X e n a

Monday came by really fast and before I knew it I was being woken up by the sound of my alarm clock blaring into my ear.

I groan and cover my face with a pillow to block out the sound of the alarm clock.

You see, I would have shut the alarm clock but my dad always keeps the alarms clock on my book shelf...which is across my room.

Apparently he does that so that I never get up late. So when I need to shut the alarm clock I need to get out of bed to do that.

I could have moved the alarm clock last night but I was really tired and I forgot to.

I groan when the pillow wasn't helping with blocking out the noise so I threw the comforter off my legs, walked to my book shelf. The cold breeze engulfing my body making me shiver.

I really hate the morning not only because I have to go to school but also because of how cold it usually is in the morning.

Once I shut my alarm clock I trudged to the bathroom, I rested my hand on the sink and stared at my face.

I wasn't ugly. I wasn't very pretty either.

I would call myself average looking, nothing too special.

My green-ish blue eyes looked tired but bright. My black hair reached the middle of my back. It was really knotted up though.

I turned around and turned on the shower and walked out the bathroom to take out something to wear. I usually took a few minutes for the water to heat up.

I pulled out some simple blue jeans and a cropped cream coloured sweater.

I placed my clothes on my bed before stripping off my pyjamas and taking a shower.

20 minutes later I walked out the bathroom, I changed into my clothes and glanced at the clock that was hanging on my wall.

It was already 7:30. School start at 8 so I had enough time.

I brushed through my knotty hair and then I picked up my bag and lazily made it down the stairs.

I saw Dad sitting on the dining table drinking a cup of coffee while typing away on his phone. He was wearing a dress shirt and trousers. His dress shirt rolled up to his elbow.

He was going to leave for work soon.

Once he saw me walk down the stairs he smiled at me and said good morning.

I greeted him back before pulling out some cereal and milk. I poured the cereal into the bowl and then I added the milk. I took my bowl of cereal and sat opposite dad on the dining table.

"You better finish eating, school start is 25 minutes" my dad says looking up from his phone.

I nodded my head and put the finished bowl of cereal into the sink before kissing my dad on the cheek.

"Oh and honey, remember today is your day for cooking dinner. Don't come home late" I dad gives me a pointed look.

I groan and nod my head before walking out the door with my school bag.

Since my dad and I lived alone we usually had days on who made dinner.

My mom had passed away from a heart attack 3 years ago. The year when my mom passed away I wasn't in my best state. I never came out of my room, I had just started sophomore year. I didn't have any friends. That was until Brie and Cam started talking to me. From then on we have never left each others side.

I unlocked the door to my car and got inside, I backed out of my drive way and started to head to school.

15 minutes later I pulled up to school. I parked my car in the parking lot and got out.

I had 10 more minutes to spare before class started.

I headed inside the building and I instantly saw Brie and Cam.

I also got a glimpse of Archer starting at me. I looked at him for a second and I almost stopped dead in my tracks.

Almost

His light green eyes capturing mine, his eyes were a washed out green. His eyes were the kind of green that mint ice cream gets jealous of, the kind of green that distracts you from everything around. His eyes were the kind of green that gets noticed even when you can't see them because his eyes showed straight through to his personality, it was like he was staring into my soul.

I quickly looked away and shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts about him. From the corner of my eye I could see that his wrist no longer had the mark. Just like mine it was gone...like it was never there.

Do I really need to tell him today?

"Earth to Xena" Brie said while waving her hand in front of my face.

"Huh?" I look up at her confused.

"I asked you if you were going to tell Archer today" she looks at me.

"Oh...I don't really know, can I not tell him today? I don't feel like it" I say looking down at my wrist out of habit.

Before I met my soulmate, I used to always look down at my wrist to see how many days were left till I met him.

Now that I've met him, I really want to go back in time.

And I have no idea why. I guess I'm just nervous on how he'll react when he finds out I'm his soulmate.

"We can discuss this over lunch. I have Chemistry, so I need to go" Cam puts her hand on my shoulder before waving at Brie and I.

"I need to go too, I have History" I say before saying bye and walking down the hallways. It was already empty, everyone had headed to class.

"Xena!" Brie calls out.

I turn and look at her waiting for her to say something.

"Please tell him...today morning I heard him talking to Owen about this. He thinks that his soulmate rejected him" Brie says.

I stare at her for a minute before quickly nodding and walking to history.

Once I entered class my eyes instantly landed on Archer sitting at the complete back. He was looking down at his phone.

I walked to the back of the class and sat down two seats away from him.

Once the lesson started my mind drifted off. My mind was currently cluttered with so many thoughts about Archer.

The reason why I like Archer is because he's different. He may be popular but he's smart and he's actually really kind.

So is his best friend Owen.

I've never talked to Archer before. But that's okay, I'll talk to him today when I tell him.

Well...that's only if I feel like telling him. I'm scared on how he'll react. What if he imagined his soulmate to be someone way more prettier? What if he completely rejects me? Even worse what if—

"Miss Wright. Please pay attention" Mrs. Ward says and then she continents to explain something that I was not paying attention to, everyone's eyes were on me for a few seconds before they focus back on Mrs. Ward.

What's the point of learning history anyways? It's in the past. It already happened, why do we need to learn about it. It's a waste of time if you ask me.

Before I knew it I fell asleep.

I woke up to someone tapping my shoulder.

I turn around and almost forgot how to breath.

Standing in front of me was Archer, everyone was already heading out of class.

Oh...I slept though the whole lesson.

"Get up. Class is over" Archer smiles at me before walking out of class as well.

His curly light brown hair bouncing with every step that he takes.

Sometimes I just feel like running my hand through this locks. It's so tempting. It's like it's calling out to me. For me to just touch them...

"Miss Wright, please get out of my class. I have another class coming in soon. You'll be late" Mrs. Ward says.

"Geez, Sorry. Calm down woman" I mumble before picking up my school bag and walking out of class.

Ew. I have math now.

I then start to head to math. While thinking about the same thing I thought about in history...

There is not point in learning math. There's...just no point.

Thinking about it now...there isn't really any point in coming to school either.

I could just drop out and become an artist or something, I'm pretty good at drawing. Plus artists now just splash paint all over a canvas, call it art, sell it and earn over a million dollars. It's not that hard.

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