Soulmates ~ Ksimon

Conversation ~ Chapter 4

{Olajide Olatunji}

"Blondie... Blondie!" I shook him, seeing him flinch and look at me. "I have a name..." he muttered, I smirked while crossing my arms, as I was sinking back into my seat. "Let's hear it then," I said, seeing his cheeks flush a deep red color. "I-It's Simon Minter" he softly said with a smile following his words. "Olajide Olatunji, people call me and JJ and people close to me call me Jide" I kept the smug look on my face, It's what I do. Mess with people...

{Simon Minter}

Jesus, he is really a flirty teacher... quite weird if I'm gonna be honest. "It suits you, sir!" I smiled, seeing a smile creep into his face. "Come with me, I'II drive you home" he stood up, waiting for me. I sat up slowly, feeling pain entering my whole body.

I tried holding the noise in, to not make this any more awkward. I grip on to the bedsheets, sending him a weak smile. He frowns, caught up with me. "Let me help you!" He helped me out of the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist, to keep me on my two, shaky feet.

I hold on to him for support, seeing him having that same smile on his face. "Don't worry, take your time. I have the rest of the day" he chuckled, making me giggle with him. He's honestly so sweet! Every transfer teachers we had were so fucking strict, holy shit!

Without thinking about it, we are already out of the old building and in his car. He opened the car door for me, mumbling a little 'thanks' before getting in, watching him close the car door and get in. Starting the car engine.

"So Simon, where do you live?" Olajide took a glance at me with a smile. "You know that supermarket down the street, Yeah just drop me off there" I keep my eyes glued to my lap, fiddling with my fingers "Alright! So have you found your soulmate yet?" He starts driving, as well as trying to start a conversation. I looked at him as I shook my head. "I turned 18 today sir..." I embarrassedly told him. "But I thought Talia would be the one" I continued as tears threatened to fall down my cheeks.

"Maybe there was a sign behind it... that she wasn't the one for you, but that there's somebody out there just for you!" I saw that we were right outside the supermarket, so I look back at him. "I guess so... thanks for the ride sir" I smiled, grabbing my bag under my feet. "Just call me JJ. If there's anything you wanna talk about just send me a text." He grabbed a tiny piece of paper with a pen and wrote down his number. When he finished he handed it over, that same smile from before not leaving his face at all. I smiled back, taking the note and getting out of the car. "Thank you, JJ!" I closed the car door and walked home.

I got home to silence. Dad and mom were at work, and Nick was still in school considering the clock is 11:20 am. I went to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. Wow, he really did fuck me up. I teared up and washed my face. I did everything I could to make her happy, but I guess I wasn't good enough. I grabbed the towel, drying my face.

I feel so stupid! My anger slowly started to kick in, as my blood boiled. I looked back in the mirror, punching it as hard as I could. Breaking the mirror into tiny pieces, making my knuckles bleed. A tiny hiss getting out of my mouth of the pain. The tears I held in, slipped out. My anger, pain, and sadness going into it.

Shit... I should start cleaning. I gaze at the mess I have created and start cleaning. What do I say about the mirror?! What do I say about my face? I bite my lip nervously, starting to clean. Groans escaping my mouth here and there by my bleeding knuckles.

I'II just say I fell and.. uhh accidentally threw something at the mirror! Done.

The day went quickly. Showered, made some food, did my homework, Nick got home, I explained what happened to my face, knuckles and the mirror, doing the same with my parents and now I'm in my bed. Crying myself to sleep.