It's Not Just Business

Chapter Twenty-One

Apparently my hopes of coming back to school as a normal student were ruined either by bringing Ezekiel or because everyone simply thought I was strange. I kept getting pity glances, curious ones, judgmental sneers and the lot.

It all made me question how well I got along with everyone here. Did I ever did something to them that was absolutely rude? If so I think that Alice or Elliot would have mentioned it. They did bring up the triplets once, but I haven't seen them and-

"So we hear you had an abortion."

"That you're getting a divorce."

"And that you're going into rehab."

Never mind. Here they were, the triplets I saw Aaron defending me from on that short flashback. Completely identical that I had no idea how I was to separate each. And I had no memory of their names so I just sat there confused and a bit amused at their conclusions as to why I hadn't been in school.

The teacher wasn't doing anything but reading a book and it made me question the school's policy to keep students from harassing another. But here I am, sitting behind my desk surrounded by identical sisters that are sneering down at me, judging my every move.

And this all felt way too familiar. I shut my eyes tightly and held the sides of my head as I felt like a hammer was being pounded on the back of my head. The part I hated about getting a little bit of my memory back. The headaches that left me vulnerable and scared those around me.

-They were staring down at me going on about Aaron and his sister. Confusing me with her. Talking about pictures and being completely weird. They were crowding my desk and I-

I jumped as I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the teacher. She looked concerned and the triplets were looking at me as if I had confessed to taking their fish out for air.

"Are you alright, Mrs. Scarlatti." the teacher asked.

"Yes... its just- Yes I'm fine. Minor headache." I tried my best to smile but I'm sure it came out more like a wince. The teacher nodded anyways and didn't push the matter further.

I was relieved when the bell rung but now I had a headache and I hadn't packed the pills in fear of someone finding them and probably thinking I was getting high. Also because I didn't want anyone to know I was on medication. I didn't want anyone else to know that I couldn't remember most things. Only those closest to me knew and of course the principal of the school who sort of needed to know for me to come back.

My headache was slowly fading by the time I was entering the cafeteria. I went to grab something light to eat and stood there searching for my group of friends. Searching for red hair, for a tall, broad shouldered long haired male, for curly hair for-

"Over here Regan!" Okay, Greg had no problem in getting peoples weird looks in order to shout at me.

I quickly made my way to their table and sat down. I didn't even bother with all the manners I had drilled into me. I pushed my tray to the side and rested my forehead on the table with a groan. Then my phone rang and I didn't even bother to look who it was as I hit the green.

"Yes?"

"Is something wrong? You sound wrong." it was Aaron's lovely voice. I let myself smile for a second before sighing.

"I'm fine. Just got a minor headache and I left my pills at home." I explained with my head still on the table.

"Just a normal headache or the kind you get after remembering something?" there was hope in his voice and I didn't know if to roll my eyes or be awed at how sweet he was.