Strings of Fate

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I suddenly realise that Bellamy is still talking.

“So we’re okay then?” he questions.

“Yeah Bellamy, we’re okay.” Now that we’ve made up, I’m sort of reluctant to hang up the phone. I’m still not ready to sleep yet.

“Shaun mentioned you tested your dominance. I meant to help you with it earlier but we

really had the chance.” His tone is apologetic, but, as usual, he doesn’t actually apologise.

never

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”

“But I was right, you are more dominant. We’ll have to test you against Megan sometime, and me.” He comments. Okay, not good. I don’t want to give him too much evidence about our fates just yet.

“Um, yeah, maybe.” I say casually. A beeping sound comes from the phone.

“I have another call coming through. I’ve been waiting for this call so I really need to get it…” Bellamy trails off. He doesn’t sound like he really wants to hang up.

“It’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Bellamy.”

“Goodnight Ryann.” The phone clicks as he hangs up. After talking to Bellamy and hashing everything out I have to admit that I feel much more relaxed. Resolving our argument did more for my mood than all the Netflix and cookies I can manage. I guess the first option is actually useful where the last two just leave me feeling a little guilty. I suppose I’ll have to give points to Bellamy for this one. Chalk one up to actually talking things out. Sigh. Now that there is apparently no immediate danger of being attacked in my

oversleep and miss whatever she has planned for us during the day. It’s hard to believe I’ve only known her for about a week, not counting

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off, pulling them back over me, rearranging the pillows like fifty times. After a while I cave and check the time on my phone. It’s just after two in the morning. This knowledge just agitates. me more, now I’m going to be tired tomorrow. I try lying different ways in bed, I even try swapping so my head is at the opposite end of the bed. I get up and make myself a hot chocolate which I only drink half of before tipping it down the sink, irritated. Eventually

random rom–com.

and grumpy. My laptop is still on my lap and open, although the screen is blanked

or even if I finished it.

bed and into my bathroom. I groan as I look in the mirror. My eyes are puffy and the bags under my eyes are big enough to pack for a two week vacation. The shadows under my eyes only emphasise their weird, pale colour. Hopefully this won’t ruin Megan’s plans for whatever makeover she intends to give me. I hop into the shower and try not to fall asleep under the warm, soothing water. I hop out and throw on a pair of leggings and a

relaxing day. I don’t bother with makeup or blow drying my

a brush through my hair, but it’s pretty easy to manage since my hair is so straight. I slip on a pair of flip flops and leave my room. I

for him to respond as I turn to the kitchen.

with Bellamy last night. You can come inside, you won’t get in trouble or anything. Promise.” I tell him, trying not to roll my eyes. I

lie to you?“I challenge, placing my

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caves immediately, concern on

not Miss Gale!” he insists as he

sure where

and in the end I leave him to manage the eggs while I fetch glasses, plates and cutlery since he doesn’t actually know where anything is. I finish my task first and end up sitting at the table and letting him serve my

little backwards, I’m the

I don’t expect you to serve

you should be serving me either.”

to cook.”