me? Last night you told me to think things over, to pretend Peter didn't even exist! I can't pretend he doesn't exist if I have to spend a month's work of a project with him?"

Michelle stopped dead in her footsteps. "A whole month?"

A few people rammed into her, cursing the sudden stop in traffic.

"Don't act so surprised," you said, grabbing her by the elbow and ushering her through the designated exit. "Weren't you listening?"

Michelle would have loved to say yes. "No," she admitted. You groaned. "The first time you decided to slack off..."

"I never slack off!" Michelle said pointedly.

The fire alarm's volume became less and less as you two both got outside. "MJ, you have to tell the teacher that you changed your mind," you begged.

"I-I don't think that's a very good idea. I think you should face this head on."

"You said otherwise last night!" you exclaimed. "You told me to imagine life without him!"

"Maybe I am changing my mind because the universe has sent a sign saying that you and Peter need to talk!"

"I don't want to talk, I want to read Shakespeare and do a project and not have a soulmate."

Michelle rolled her eyes when you whined a bit. "Y/n. If Peter thinks you don't want to be with him, he will literally not talk to you again. He looks like a bowling pin but it's surprisingly hard to bend his will. Once his mind is made up, it's made up."

You tried to ignore MJ's words, even tried to pretend she was wrong; but let's be completely real. When is MJ ever wrong?