Frankie

I hadn't been to school in almost a week. I came down with a flu during the night and couldn't go see Imogen. I really wanted to get her cake and celebrate with her. I would have been able to recover rather quickly, but my father had so many interviews.

My father was currently running for governor; he isn't winning, which is where the interviews come in. His agents are trying to go with the family angle, but my father would rather drink and gamble than be with us. In interviews, we look like the perfect fantasy. Meanwhile, my father is threatening to beat the shit out of my brother.

Imogen was my safe place; she made all my home problems almost nonexistent. I'm excited to give Imogen the little gift I got her. I bought her a little friendship charm to add to our matching bracelet. I also wondered if she looked at her wrist. Knowing Imogen, she probably kept her promise. I really hope she kept her promise. My birthday passed a few months, and I never had the urge to find out the name.

I don't think it matters who my soulmate is. I should be with whom I want to be with. I want to be able to fall in love with someone because it happened out of nowhere, not because the stupid government said so. Hopefully, Imogen has done the same. I was happy to hear that there are no more interviews for a while.

I brushed my curly, light brown hair, using some mousse to loosen the curls. I managed to get my hair into a high ponytail with some curls sticking out towards the front. I put some light makeup on along with my lucky pink gloss.

I looked into my humongous closet filled with rows of clothing. I have my clothes color-coded along with my shoes and anything else. I went to the pink area which had the most rows and selected the pink frizzy sweater. I grabbed one of my pairs of black jeans with knee-high boots.

My mother was up bright and early fixing breakfast for my father who had meetings all day today. The smell of the brewing coffee wafted through my room. I grabbed my bag from its stand and walked down my granite stairs. My butler was waiting by the end of the stairs with a tray, holding a cup of coffee and bread. I chugged my mug of coffee and warmed my body up, feeling the burn rushing up to my cheeks.

"Bye, mom!" I said, slamming the door behind me.

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I made my way into the crowd hallways looking for my locker. I saw the back of my familiar best friend and started running towards her. As I got behind her, I placed my arms on her shoulder roughly causing her to flinch.

"Imi how are you?!" I said almost squealing, engulfing her into a tight hug.

She tapped my arm that was wrapped around her chest instead of hugging me back. Something must be wrong...

"I'm not good..." I met her worried gaze. " I need you, Franks," she said resting her head on my shoulder.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing her shoulders.

"You're going to get upset!" Her expression exposed the guilt she was hiding.

I punched my combination in, "Ugh no," I raised my eyebrow, "Don't tell me you looked."

"I'm sorry Frankie but it was an accident! I swear," she pleaded.

I closed my locker gently, fighting the urge to slam it. I didn't want to cause a scene just because it hurt my feelings. "Did our six-year pack mean nothing to you?" I whispered to her but made sure my anger showed.

"Frankie don't be mad at me," she pleaded, giving me her signature puppy dog face.

"I'll talk to you later, okay," I assured her.

I can't believe she looked. The thought had crossed my mind, but I just couldn't see what particular reason she had to look at it. I just hope it doesn't influence her decision. The pact was pointless the whole time. Why did we even bother with it? We made a pact, how could she break it-? I decided I wasn't in the mood to deal with school. I left out the blue door and went to the back of the school. My back hit the yellow brick wall, sliding down to the pavement. I place my face into my knees to hide from the sun.

"What are you doing?" a rich voice snapped me from my thoughts.

Couldn't he notice I wanted to be left alone?

"Why does it matter?" I snapped.

"No reason, I guess," I looked up to meet his jade green eyes. Drew. The same Drew who was Imogen's crush. Looked like I can never escape her. He was holding a vodka bottle in his hand, casually taking sips from it.

"Can I have some?" I asked.

"I guess." He handed me the cold container. I stared at it, debating if I should go through with it. I opened it and the smell of the alcohol almost caused me to throw up. I took a deep breath, gathering the courage to drink it, and then went for it. The rough, powerful taste burned my throat on its way down. My face furrowed at the taste. The frustration from my friendship with Imogen caused me to drink more than I should have.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Issues!" He snarled, violently kicking the wall.

I inhaled the rest of the vodka, trying to ignore the burning sensation in my throat. "Does it have to do with the soulmate thing?" I asked, letting out a burp.

"Kind of," he sighed.

I got up by this point and was feeling a little tipsy. I had never drank before today; I don't think I will ever drink after this. I leaned on the wall, staring at the sun shining through the clouds. I watched as Drew started leaning closer to me, playing with my locks. As I stared at him, I noticed how attractive he was.

I could understand why so many girls dropped their panties for him, because right now I felt like one of them. His bright green eyes could hypnotize anyone in a second. Our foreheads were touching as he caressed my cheek softly. His breath lingered of the smell of the liquor.

"What is it to you?" he asked.

"It's nothing." I felt like I was struggling to breathe. His every movement kept causing my heart to race a bit faster. "I was just wondering." I managed to let out.

His lips were one inch away from mine. He looked down on my lips while I looked down at his. He smirked, seeing the lust radiated from his eyes.

"If you're going to kiss me, do it." I don't know where the courage came from but I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the potent scent of alcohol being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick, muscular neck. In an instant, I had pulled away.

"I'm sorry I should go...." I whispered, feeling the heat absorbing my cheeks. His hands released me and I hurried back into the school to the bathroom. I felt ashamed of myself. How could I have done that to Imogen? It must be the vodka's fault. Because in my normal state of mind, I would never do that. How am I supposed to mention this to Imogen now? It would just hurt her. I felt the sharp pain on my wrist again. It felt like a sharp blade gliding through your skin. The pain caused me to subconsciously rip the tape off.

"What the hell!" I tried to not look down, but my eyes got the best of me. My eyes opened wide when it met with my exposed skin.

"Drew"

"My soulmate is Drew? That can't be."

"Frankie are you okay?" The voice startled me, making my body jolt. Quickly, I rushed to pull my sleeve down to covering my exposed wrist.

I placed my hands behind my back, trying to act casually. "Imogen, how long have you been here?" I said.

"I just got here," she said, suspiciously glancing towards my arm.

"Oh," I answered.

Imogen walked over to the sink, pushing the dispenser for soap. She pushed the faucet, placing her painted hands under the water and washed away the strains away. "So you're having soulmate trouble?" I asked.

"Yes, I wanted to talk about it but you ran away," she replied, drying her hands with a paper towel.

"I'm sorry about that," I fidgeted with my leg, moving it around to ease the awkwardness. "Why don't you tell me now?" I said.

"Later, I have a class right now," she smiled, walking towards the door.

"Imogen loosen up!" I said, squeezing her shoulders.

"No, I got to go!" She dashed out, but I latched onto her arm before she could. I tried to read the soulmate's name on her wrist, but it was faded. My eyes was able to get a good enough glimpse before she removed her arm from my grasp.

"DREW?" I yelled, covering my mouth with my hand.

I didn't mean to say it that loud, but HOW?

"You couldn't wait a few minutes." She fumed. I watched her walk back to class and regretted what I did.

How can we both have Drew? I never heard of anyone having the same soulmate. It's just not possible. How are we supposed to exist if we have the same one? Does it mean one of us could die because of it? Unless I have a different one, but it's not possible.

Your soulmate is someone who goes to your school or who you would eventually run into during your lifetime. I didn't even want to be with Drew. The kiss was a dumb mistake, I shouldn't have done it. Even if deep down I always wanted to do it. I guess I could have some potential feelings for him, but Imogen liked him first. I can't do that to her.

I skipped classes since I pretty much never went to any of them. When I reached my house, I pleaded with my butler to not inform my parents of my early arrival. He promised since my brother Parker also skipped school and was smoking upstairs.

I hope you enjoy the new chapter!! Do you guys like Frankie? She's a very important person to Imogen. How could Drew be written on Imogen's and Frankie's wrist? You will eventually find out. So many questions and so many answers. Going to be crazier and crazier by the chapter.

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