Strings of Fate

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Why does my head feel like someone is bashing it with a hammer? And why do I feel like throwing up? My eyes feel stuck shut but I force myself to open one. A dim light in the room makes me immediately squeeze it shut again, groaning in pain. Ugh I feel awful. I’m lying my side and my right arm is numb under my own weight. I roll onto my back and try not to gag as my stomach rebels.

“I hope girls night was worth it.” I hear Bellamy comment from beside me. My eyes fly open in shock and I bolt upright, the world spinning as I sit up. I press a hand to my head and find my hair is an absolute rat’s nest. I glance over at Bellamy who is lying in the bed next to me, the blankets pulled down far enough to see that he’s not wearing a shirt. I flush red and avert my eyes before I embarrass myself by staring. I glance down and realise I’m only wearing a bra and my underwear. With a shriek that does not help my headache, I grab the blanket and yank it over myself, tearing it away from Bellamy enough to see that he’s wearing a pair of loose pants. So he’s not naked at least. I freeze up, clutching the blanket to my chest and trying to remember exactly how I ended up here. I remember I was drinking with Megan, I fell off her bed. I wanted to see Bellamy and then… oh no. Oh no, no NO. What did I do? That’s it, I’m done for. I’ll have to run away and move to some middle of nowhere town so that I never have to face Bellamy again. My eyes dart around the room as I contemplate my

exits.

“If you’re thinking of running I feel the need to point out I can track you pretty easily. Also you’re not really dressed for an escape.” Bellamy comments dryly, correctly interpreting my panic. I sigh and collapse back into the bed, pulling the blanket over my head.

“You’re right, running would be a waste. Maybe I should look into memory wiping spells instead.” I grumble from under the covers. I can feel Bellamy moving beside me but I refuse

to

pull off the blanket, preferring the dark, although admittedly stuffy little cave I’m hiding in. Bellamy peels up the edge of the blanket letting a spear of light through and I cringe. He peeks through the gap and I can see that he’s leaning over me, his weight on one elbow while the other holds the blanket.

“If you’re going to erase my memory anyway, there’s no point hiding now.” He comments, amusement in his tone. I just groan again. The longer I’m awake, the more memories are returning. Did I seriously try and seduce him while wasted? I STRADDLED him. He stopped. me. I appreciate it, but I can’t decide if that makes it more or less embarrassing. Either way, I

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to peer through. Bellamy is still leaning on his elbow, half over me. He

“I’m sorry!

sorry! I’m so,

I embarrassed myself and annoyed you and-” I’m cut off by Bellamy placing a finger lips. He has a satisfied smile on his

over b

don’t understand.

happy that when your inhibitions were lowered and you were vulnerable, all you wanted to do was be with me.” He

he’s said is wrong. Still,

want to take things slow and then I… well… ugh.” Would it be immature to hide under the blanket again? Bellamy strokes my hair soothingly with

hand.

you were doing. I know you aren’t ready yet, that’s the only reason I stopped you.” He tries to calm me. His hand in my hair somehow makes me feel tense and relaxed at the same time. Like

“I’m sorry.

again.

unfair to you. I’m sorry

made something hard but I suspect that’s not what you intend by that statement. If you mean to say you made my life difficult, then you’re wrong about that.” Bellamy answers with a smirk. I just stare at him in shock. Did he

groan in embarrassment

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