Logan stared at the 'X' that was written over the swirls and stars on his arms, his breathing heavy and a glare as he looked at the 'X'. He watched for another moment, before turning his attention back up to the teacher. "Now they'll stop..." He mumbled under his breath as he looked up at his teacher.
After only another few minutes, the drawings started disappearing, as though they were being washed away. He felt a small smile tug at his lips, though didn't let the smile spread over his face. They had left him alone, stopped drawing. Thank fucking god.
Logan ran his hand through his hair, jumping when the bell rang, his hand going over his heart which felt like it was beating out of his chest. He quickly recovered, shoving his notebook and pen back into his bag, standing and swinging it over his shoulder.
The teen slipped out of class, trying his best to squeeze through the crowd, which was fairly easy seeing how short and skinny the boy was. He was only around 5'2, maybe even less than that, and his arms and legs were bony and you could basically see the outline of his bones.
Logan was just focusing on getting through the crowd unscathed when he ran right into someone he hadn't seen before, causing the boy to fall backwards, hitting his back hard on the ground, getting the wind knocked out of him.
"Oh fuck. Oh god, I'm so fucking sorry." The person Logan had run into said, their hands going over Their mouth.
Logan sat up with a quiet groan, trying to catch his breath again. "It's.. uh.. it's fine.." He mumbled in his monotonous voice, standing shakily. He gripped his bag tightly, looking up at the boy in front of him.
The Boy had a shy smile on his face, his dark brown, purple dyed hair falling in his eyes, an oversized black, plaid-like sweatshirt falling over his hands, and ripped jeans on. "No. It's really not, god I should watch where I'm going." He mumbled, his eyes falling on Logan's arm, the arm with the 'X', his eyes visibly getting wider. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. He thought to himself, running his hands nervously through his hair, his sweatshirt riding up his arm a small bit.
Logan felt his heart stop in his chest when he saw the top of the 'X' he had drawn on his own arm, on this boy's arm. He quickly pushed past the boy without even asking his name, his heart still felt as though it was stationary.
That is my soulmate, oh fucking god! He's a guy! I mean, I know I'm gay. But I can't let anyone else in this homophobic hell hole that I have a guy soulmate! This all ran through Logan's head as he pushed his way to math.
Logan slipped into math, his mind going a mile a minute, which was making it hard for the straight (don't any of you dare say it) A student to concentrate as his teacher started the lesson. He sighed shakily, placing his head in his hands for a moment, closing his eyes. He had run into the one person he had ignored his entire life, great!
Logan sighed to himself, grabbing his math notebook from his bag, even though it had nearly been ten minutes since class had started, flipping it open to start taking notes and actually try in his by far least favorite class, well, besides gym, he didn't find it as easy as English or History, though he wasn't bad at it, he was actually relatively good at it, but that didn't make the teen like it any more.
Logan's mind couldn't help but wander, continuously thinking back to the boy he had seen in the hall, that was his soulmate for god sake. He shook away the thoughts quickly. Soulmates are pointless. He told himself, running his hand through his curly mess of hair. "He'll just hate you like everyone else."

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The Boy On The Other Side Of The Wall- Analogical
FanficSoulmate AU- When one of them writes something on their body, its shows up on the other. Only the one who wrote it can wipe it off Logan and Virgil never had the easiest life. They both were the outcasts of their school, the ones who were mocked and...