Explanation!

You will meet your soulmate based on what you have written on your wrist. If the writing is on your left wrist, that means that they will offer you something. If it's on the right, it means that they are responding to your offer. You, obviously, will not know why they would say such a thing until you do meet them.

Alexandra's POV

I traced over the writing that rested on my left wrist: I'm so sorry! Let me help.

What had they done? Did they mean to sound sorry, or were they being sarcastic? All these questions passed through my mind as I typed away at my laptop. The essay was due in a week, but I was desperate to finish it ahead of time.

I blew a lock of my long ginger hair from my face as I worked. I had too many ideas flowing to stop and tuck that strand of hair behind my ear. The essay was an analysis essay on a novel the class was reading. In my opinion, it was just far too easy.

Just then the door opened. It was my foster mother, Garnet Washington.

"Alexandra, dear," She sighed. "It's eleven forty-five, and you have school tomorrow. What are you even doing?"

"An essay for school." I responded, not taking my eyes off the screen.

She sighed again, switched on the main lights for my room and shut my laptop.

"Hey!" I said. "I need to save that!"

"I'll do that for you. Young lady, you need to get in bed. Your laptop will be charging outside for you to take to school, okay?" She picked up my laptop and stood in the doorway.

"Okay, Garnet. Sorry…" I said, standing up from my desk. She gave me a stern glare before switching off the lights and leaving the room with my laptop, shutting the door behind her.

I flopped on my bed and rubbed my eyes. Maybe she was right. Maybe I did overwork myself. I shut my eyes and fell asleep in a snap.

Tanya's POV

I looked at the ink that wrapped across my right wrist: No, really, it's okay, you don't have to…

Why were they saying that 'It's okay'? What did I offer? Whatever it was, it didn't matter. I had to wake up and get to school in eight hours, but I couldn't sleep. I had problems with sleep a lot of the time, and I had no idea why. Probably insomnia or something like that.

I groaned, pulled myself out of bed and opened the door very slowly. All the lights in the house, aside from the light that illuminated they hallway to the bathroom were off. Good. My father would not have approved of me being awake this late if he were still up working. 'You should not be up this late, Tanya!' he would scold.

I tiptoed to the bathroom, switched on the lights and opened the medicine cabinet. After about a minute of searching, I found what I was looking for: a small white bottle labeled 'Melatonin'.

I exited the bathroom, switched the lights off and walked into the kitchen. I turned the lights on and poured myself a glass of warm water. I stopped a moment and listened carefully. My dad was still fast asleep, thankfully.

I opened the small bottle of pills, tipped one out into my hand and swallowed it with a sip of water. I walked back to my room and set the glass on my table as well as the melatonin bottle.

I sat down on my bed and sighed. This soulmate thing seemed kind of pointless, in my opinion. But if it helped people find love, then maybe it did have a purpose after all.

I ran my hand through my dark, curly, messy hair. Maybe, just maybe, tomorrow would be my lucky day. I fell asleep dreaming what my soulmate might be like.

Third Person POV (Next Day)

"Well?" Joanne asked Alexandra. "Do you think you'll have luck today? Perhaps with a Schuyler?"

Alexa laughed. "Joanne Laurens, you have been lucky enough to snag a Schuyler. What are the odds of me being, say, Angelo or Elijah's soulmate?"

It was true. Joanne had managed to be Peter Schuyler's soulmate after a simple misunderstanding a while back. And Alexa was fairly sure that Angelo and Elijah were way out of her league. What were the chances that one of them would be hers?

It didn't matter. The bell had just rung, and Alexa's next class was English, with the teacher being no joke. Even being one minute late was good enough reasoning for her to be landed in detention.

"See you at lunch, Jo." She said.

"Bye, Lex!" Joanne called after her, rushing off to her Biology class. Alexa smiled. They had been friends for three years, and there was no way they were going to be separated.

She grabbed her English notebook from her locker and rushed to the third floor. When she rounded the corner to get to Room 301, she ran into someone who was probably rushing to class too. Alexa fell backwards and banged her head on the floor, her books and computer falling out of her hands.

"I'm so sorry!" she heard someone say. "Let me help."

Alexa rubbed the back of her head and said, "No, really, it's okay, you don't have to…" She stopped and grasped her left wrist, the area burning as if someone had pressed a piece of hot metal there.

"Are you…" the person began, then stopped. Alexandra looked up to see a girl around her age wearing a knee-length magenta dress and a white cardigan grasping her right wrist. The two stopped and looked at each other. Alexandra smiled. "That's one way to do it, I suppose."

"Yeah…" the girl said, laughing a bit. "But seriously, let me help you." She held out her hand, which Alexa took. The girl pulled her up off the ground and helped pick up her books and laptop, which hadn't broken in the fall, thankfully.

"Um…" the girl hesitated, running her hand through her messy dark hair. "Meet me by the big oak tree at break?"

"Sure." Alexandra said with a smile on her face. "My name's Alexandra, by the way. You?"

"I'm Tanya. See you at break, I suppose."