Fated

Chapter Four: Realisation

Just over a month has passed and Isaac's birthday is finally here!

I've spent the past couple of weeks helping his parent's prepare for the party, along with studying and just hanging out. I haven't been able to spend as much time with Isaac recently; he's been busy studying himself, but on top of that, he's spending a lot more time learning the duties of the Alpha... Or, so he says.

Something has been off recently with Isaac - I'm not sure what, but... I have to trust him. This relationship is pointless otherwise.

Anyway, the night of his party is finally here! 

Ding! My phone alerts me to a new message - from Sophia!

It's been a while since Sophia texted me... It's been a while since Sophia even hung out with me... My heart tightens a little, longing for my best friend.

She's just busy studying. Don't worry. I reassure myself; Sophia has always been focused on studying and getting good grades. She's probably just stressed and wants her space.

'Hey Claire, sorry it's been a while. How are things going in preparation for the party?'

'Hi Sophia! It has been a while, yeah! How are you doing? Is everything going okay? I'm always here for you, you know!

Uhh, things are going well in preparation for the party, everything's done now, we've all just got to get ready ourselves!'

'Yeah, everything's fine with me :). Glad that the party prep is finished, I'm looking forward to it a lot.'

'Hey Sophia, umm, I was actually wondering, do you maybe wanna come get ready for the party with me?'

A few minutes pass after I send this message; my disappointment growing and the my heart tightening. I put my phone down, just as another Ding! alerts me. I jolt back and grab my phone.

'Yeah, sure, that'd be nice. I'll be over in an hour?'

I grin involuntarily; the tension in my heart lifts, being replaced with sheer joy and excitement, as I no longer feel like I am losing my friend.

'Amazing! See you in an hour! :))'

I put my phone down and begin frantically cleaning my room before Sophia comes over. I clean frantically for about five minutes before an overwhelming wave of nausea hits me.

With no time to spare, I sprint to the nearest bathroom, just barely making it in time.

After puking my guts out for a bit, I sit back and begin to clean myself up, resting against the tub. 

I close my eyes and think for a bit.

This has happened a few times over the past couple of weeks. I've been putting it down to anxiety, mostly. I've had issues with anxiety for a long time now, but I've never vomited because of it, before now anyway.

It's a very stressful time though... Way more than usual. I definitely feel more anxious- final exams are coming up, constantly preparing for Isaac's birthday... 

Mmm... Isaac...

I allow myself to drift into my imagination a little, fantasising about the last time Isaac was here...

And the time before that...

And the time before that...

Wait...

I jolt up, eyes bulging from my head in my realisation.

My period's late.