Fragile Bonds: A Soulmate Series Book #1

Chapter One

"We don't meet people by accident. They are meant to cross our path for a reason." – Anonymous

Sam listened as the girls around gushed and gushed about how they all were one step closer to their soulmates because they had proof they existed. She was happy for them, really, but sometimes hearing them drone on and on and on gets boring and slightly upsetting for Sam.

"My soulmate has got to either be older, or his parents just don't care because I woke up this morning with the faintest outline of a tattoo on my shoulder blade!" Rebecca, the most popular of their tiny group, squealed.

How in the world could she be happy that her soulmate just got a tattoo?

"Of course, it faded before I got dressed, but it was totally there!" She continued. Sam expected her to keep ogling over this said soulmate, but when she suddenly turned to face her, Sam was at a loss for words. "What about you, Samuel? Any news about your soulmate?" Sam visibly flinched at the use of her full name. Rebecca meant no harm by using it. In fact, Rebecca's the only one Sam will let call her that.

"Uh, well, you see-," Sam spluttered out.

How am I supposed to explain that I've never even felt anything related to my soulmate?

"Well? Spit it out?" Rebecca urged, twirling a strand of hair on her finger.

"I don't think I have a soulmate." Sam muttered while the girls around her gasped, even Rebecca. She glanced at the eyes of the girls and sighed, continuing. "I've never felt or even seen proof that I have one, and to be honest I've come to terms that I don't. I'm just ready to go to college," She said honestly. Despite what others believe, she's right at the top of her class and could probably get in to just about all the Ivy League colleges. Getting away from Woodville is just a plus when she finally leaves. Tiffany, Rebecca, and Molly were all staring at her like she grew another head. It's not impossible for someone not to have a soulmate, just uncommon and quite frankly, very unheard of

"How can you not be worried about not having a soulmate?" The girl to Sam's right, Tiffany, asked her. Sam just shrugged her shoulders.

"I was at first, but now I'm fine with it. I've had a couple years to cope with that, and besides, I'm so not soulmate material." She flicked her wrist over her body dramatically, and when all the girls cracked a smile, she took a bow. Granted, they were all sitting down, so when she bent forward, Sam hit her head against the table. All the girls looked worried when she sat up, but when Sam died laughing, so did the girls.

"Uh Sam?" Rebecca slid some napkins over to her before pointing to her forehead. "You're bleeding a bit." Sam took one of the napkins and held it to her head until her head stopped bleeding.

"Thank you." Sam whispered before she checked her phone and started to freak out.

Oh crap! I was supposed to be home a half an hour ago to start cooking dinner. James is going to murder me.

"Oh my good gosh. I have to go! I'm so sorry, guys- I mean girls. I'll see you tomorrow at school." Sam didn't give them the time to reply because she quickly stood up and left. Rebecca watched her as she left with a sad look. She didn't mean to make Sam stay later than what she did, and she prayed that James would take it easy on Sam. She watched the door for a few more minutes just in case Sam came running back in the coffee shop with her mind changed about leaving. When that didn't happen, Rebecca turned her attention back to the conversation about boys with Tiffany and Molly.

Sam was so worried about making it home later than she already was that she barely noticed the guy walking toward her. What she did notice however was her quickening heart rate, but she knows it's only because it's almost 80 degrees outside, and she was practically fast walking home.