MEL
I sat on my bed, fidgeting nervously. Dad and Papa weren’t home when Delilah dropped me off. I had barely managed to push her back out the door so I could talk to them alone. I was certain it was about my mate situation, but I didn’t know what they had to say.
The clock ticked by at an agonizing pace. I should have pulled out some of my homework and gotten started, but I knew concentration wouldn’t happen. Taylor had stepped on my dominant hand, so I was going to have to figure out how to complete it all anyway. The only mercy I had was the counselor delivering my lost backpack during my last class of the day.
All afternoon, my thoughts kept straying back to the things Taylor said. I could make a few conclusions from her digs at me, but it didn’t make much sense. After Dario and A
