𝐹𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

Sharpies and Swears

Magnus POV

I woke to the incessant sound of the incessant alarm clock with it's incessant buzzing because it's incessant. I sighed, knowing I had to get up for school. I made my way to the bathroom first, fully expecting what I awoke up to every morning. I scowled in the mirror. Normally it was on my arm or stomach where I could cover it, but not today. The word ASSHOLE was scrawled in sharpie on my forehead. 

I grabbed the permanent marker I kept for labeling, replying with an equally crude word on my check. I smiled. My jerk soulmate would get the message, as I did with theirs. I pulled in a shirt, feeling a tickle on my other cheek. I groaned. I glanced in the small mirror near my bed. Another, 'message'. Screw it.

I grabbed the marker, scrawling insult after insult on any spare inch of skin I could find. I grinned as I felt the familiar tickle of words my soulmate replied with everywhere I hadn't. This continued for 20 minutes. At the end of it all, I was more black ink than skin, enough room left in between each word to be deciphered. I did a rush job of getting ready. It was 95 degrees outside. No way would I wear a long sleeve, even with the fiasco all over my skin. I accepted my fate, avoiding everyone's gaze as I got on the bus. No one said anything, just stared in awe.

 I made contact for what seemed like a millennia with a familiar hooded figure in the back. His heterochromatic  eyes shone through. Alex Fierro, most popular guy in school. Why would he be wearing a sweatshirt today? It was as hot as the sun's buttcrack. I sighed, sitting down. Next to my one of my three only friends at school. Malory's eyes widen before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, oh jeez, this is great. Having a squabble with your soulmate." I just scowled before she released another round of giggles. 

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I frowned through the first part of the day, either getting laughs or sympathetic looks from my fellow peers. Through it all, I always felt a pair of eyes on me. Every time, I turned to see a Mr. Alex Fierro giving me a curious look. Around lunch though, it appeared word traveled fast. 

"Ah, the rumors are true!" Blitz howled in laughter. I simply sighed and moved on. In the middle of lunch though, someone approached me.  One of Fierro's lackeys, Sam, spoke with pursed lips.

"Alex wants to meet you. Follow me." I rolled my eyes. Couldn't do it himself, huh? We weaved through the halls, until reaching The Bathroom. Shit went down here. It became famous after some kid screwed with the piping and exploded the toilets, and had been taken over by the school equivalent of the mafia. You didn't enter here without specific directions and permission, or if you were apart of said mafia.

 Sam nodded for me to enter. I leaned against the wall, narrowing my eyes at the flickering lights. I waited, sighing as I turned to leave. This had to be a elaborate prank. Suddenly, I was pushed up against the wall, rough lips on mine. Surprisingly, it felt right. So I didn't pull away. After a moment, the figure pulled back, allowing me to view my Romeo. And there he was, in all his ink and glory, Alex Fierro, matching insults scrawled on his skin.

"Asshole." I muttered. I felt his smile in the next kiss.

"I know." He replied, laughing as he scattered small kisses on my forehead. I smiled into him, now sitting on the cold linoleum, our matching patterned hands gripped between us.

oh jeez I'm on a roll