"No, thank you," I heard myself say. After school, I found Luke waiting by my locker. He was leaning against the one next to it, as if he"d been there a while. "How was your day?" he asked. Looking into his concerned eyes, I felt an overwhelming weariness. This was my fated mate? He couldn"t even see the bullying happening right under his nose? "It was fine," I lied, for once grateful for my skill at hiding my emotions. In Chemistry, Mr. Johnson announced lab partners. When he read "Amelia Marsh and Tabitha Amota," I heard the entire class suck in a sharp breath. Tabitha rolled her eyes and stomped over to our shared lab station. "Just my luck." The experiment required the preparation of ethyl acetate, needing precise control of temperature and reagents. Tabitha deliberately turned the Bun
