#beacon: ah someone has finally decided to take me into a more ruthless hand

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Soulmates ... I think (Scott McCall)

PART 1   PART 2   PART 3

i know it’s been a while, so i decided to write something with Scott x reader being soul mates (i’m a hopeless romantic) // thanks for all the attention my blog has received and i hope you enjoy!

ps.  this ‘seeing color when you see your soulmate’ idea is something i read in another imagine a while ago (i don’t know who to credit)  i just really liked the idea, so if you know where the idea originated, let me know please 

pps. this is the longest piece i’ve written (and it’s pretty long, so grab some popcorn)

warning(s): a few bad words

“You know, your father and I met when we were only five.  I remember I saw the apple on our teacher’s desk turn red when -”

I roll my eyes, reciting the story word for word, “- when you locked eyes for the first time.  Mom, I’ve heard this story more times than I can count.  ‘Your father is my soulmate that I was lucky to find as young as I was.  Colors are more incredible than you can imagine.’”  As much as I hate to admit it, this story fills me with an itchy feeling that can only be described as jealousy.  My parents have been able to see color since before they even knew what a soulmate was.  I have been told all my life what yellows and blues look like, but have never been able to experience them for myself.  I’m only eighteen, but I am stuck seeing the world in black and white while people all around see the blast of color that comes with finding your soulmate.

I hope I can find my person soon.  If it takes any longer, I’m afraid I will never meet them.  I mean, what if they live halfway across the world?

Apart from the fear of growing old alone, I am starting my final year before college at a new school.  As if life isn’t hard enough already.

As any other day, I wake up too early to be healthy for a developing mind and get ready, heading to Beacon Hills High, my home for the next year.

Opening the doors, I am overwhelmed by the sea of students all rushing to their first classes and only seconds after the bell rings, I am alone.

“Great start to your first day, asshole.”  I huff a few obscenities to myself while searching for the main office or my AP Bio class, whichever comes first.  “I guess hitting the effin’ snooze button four times wasn’t the best idea.  You couldn’t just -”  I stop my self-deprecating monologue as I come upon the room number for Mrs. Finch.  Here goes nothing.

Fingers crossed behind my back, I lightly knock on the door frame and give an uneasy grin.  “Good morning.  I’m-”

“Yes, you’re the new girl.  We were just going over the syllabus for the year.  Your assigned lab partner for the year is…”  Her finger skims her list and I keep my head down, disappointed I made a bad impression during my first interaction at my new school.  “Ah, here you are.  You’re partner is Scott McCall.  Back left table.”

“Thank you and sorry for interrupting.”  I can feel my cheeks and the tips of my ears burning as I take the long walk of shame to my seat.  Once I’ve gotten my notebook out and Mrs. Finch has resumed her review of the plans for the year, I realize I’ve forgotten a pen.

“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath and hear a little snort from the boy sitting at my table, presumably Scott.  When I look up, he is already staring at me, face so serious, I fear there is a huge spider on my head.  Before I can ask what’s wrong, his black eyes spark and become puppy-dog-brown, the color fanning out to give life to his grey skin and lips.

Holy shit.  I’m seeing color.  My vision blurs as tears spill down my cheeks.  My brain and body freezes as I realize that the moment I’ve been dreaming about since I could understand the term “soulmate” is finally happening.  In a beige classroom of all places.  I look at my hands, my dress, my classmates, and I feel like screaming and jumping around.

I can see color.

After I’ve taken it all in, I turn back to Scott and whisper, so not to disrupt the class again.  “You.  You’re my… I mean, do you… do you see what I’m seeing?”

He suddenly snaps out of his frozen state and clears his throat.  “Sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”  He turns back to the front of the room, frowning and frantically copying down the notes.  Learning is the last thing on my mind as I try to put this all together.  Could I be the only one seeing this?  Is it possible for someone to be your person, but to them, you’re just another stranger?

“Excuse me.  Is there something wrong?”  I look up and realize the teacher and a few of the other kids in the class are waiting for an answer.  I only now realize what I must look like.  Finding my soulmate was supposed to be the happiest moment of my life and instead, I am heartbroken because nothing for him has changed.

“Not really.  Um, may I be excused?”  I grab my bag, shoving my notebook inside and heading for the door.

Little did I know, Scott was shaking his head and watching my retreating figure.

Scott’s POV

I am sitting at an empty lunch table, moving the food around with a fork, not really in the mood to eat anything.  Someone approaching in a hurry catches my attention and I look up to see Stiles.  “Lydia told me what happened in Bio.  Dude, is she the one?  Can you see color?  Is she hot?  Never mind that.  Is she smart?  I mean, she must be, she’s in AP Bio.  Lydia said she left crying.  What did you say?”

“Stiles!  Stiles, please stop.  I’m not in the mood to discuss this.”  I rub my temples, more tired than I’ve felt in a while.

“But Scott, just tell me if she’s the one.”  I see his light brown eyes looking at me expectantly.  I look down and see he is wearing a red and black flannel with a white tee shirt underneath.  His skin is slightly tanned with brown moles all over.  I can tell all of these things because of her.  When I looked in her eyes, everything changed, became more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

But I blew it.

I nod and look at my best friend.  “She is.”

“Then why the hell would you tell her otherwise?  Lydia heard your conversation.  She said you were ruthless when she asked if you saw what she had.  You messed up.”

“Shut up, dude.  You think I don’t know that?  I just… I can’t have her in my life, not now.  With everything that’s going on, I don’t want the girl I am going to spend the rest of my life with to get hurt.  I don’t want her to see what I am.  And guess what, Stiles, my parents were soulmates.  You saw how great that worked out for them!  My dad would get drunk and be violent.  And then they got divorced!  So I’m sorry for not being completely head over heels for this girl I’ve only just met.  I can see color and I’m thankful for that, but soulmates are kind of not my priority right now.”  When I realize how I’ve just sounded, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  When I open them, Stiles has stood up and is shaking his head at me.

“Jeez, sorry for asking.  I get that the first soulmates you’ve seen didn’t work out, but that doesn’t mean you and this girl are destined to end up the same way.  Let me know when you’re ready to be reasonable about all of this.”  He turns and walks away, shoulders slumped, and I realize this isn’t his fault.  This certainly isn’t her fault.  Hell, it isn’t anyone’s fault.  And I should be happy, ecstatic even.  I’m just not.  I toss out my uneaten food and head for the bathroom, needing to calm down about all of this.  If I get too agitated, I could wolf out.

In my rush, I walk past someone sitting in a nearly abandoned hallway, crying.  Immediately, as if I’ve known her forever, I recognize this person as the girl from Biology.

My soulmate.

She looks up when I pause in front of her and she has mascara-filled tears covering her freckled cheeks.  She uses the back of her hand to clean herself up and she stands.

“Can I help you?”  Damn, she’s mad.  I feel the need to fix her, even though I’m the cause of her pain.

“You’re the new girl, the one from -”

“Yeah, the one from Mrs. Finch’s class who fled the scene after you told me you didn’t notice a change in the world around you.  You know, I see color now.  My whole world has changed and yours hasn’t shifted at all.  Typical.  I’ve always had bad luck, but this shitty situation definitely takes the cake.”  She lets out a small sob and picks up her bag.  “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna go before I punch something.”  As she walks away, I grab her arm lightly.

“Please stay,”  I say quietly, hoping she’ll stay put.

She lets out a sarcastic scoff and I loosen my grip, realizing the situation she is in: she believes she is a defective human with a soulmate who doesn’t see her the way she sees him.  I can practically see her broken heart in her eyes.

“Sorry, this is too hard.”  She turns and swiftly leaves, only her scent remaining.

Did I make a huge mistake by lying to her?  I know this is for her safety and she’s better off not knowing me.  So why do I feel so empty?

part 2 ??