Is that it ? nik'&mia
She never really thought of all the soulmate system. Her mother had met her father when she was in her late twenties. Mia was eight years old and boys were of no interest to her more than friends, for the few she had had in her previous schools. So when she felt the tattoo settling under her navel, she felt uneasy with it.
She was frowning strongly for needing his help but all anger was soon replaced with an astounded expression. His hand in hers felt perfectly right and unexpected. She wanted to jerk her hand away from his, to tell him not to do that ever again. But their hands were fitting so perfectly.
Also, they reached the classroom in a remarkable short time and having his hand in hers helped to stop him from knocking. « Alright, listen. We could escape now. We don’t have to go there, we will be back for the parents’ time tonight. » Her tone was hurrying, the words leaving her mouth quickly, fighting their way out. It wasn’t she was afraid of her new class and new life, she just really didn’t want to go.
She glanced at his face and as a last argument she added hurriedly. « I’ll let you hold my hand. » as if it was the greatest gift she could give him at the very moment.
She really wasn't the type to give up it seemed, it only made him laugh a little bit. Why was it that she didn't want to go to school so badly? Nikholaus couldn't understand really, he quite enjoyed school. There were things to learn and staying at home everyday would be such a bore, because he'd have to lay all the time but also because he most likely wouldn't be making any friends.
Or playing pranks on his teachers. There were a lot of things to enjoy at school. "Do you hate school?" He asked her instead of giving into her request, even if it was tempting. If he had to keep his hand in hers for the entire trip he could have said yes without questioning. But he just wanted to understand, so all he did was pull her to the side so the teacher wouldn't be able to catch them talking in front of the classroom.
Then something else occurred to him, as another heat started to press against the skin of his wrist and he fought the urge to scratch at it it might lead her onto what he was suspecting. He'd never seen her before, conclusion she was probably new, conclusion maybe she didn't hate school, maybe she just hated this new school--and his teacher dared to say that he wasn't a smart one.













