Chapter 8

Soul-Mate

"I remember the first time I met you." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

His back was to me, and his head was bent. I could bee his muscles flex and relax under his gray hoodie.

"After I had knocked you down, I couldn't speak. Your Cheerwine hair fell down your back in the sexiest way that I had ever seen. Those beautiful hazel eyes of yours burned into me. It was like they could see straight to my soul. And your curves..."

He was quiet for a moment. It appeared that he was searching for the right words.

"Amazing." he breathed.

"I tried so hard to pretend that you were invisible, because it seemed that that's what you wanted." He ran a very shaky hand through his blond hair. "You used to walk around with a whispered voice and only talk with a whisper and only talk when talked to.

"But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't not see you. I couldn't pretend that you were just an ordinary girl." He paused then and gave a small laugh. "No, never ordinary." A gentle sigh escaped his lips. "Every time you would walk down the hall, I couldn't stop my heart from skipping a beat or my breath from catching.

"I remember this one time. You were walking down the hall and your skirt somehow got hung on Tyler's back pack." He suddenly sounded so breathless.

I remembered that day, too Everyone in the hall saw my pale blue lacy boy short panties. Just the memory of it made my face hot.

"Even after the night that I stayed in your room, after Nicky's, I tried to pretend that I didn't know it was you. That only lasted until I saw you sing.

"It was like you were calling me to you, even though I knew you weren't. I just couldn't keep myself away. That night I sealed my fate."

He turned towards me. His eyes peered into mine, burning. Stalking towards me, he began to circle me like he did the other night. His fingers began to tap his strong chin.

"I don't know if you know this or not, but I am going to explain it the best was that I can.

"Everyone has a past life. Everyone has had lives before this one. And in those lives we had the same friends, same family, same loves. And we all find each other in our current life. This is how most people explain soul mates.

"There is just one person, one soul, made to fit perfectly with another. And in each life time, the souls mates come together."

He stopped, placing a gentle hand on my neck. The warm touch seemed to ground my spinning head. It was hard for my brain to grasp all the information that he was giving me.

"After the other night, I called Caleb. I told him about us. I told him about how strong my feelings were for you. And about how, when I left you, I felt like I was missing a piece of my soul."

He looked at me like he was about to say something, but thought better of it. I realized that he was not going to say anymore.

"So Caleb explained the whole soul-mate/ past life thing to you?"

"Yes," he said.

"And you think I am it?"

He sighed. "Yes."

I nodded.

It felt right to me. It made since. I mean, that's was I felt like I did about Reid. And that's was I felt like I did with Reid.

"Do you feel the same?" He asked me in an anxious tone.

"Yes," I whispered, hoping he would hear that it was the truth.

A wide grin crossed his face. It made him even more beautiful.

Pulling me towards him, his pale lips graced my full pink ones. My hands found the back of his neck while he wound an arm around my waist. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

His tongue swept across my lower lip, begging for the right to enter. A moan escaped my throat at the feel of his tongue's caress. My lips opened timidly. His glorious tongue entwined with mine, causing me to become light headed and making my knees weak. Suddenly, his mouth was away from mine. I whimpered at the loss.

"I have always dreamt about how your lips would taste," he growled. "And I have to say it's better than I could have even dreamed."

Taking my hand, he lead me into my seat before climbing in himself.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I replied as my stomach gave a growl.

He gave me a low laugh as he raced our way down the empty roads. He pulled into a small diner off the main road of Ipswich.

The diner looked like a hold over from the 50's. The tables were the color of a muddy shirt. At each table, an old style small juke box sat. There were two waitresses in 50's style uniforms and one cook.

Reid and I took a booth in the far back corner. He slid in beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Grasping a menu, he placed it were we both could read it.

"Well aren't you two just so cute," came a sneer.

I looked up and saw a young waitress. She was glaring down at me. Her pale blond hair was pulled into a messy bun. A pair of chocolate brown eyes held anger towards me. And when her glare turned to Reid, it softened into a seductive wink.

"Brandi," Reid muttered. He refused to look at her.

"Reid, are you trying the domestic thing, now?"

"Brandi, just take our orders and leave."

"Whatever," she said with hate in her voice.

"Two burgers with cheese and fries and two root beers floats."

She wrote our order down quickly before she stomped off.

"I'm sorry about her, Sweets," he muttered as he placed the menu back.

"Was she...," I began with a blush.

"Sadly enough, yeah," he said. "Does that bother you?"

He sounded so put out that I couldn't help placing my hand onto his.

"No, should it?"

"Yes, you deserve so much better than me."

"What do you mean," I whispered.

"You are so pure and innocent that I feel like I am corrupting an angel."

I shook my head wildly. I didn't feel that way. He felt perfect for me.

"I don't mind being corrupted as long as you are the corrupter," I murmured with a smile.

He laughed at me, kissing my cheek. His blue eyes lit up with mirth and that made my heart soar.

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Author's Note: I am evil aren't I lol. You can beat me later. I just didn't want Reid to tell her just yet. And I know that this chapter was a little weird but everything will come together in another chapter or two. Anyho, I have a question to ask of you, my readers. I am thinking of writing a Robert Pattinson fan fiction. I don't really know how it will go or anything. I just have an idea. If you all want me to write one, let me know. Thanks for all the reviews and alerts. It makes me write harder and faster for you.