Marked

Chapter 6

{Marked}

Chapter 6

Lilac

     That was fucking weird. What was that? It can't be what I thought can it? No. I fell, and cut my arm. It's a coincidence that Jerrick has a small mark on his arm in the same spot. It has to be. That doesn't make sense anyway. I laugh and my heart slows down a bit as I realize it has to be a coincidence. I feel a jolt of shock rush through my body as I quickly remember what my mother said about soulmates. They get their mate's bumps and bruises. Oh no. He can't be my soul mate. Not a chance..

Don't be an idiot Lilac. He's quite obviously your soul mate. Even so, I wouldn't be telling anyone. Why would I? So I could be forced to be with someone who could turn out like my dad? No. I will do every possible thing in my power to not let that happen. I'll keep telling myself this, and I'll remind myself of the benefits of not being his soul mate. Not exactly sure it'll work but I can fucking try.

   I head to school on Monday and try my best to ignore Jerrick. I turn the complete other way when I see him walking towards me at lunch, but as I turn I bump into none other than Matthew. He grunts and raises an eyebrow as his lunch splatters across my shirt. I sigh and turn again, rushing towards the girl's bathroom. I grab paper towel, and begin wiping my shirt. After trying to wipe it off for a good five minutes I give up and exit the restroom.

"Lilac" Jerrick says, crossing his arms. "Why do you keep letting him do this?" he asks.

"Because. Why do you care anyway?" I say, rushing the conversation.

"Because I do. You should tell someone what he's doing"

"Why so he can tease me more about being a rat? No thanks." I say, and continue down the hallway. 

"Why are you trying so hard to avoid me?" He presses.

"I'm not" I say, turning a corner.

"You are" he catches my wrist, stopping me.

"Jerrick just let me go"

"Is it because of your dad? I know what he does. Is it because your mom hasn't done anything?" He asks. I stop dead in my tracks.

"Go fuck yourself." I say, slapping him with my free hand. He releases my wrist as his hand rests against his cheek. I run outside and into the sparse woods beside my school. I fall onto ground and grasp at my hair, sobs wracking my body.

Jerrick

  I fucked up for sure. She looked so hurt when I said that. Fuck. And not to mention the girl has a fucking great arm. My face is still red and there's a bruise forming. I could go find her and apologize.. but I think that'd only drive her farther. Maybe I'll let this cool down and talk to her in photography. Yeah. I'll do that.