Mate Bound

Chapter Three

♡Geniver♡

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You ain't even here to party
Ken in the club tryna pay for Barbie
I don't wanna go, go, go with the flow
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When I finally rush to my best friends side, I am winded.

"What is it?" I wheeze.

She grins. "You know how my mate and I write each other messages?"

I sigh. How could I forget?

Whilst her mate sends her endearing love notes, mine draws inappropriate drawings on my forehead.

How?

When a mate draws on their skin or marks it in any way, it will do the same on the other skin. It is a bit faded, but when done well, it's easy to make out.

Unfortunately for me, my mate does it very well.

We have this so we can find our mates. Yes, there is a certain pull, but usually, it's not that noticeable unless you focus hard.

You don't recognise your mate by sight - at least in your human form- but by touch.

As you can tell, it can be a little inconvenient at times, but for the sake of my friend, I smile, nod, and gesture for her to go on.

"Well, he told me that he's coming around to this area, which surprised me. One thing led to another and suddenly I find out that he's coming here. To our school!"

She squeals, and I smile, happy for her.

"Really? That's great!"

"I know. I'm just bursting with energy!"

"Do you know when he'll be here?"

She bites her lip, obviously trying to contain another squeal. "Tomorrow!"

I blink. I didn't expect it so soon.

"That's great," I repeat.

She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, the bell rings.

. . .

In class, all I can think about is my mate. What is he doing now? Where is he?

Who is he?

The girl next to me gasps. "Geniver!"

"What?"

"My gosh, your face!"

"What do you mean?"

Her friend turns to me and snickers.

Gosh, what has my juvenile mate done now?

I blink back angry tears and raise my hand to go to the restroom.

The teacher nods his consent for me to leave the room, and I rush out to the bathroom.

In the mirror, my face is marred by blue marker drawings.

There are a heart and a crudely drawn smiley face.

I growl.

I scavenge my pocket for my marker and begin to write on my left hand.

'You're acting like a small child', I write.

There is a pause, and then. 'I am?'

I scowl.

《Don't ignore him!》 Fennex finally appears.

I roll my eyes. <Long time, no see.>

《I was busy!》

<Busy? Really? Busy how?>

《That is none of your concern.》

Of course. I roll my eyes and continue to scrub at my skin.

'I was wondering ....' My mate writes.

'Yes?'

Gosh!

'Do you happen to live in the town of Lynette?'

Yes.

'Maybe.'

Fennex growls. 《Why did you just lie?》

<I didn't. I never said no.>

《But you never said yes either.》

I grin. <Exactly.>

I bite my lip before adding, 'Why?'

I wait for five minutes and give up when he doesn't respond.

When I walk back to class, I feel a kind of weight on my shoulders.

When I sit down, that weight lifts, because on my hand, is the simple word: 'Surprise'.