Facing My Mates

Chapter Three

I got in Henry's car, after we all ate our ice cream. Henry's eyes were focused on the road and looked deep in thought. I poked his arm with a grin. He gave me a glance then turned back to the road.

"What?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Tyson."

I tensed up, hearing his name. Tyson is actually a nice, funny guy. I like him, we would be a good match for each other.

I then kicked myself. Tyson is my mate, duh.

"Now what are you thinking about?" Henry asked.

"My mate," I responded truthfully.

"Speaking about mates, is Tyson your mystery boy?"

"What? No!" I said, a little too quickly.

"He is! Isn't he?!" He practically shouted, staring at me intently.

"Henry! Eyes in the road!"

"I didn't hear a no," Henry said in a sing-song voice.

I folded my arms across my chest and faced forward, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

"Ooh! This calls for an immediate intervention. Let me get the others, then we'll all talk."

"Don't tell them about Tyson."

"I won't, I'll let you do that."

Minutes later we arrived at the house and we made our way up to my room. I opened the door, grabbed some sweats and a t-shirt, then went to the bathroom and changed. When I walked out of my bathroom, I saw everybody from tonight, not including Tyson, sitting on my bed or some fold up chairs. I stopped in my tracks and looked everybody in the eye, seeing if they knew the truth about Tyson and me.

Satisfied with what I saw, I got my office chair and pulled it into the circle that my friends have made.

"Henry, what is this all about?" Sammy sighed after a minute of silence.

"I'd rather not say. Haley would have my head if I told you."

Immediately all eyes turned to me. "So? What is it?" Oliver asked.

I rubbed my hands together, thinking of where to begin. Should I start with tonight or from the beginning? I asked Henry through the mind link.

Start from the beginning, or from when you found out who he was. He replied.

I nodded my head and looked everybody in the eye. "Okay. Well, this....eh, this has to do with....my uh, my mate," I announced to everyone.

Oliver nodded his head dramatically. "Yeah, we figured."

"What about this hunk of a mate?!" Sammy squealed.

I blushed deeply and looked down at my lap. "Well, I kind of..." I trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"You kind of...what?" Lisa mocked.

'Ikindofknowwhomymateis," I mumbled quickly, getting it out in one breath.

Sammy stared at me and raised an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

I sighed and looked over to Henry. He shooed his hands at me, mouthing the word "go." I sighed in defeat and turned to my friends. "I know who my mate is," I repeated, slower than the last time I said it.

Everyone gasped, except for Sammy. Sammy squealed in delight and jumped up from the bed. She ran over to me and clutched onto my arms and spun us around, jumping occasionally. "Oh my gosh! You found your mate!" She suddenly stopped and her face turned serious. "Who is it?"