Strings of Fate

81- Pants and painkillers

As I enter, Megan whirls around to face me, she’s holding an armful of clothes that she appears to be stacking away and she stops mid–note of whatever tune it was she was humming. She looks surprised to see me.

“Ryann? I didn’t realise you were still here. I thought Bellamy must have taken you home already. Are you only getting up now? It’s almost eleven.” she rambles cheerfully. She drops her armful of clothes onto a large pile on her bed and pulls her curtain open a little. I flinch at the bright morning light and shield my eyes, groaning.

“Of course I’m still here. And I drank waaaaay too much last night, of course I’m only getting up now. It’s a miracle I’m up at all.” I grumble. Megan tilts her head in confusion.

“Are you really feeling that bad?” she asks curiously. I roll my eyes and regret the motion. Now that I’m standing up I feel a lot worse. Also her room is way too bright.

“Of course I am! Aren’t you?” I demand. She shrugs nonchalantly.

“Nope. my metabolism burned off the alcohol ages ago, and my hangover was over before I even woke up.” She smiles sunnily and I glare at her.

“Ugh. I hate you.” I glance down at my legs which are a little cold without the blanket covering them.

“Do you have pants I can wear?” I ask. Megan chucks a pair of comfy looking leggings at me.

“Your work stuff is over there. But I would definitely suggest a shower and a fresh uniform for work tonight.” She looks me up and down with a raised eyebrow and I sigh.

“Duh, but I’ll do that when I get home. I don’t start work til five so there’s no rush.” I check my pile of clothes and make sure my work stuff is all there. I have spares to wear tonight but I don’t want to lose anything. I also find my phone underneath the pile of clothing. I have three messages from Aaron.

Aaron- What time today?

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Aaron- Are you home?

Confirmed you are with Alpha Kane. Let me know when you’re ready to

know when I am ready for a ride home. I also

worst case I throw it up. I feel sick anyway so

against the cool marble of the countertop while Megan makes herself busy booking. I thought the smell of food might make

was more Megan’s plan than it was mine. I’ll just blame her. The clink of a glass next to my head makes me turn my face sideways, sliding my cheek on the counter. I can see Bellamy’s distorted figure through the glass of water he’s just

side of my throat, lingering a moment before backing

process if the wince he makes while. chewing is anything to go by. He then excuses himself to his office and leaves us

I would, although not even half as much as Megan. Shifter metabolisms must be hell on a grocery bill. Once I’m sufficiently fed and Megan is satisfied with my description of what happened last night (definitely the watered down version because I don’t think I could actually admit most of it out loud just yet.) I excuse myself to go see if Bellamy is free to talk. It’s been more than twenty four hours since I found that

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Bellamy’s office door is cracked open and I can see him glaring at some document before he sighs and signs it. I knock on the doorframe while poking my head in. Bellamy straightens up in his seat and flashes

better?” he asks. I

feel better, but I’m awake at least.”

I know you said it’s fine but I really am sorry about last night. I’ll make it

fix. While I don’t believe there’s anything to make up, I am interested to hear how exactly you’re planning to do that.” He winks at me and

to survive a cold shower, but you’re getting way too

out of my embarrassment, you clearly aren’t suffering.” Bellamy smirks at me and we both fall silent. Bellamy looks at the door pointedly, I’m still just poking

need to tell him. Rip it off like a bandaid and hope for the best. He’s