The Truth About Us

4. Talk dirty to me

Getting back to my into my classes was surprisingly easy. My doctor had explained to me that my memory loss had only affected the personal side of my brain, not the factual. I remembered basically everything that I had been taught at school but I couldn't remember how I knew it. I'd only missed three days of school so all I had to do was catch up on those couple days, and I managed to pick it up relatively easy.

The hard part was walking into a classroom full of students and not knowing a single person inside, after Jack had dropped me off at the door. My first two periods were double English and I stood helplessly at the entrance to the classroom like a deer in the headlights for five agonizing seconds, before I saw Darcie waving me over at the back of the classroom. I gratefully took my seat next to her and she proceeded to talk my ear off about her plans for next weekend.

"So you know how I was telling you about the cute guy in my calculus class? Oh right well you don't remember but yeah so he's throwing a party on Saturday and I was thinking it might be nice to go, I heard his house is massive, his dad's supposed to be some major tycoon in the business world, meaning there'll probably be quite a few bedrooms to do the deed in right?" She winked at me and opened her mouth again but Mrs. Wodzinski shot a glare our way and asked if there was a problem. Darcie plastered a fake smile on and assured her that she wasn't aware of any problems at this current point in time.

I was a little surprised at how she was acting. This girl was nothing like the girl who had told me she cared about me... at the moment she was acting like she dressed.

Fake.

Darcie kept quiet for the rest of the lesson after whispering furiously to me that she couldn't afford a Saturday detention if she was going to convince her parents to let her go to the party. Frankly I was slightly glad that that she'd been shut up as I didn't really want to hear what she planned to do with 'Calculus boy' in one of his mansions many bedrooms.

Mrs. Wodzinski asked me to stay behind after class and I swore under my breath, furious that I was getting blamed for Darcie's running mouth. Darcie found it hilarious though, and grinned on her way out of the classroom, telling me that she'd meet me at my locker.

"All of your teachers have been informed of your condition Katy." My head snapped back around to meet Mrs. Wodzinski's eyes. Great. We were going to talk about my condition. At least I wasn't getting a detention. She sat down in her chair behind the desk while I stood in front of her and then leaned forward, trying to make eye contact. I avoided her gaze and chose to look around the classroom. She sighed.

"Look I know this must be a really hard time for you and I want you to know that I'm here if you ever need to talk. We're committed to making sure you're as comfortable as possible in your school environment." The way she said 'we're' made her sound like she was one of my doctors back at the hospital. I didn't want her psychoanalyzing me.

"I'm fine" I bit out, still trying to avoid her gaze. I wasn't about to have a deep and meaningful conversation with my uptight English teacher. She sighed again.

"I know it seems like no one can understand what you're going through right now, but just come talk to me whenever you feel like it. It could help more than you think".

I stared at her incredulously, wondering how on earth this woman thought she could 'help' me. I didn't need help. She made it sound like I belonged in a mental facility. Maybe I did.

"Sure" I said snarkily before turning on my heel and marching out of the room. I was a little upset that Darcie didn't wait for me outside the classroom because I really had no idea how to get to my locker. I wasn't paying much attention when Jack had dropped me off, too preoccupied with Darcie's strange reaction.