Fated Love

Pt.4

"Your friend's pretty, do you think I could get her number?" Jackson asked me.

"If you want her number go ask her coward," I responded already annoyed with him. 

Jackson has been my best friend since fifth grade where we dated for a day, as one does in fifth grade. I hate when he asks about Aila. Why can't he talk to that loser himself. She's always by herself anyways. I glanced over to the desk across the aisle from me. Her black hair that had always been naturally littered with lavender highlights was now covering her face as she was hunched over taking notes. She looked over at me apparently sensing my gaze. Her deep black eyes narrowed in a questioning way.

"Nerd," I mouthed, throwing the first insult I had having been caught.

She rolled her eyes and resumed listening to the lecture. I let out a relieved breath and forced my attention back on our history teacher.

"Never mind, I don't want someone's number if they're already taken," Jackson hissed getting my attention.

"What are you talking about?" 

"You like her!" he exclaimed, earning some glares from the people who were actually paying attention and a couple of chuckles from bemused classmates.

"Shut up idiot, I do not like her," I protested making sure to lower my voice though. I felt the heat creep up the back of my neck to my face. I dared a glance in her direction seeing if she heard my outburst. She had the audacity to smile at me. Shit.

Jackson, obviously noticing this said, "Sure you don't".

I looked down at my hands studying the red string that stretched across the aisle connecting me with her. Come to think of it, She never told me what this thing means.

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"Aila!" I called out catching up to her. 

"Yes?" she responded slowing her pace so I could catch up.

"You never told me what this thing is," I said lifting my hand up to her face.

"Your hand is a pentadactyl limb. It's anatomical structure is much like other mammals therefore being a homologous-"

"No, the string," I interrupted rolling my eyes. There was a long pause. Her facial features shifted to one of contemplation. "Hey, I know you know, just spit it out."

She sighed, "It won't make you feel any better knowing. Just ignore it." She then started walking.

I reached out not satisfied with her response. I grabbed her wrist yanking her back to face me.

"I hate it when you walk around flaunting how much more you know than me. Just tell me!" I yelled.

"I do not flaunt my knowledge, but if you insist, how could I dare disobey her majesty?" she mocked.

I punched her in the arm getting irritated with her attitude.

"It's the string of fate, love," she said smirking.

"What?" I yelled. "You mean we're like soulmates?"

"Yes."

"What? How? Why, I don't like you. Your annoying and dumb and stupid a-and dumb," I rambled not being able to form a coherent sentence.

"Hmm," she hummed unfazed.

"You knew this whole time?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, and I knew you would react that way," she sighed walking away.

Oh. Did I hurt her feelings? I'm never very self aware. She has to have some kind of feelings for me though, right? We are soulmates after all.

Aila's POV

She grew quiet after I spoke, probably processing the information. Someday maybe we'll get along better. Someday.