The Basement

Chapter 16

Where the fuck am I?

This was all Megan thought as she woke up with her head buried underneath pillows. As she slowly rose out of bed she registered the walls of her room and a pounding in her head that assured her she had an eventful evening. Within seconds of getting out of bed she ran to the toilet, throwing up until she tasted bile.

Dehydrated didn't even begin to describe what she was feeling.

What did I do last night she thought.

As she waded through her messy room she climbed back into bed with the hopes of sleeping the rest of her hangover off. All of her muscles were so tired and she couldn't help but wonder if she decided to run a marathon at three in the morning. All she needed now was some rest.

ring ring

Fuck

She watched the phone as it continued to ring over and over. Maybe if she ignored it whoever was calling her would get the message.

She gave up that belief when they called back three more times.

"What do you bitches want from me."

"Oh my god!" Normani screeched.

"What?"

"Girl, you look fucking terrible. Are you sick... or dying?"

"I didn't wanna say anything because I think my job here is to add some positivity to your hater duo but yeah you really do look like shit," Reneé added.

"Y'all are so sweet to me. You know just what a girl wants to hear the second she wakes up."

"Save the sarcasm for when you're pretty enough for me to excuse it. Why do you look like shit? I thought you said you and Beyoncé were just gonna chill?"

Normani had an endless list of doubts about this newfound friendship Beyoncé and Megan were trying. In her mind they were both moving way too fast way too soon. Beyoncé was so many firsts for Megan and even if she's rightfully pissed at her now there's no way things won't get complicated eventually.

"It was supposed to be chill but then we went to this club w-"

"Wait, wait, wait..." Reneé interjected "You went to a club with Beyoncé and didn't think to tell us?!?"

"Why did i have to tell you?

"So we could tell you NOT to go you idiot?!?"

Both Reneé and Normani were stunned at Megan's lack of intelligent thinking. The day before she had been telling them she had reasonable doubts about her newfound friendship and now she's jumped to spending a night on the town with her almost ex not quite girlfriend.

Reneé had begun to pace and all three girls could tell she was about to explode in the next few minutes.

In between laps around her room she quickly posed the question on everyone's minds.

"What did you guys do last night?"

"I have absolutely no idea. We got so fucked up last night I can barely remember anything."

"Well what the fuck were you guys doing before you got fucked up."

Megan was wracking her brain trying to pull out enough detail to appease her friends. So much of the night was a blur. Everything was fine as far as she could remember. When they arrived it was all fun and games between her and Beyoncé. They danced, had a few drinks, and then they had that talk.

"Shit."

That talk

"No, no, noooo what did you do Megan?" Reneé squeaked.