When my laces couldn"t be tied any tighter, and my clothes couldn"t be any neater, I had to face leaving the locker room. Walking through the door meant seeing people, and I felt like I had a big set of lips painted on my forehead. Like everyone would know how close I came to having s*x with Brooks, then kissed Francis and exchanged blood with him. A sense of him, very faint, rested comfortably in the back of my mind.
Would we be mated forever? What if we weren"t compatible? It happened so often that teenagers fell in love and got married only to get divorced in a few short years. What did mates do when it didn"t work out? Stay mated anyway?
Slinging my backpack over my shoulders, then taking all the time I could to adjust the straps and straighten it, I finally had to walk out the door.
