You and the asshole that bullies you, a pretty, popular and athletic guy who loved to pick on people. The beloved Luke Smith, the boy that everyone loved. (Apart from you and anyone who was kinda odd).

Luke bullied you a bunch, even dragging you to the woods sometimes to pick on you, slam you against trees and get all up in your face. Calling you every name in the book. You hated Luke and wanted nothing to do with him.

But of course, because your small town was fucking stupid and reality there made no fucking sense, a witch thought it was hilarious to curse you and Luke into being mates.

Mates. Fucking bonded mates. Being animalistic, getting random new instincts and being bond by your souls.

A few of the annoying fucking effects included (which i will list out like an advert for anti depression meds) -unable to stay too far away from eachother without feeling crushing dread -the constant jealousy of anyone else even looking at the other -constant want for touch -constant need for touch -the ability to make odd new sounds -the urge to trill, coo and croon to eachother -the random fascination with biting -a weird amount more animal traits -thinking of eachother as 'mate' -and of course, because the universe didnt want to cut you a break! The weird need for sex. Messy, raw, feral sex.

It sucked! It fucking sucked. And you couldn't even tell anyone because you two would probably be burnt at the stake for getting cursed. You just had to silently suffer with it. Trying not to leap into eachothers arms.