Inevitable

xii: running late

I wake up with the blinding lights in my eyes as I roll back in the bed that definitely doesn't feel like mine. I bump into another body and immediately realise that I'm in a stranger's bed. My head starts to spin as I sit up, taking the covers with me because I can feel my naked skin underneath the bedsheet.

"Oh, you're up." I hear an oddly familiar voice and my mind finally recollects the memory from last night.

I didn't. Oh my god. I didn't.

"Great, you're freaking out."

I purse my lips at the comment, my eyes searching the floor for my clothes and I look at my bra hanging on the corner of the dressing mirror. A blush immediately takes over my features as I let out a very audible groan.

"Emily?" Myra calls from my left and I hold up my hand. "Shit, please tell me you consented last night. We were both pretty much out of it after we left the bar."

"I do, I consented," I tell them, it's just my head wouldn't stop spinning and it's been a year since I woke up in a bed that felt so strange.

My eyes roam around the room and notice that it's a small bedroom and very much cluttered, more than mine. I sigh, looking at them as I bite on my lip, pointing towards my jeans and blouse on the floor.

"Yes, right." They laugh, obviously amused as they stand up to leave the room. "I'll be out."

I try to avoid but can't help noticing how low the boxer is hanging off their hips as I get up from the bed and start putting on my clothes. My eyes move to the clock and if I wasn't freaking out before, I start panicking now. It's a work-day. I'm supposed to be in office right now.

My hand goes into my jeans pocket for my phone and I notice that it was on silent but there are two missed calls from Blake. The last one was just five minutes ago. Shit.

"Myra!" I holler down the hallway as I get out and they pop out their head from the kitchen. "I'm late for work."

Their eyes shoot up, "Hell, I completely forgot. I would've woken you up earlier. C'mon, I will drive you."

I pause as they go inside and come out with sweatpants and tying their short pink hair into a low-bun. I look down at my clothes and realise that I really can't show up in this.

"I don't have work clothes." I look at them helplessly. "Please tell me you have something I can borrow."

Even if they do, they won't fit. Myra is skinnier than me. They must read my expressions so they quickly reassure me.

"My roommate probably does. Go take a shower because I'm sorry but you reek." They comment and I scowl but then I smell myself and realise that they're right.

I find the bathroom and a fresh pair of towels. I hate taking shower at someone else's place. It's one thing that makes me so uncomfortable but right now comfort really isn't on my priority list. Once I step out of the bathroom, I get inside Myra's room and notice that they have laid out a pair of blue formal shirt and a black pencil skirt.

I'm actually surprised that I could find something so formal at all. I just hope it fits. I quickly change into it and look at myself in the mirror. The shirt and skirt are a little tight, clinging to my body but it will have to do for the day.

After grabbing my stuff, I go out in the living room and Myra's standing there with a cup of coffee and toast in hand.

"I don't have time for this." I decline, rushing out of the apartment and see them rolling their eyes. "Really?"

"You can eat and drink it on the way. I'll drive."

I take the cup and toast from their hand as we make our way down. Once we're in the car, I let out a huge breath of relief as I sip on the coffee and look at them.