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

whatever she has planned for us during the day. It’s

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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

random rom–com.

jolt awake at my alarm clock, exhausted, disoriented and grumpy. My laptop is still on my lap and open, although the screen is blanked out. I don’t remember

if I finished it. My neck and shoulders are aching

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

don’t bother with

going to get all dolled up later. I do run 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 head straight to the front door. Shaun is still standing there, in fact he looks rather bored, although not all that tired. I suspect he got to sleep during the day before coming to keep an

to respond as I turn to the kitchen. Shaun is standing in the doorway, looking

chill out, it is too early for this drama. I cleared things up 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 can see doubt in

lie to you?“I challenge, placing my hands on

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caves immediately, concern

he insists as he pointedly steps inside, awkwardly

sure where

insists on helping 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

the host here.” I

as your guest. I

there’s no reason you should be serving me either.” I add.

like to cook.” I