"Evan Quinn"

ugh. Why do we have to do these projects? I thought I was done with this shit when I graduated high school. You would think that these teachers would start treating us like actual adults but noooooooo.

My eyes feel extremely heavy as they slowly open and blink at the blinding lights. As everything comes into focus I see Mrs. Davis frowning at me with her arms crossed. I am guessing the line of drool coming from my mouth to my textbook isn't impressing her. If only I could charm my way out of the talking im about to get.

"Evan, it's a very high honor to be speaking on this matter. You should be more excited and prepared."

Yep, there she goes giving me life advice when I don't want or need it. Okay maybe I need it but I certainly don't want it. I don't get how the older people think that just because they have a couple more years under the belt they feel the need to belittle the millennials.

The top student in every class has to do an explanation to the rest of the students in that class what our soul mate mark is. Everyone kind of wants a soulmate so its kind of a big deal. Me personally, I couldn't give a damn right now.

"Yes, of course, Mrs. Davis"

I allow the words to come out as plain and void of emotion as possible but the bitch doesn't get the hint.

Dragging myself to the front of the class, I am feeling like complete shit. Last night got a bit intense I can only remember flashes here and there. I completely forgot I had this stupid presentation. Oh well, lets et the next ten minutes of my life over with.

"Hello, class today I am going to talk to you about our marks and what they mean."

Everyone seems to become more energized as I say the word Marks. I am tempted to just talk about random shit to see who notices and who is daydreaming. Then again Mrs. Davis will verbally spank me so I decided against it. and that's not the kind of spanking im into so no thank you.

"Everyone here was born with a Birthmark also nicknamed soulmate mark. Each birthmark is like a fingerprint aside from the fact that you share it with your soulmate"

Wow, can I sound any more like im trying to hit that word count? I literally said the same thing twice in a fucking row.

Looking at some of the girls in the class, they have small hidden smiles in the corner of their mouths. One even reaches to her wrist and absentmindedly touches her birthmark. The guys look, well, bored to say the least.

"Has anyone here met their soulmate?"

"I HAVE!!!!"

Wow, that voice does not help with my hangover what so ever. Not even a second after I asked that question some girl decided to hit new notes.

There is a little redhead who is looking at me looking like she's about to burst if she doesn't say anything.

"Would you like to share with the class?"

Mrs. Davis interjects before I can say anything. Oh god, I just want to leave, not sit here and listen to love stories.

The redhead takes in a huge breath of air before sharing her about her mark. Kill me right the fuck now.

"I met my soulmate at the beach last month. I was relaxing on my beach towel and, I had this urge to look up. There was this beautiful man walking towards me."

She pauses to smile at me and she has the brightest teeth I have ever seen. Jesus, its so blinding.

"Well, it turns out my soulmate was behind him. I saw his wrist and it was true love. We are now engaged to be married in about a year"

She giggles at her small little engagement ring. It is obviously cheap but I can tell it is the most precious thing in the world to her. Why the fuck doesn't she wait until a bigger ring can be placed on that little hand.

"That is the called primal urge. When your soulmates birthmark is visible then your eyes immediately try to find it. It is instinctual to look."

God, I just want someone to pull a fire alarm so my classmates don't have to hear me drone on and on.

"Another thing that happens is your mark turns a different color when your soulmate glances at it. In most cases, it will turn red but very rarely it will turn black. Scientists believe that only 1 in a billion has this trait."

Even though everyone has a soulmate its a bit difficult to find the person who shares your mark. They can be born next door or halfway around the world. There are dating websites where you take a picture of your mark and see if it matches. Some people spend their whole lives trying to find a soul mate and never do. Others post here marks on social media in hopes of catching their soulmates eye.

"Another rare thing is the feeling that the mark gives you when you see your life partner. It is said to become warm and brings the body pleasure."

Apparently, in these rare cases, it feels hot and tingles when you have sex with your soulmate. Everyone whos mark turns black feels it.

"Now if your soulmate happens to be a negative influence then you may reject them. Nothing says that you have to be with them. There are cases where soulmates actually get divorced. If you have a black mark then it is a different situation. No one with a black mark tries to leave there partners for very long. They fall into a depression very easily."

I hope to God that I don't have a black mark. I don't really want to be in a relationship like that. If I meet my soulmate and they are a serial killer and my mark turns black I would be terrified.

"Now, that is all for today and thank you. I hope you all meet your the ones destined just for you."

I literally just quoted a commercial for my last line. That's right Mrs. Davis im winning.

I chuckle to myself but that only proves as a reminder of the splitting headache I have.

Everyone looks so happy and I can't seem to give a shit because my hangover is killing me.

"Mrs. Davis, may I please be excused for the day?"

She is still in a daze staring at the picture of her husband. It's a wedding photo and they are both showing their shoulders with their marks. Why couldn't she have just given the speech, she knows all of this. Even that redheaded girl knows more than me.

"Yes, of course, you can Evan"

I don't even pick up my books on the way out and head home to eat greasy food and then sleep to get over this bitch.