Living For Tomorrow

CHAPTER 20

Grace

As soon as Zach and I enter the school, the whispers and confused stares begin.

"Is that Grace?"
"What happened to her?"
"I heard she was pregnant."

And one that I didn't expect,

"Is that Zach Rue with her, I thought they broke up?"

My neck instantly snaps towards Zach but I can tell that he's visibly avoiding eye contact. I try to tug on his jersey to get his attention but I'm interrupted by someone body slamming me into a some-what hug. "GRACE!!, why didn't you tell me that you were coming back." A girl with short pixie purple hair squeals at me. "What you don't like the hair?, I was getting bored of the black." She continues, visually genuinely excited to see me.

"I'm sorry but I d-"

"She doesn't feel like talking right now" Zach replies for me, knowing that isn't what I was going to say.

Before anyone else gets a chance to speak Zach pulls us away over to a corner, "Grace nobody can know that you've lost your memory." He instructs.

"What?,that doesn't make any sense, how am I supposed to act like I remember, and why are you now deciding to tell me this!!" I remark honestly furious that nothing is adding up and nobody cares enough to explain.

"Who is she?" I ask gesturing to the pixie cut girl that's now standing awkwardly in the hallway, seemingly waiting for us to finish.

Zach let's out a frustrated breath and rubs his temples,"That's your bestfriend, her name is Zoey."

"Why can't my bestfriend know that I've lost my memory, Zach none of this makes any sense what so ever!!" I respond trying to refrain myself from making a scene.

"Grace nobody should know, I'm sorry but you're gonna have to figure out a way to convince everyone that you know them." He states in a 'and you'll do it no questions asked' tone.

"What the hell am I supposed to say when people start asking about my whereabouts for the past two fucking months.?" I ask baffled by everything that's coming out of his mouth.

The bell rings for first period and cuts our conversation short.

"I trust that you'll figure something out. Now come on let's get you to class."

This day is going 10× worse than I thought and school just commenced, what did I get myself into.

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It's the last period before lunch and everyone is still staring at me, they aren't even trying to be slick about it.

I can feel the heavy stares on my back and the air in the classroom doesn't seem to be enough for my deprived lungs.

Even the Teacher, Miss Evans I believe was her name, even her seem like she knows something that I don't. It's the same look my parents gives me, as if they're afraid to break me or worse yet lose me again.

What happened that caused me to go into the coma and who the hell was Grace Jones.

A headache is starting to form due to how hard I'm attempting to remember anything that could help me.

Talk to Damien.

Damien, that name sounds familiar but I still have not one clue as to who that is, no surprise there.

"Jones" I look up to Miss Evans and a empty classroom, "It's lunch, you can leave now" she says in a sweet voice.

"My apologies I dozed off for a bit, I'll just get my things and go." I reply, already feeling my face heat up with embarrassment.