Cynthia Dion:
I walked out of the school, with Mara following me in silence. She hadn't uttered a word since the hallway incident, so I was hopeful she would finally respond once we were alone.
"Okay, start explaining!" I demanded, dropping my bag on the ground without caring that it might need cleaning when I got home.
"I don't know what to say when you're giving me that judgmental look," she pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Mara, it's not that simple. This isn't just some funny, silly mistake, and now you're acting all cute about it. First of all, why my mate? Why were you flirting with him?" I asked, mustering the courage to bring up the painful topic of my mate and her involvement. Each time I talked about my mate and her, it hurt.
"Seriously, that's the story he came u
