11. Sweetheart

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"It's like I can feel time moving

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"It's like I can feel time moving. How can a person know everything at 18?" - Taylor Swift


I walk down the stairs of my home. Despite being tired as fuck, I take caution with every step I take. There's noise buzzing in the kitchen and I hope it's what I think it is. I walk slowly when I'm about to turn the corner, wanting to be as discreet as possible.

Once I turn away from the sharp wall I see my brother on his phone at the counter while sitting in the barstool next to it. My parents are making breakfast and have a plastered smile on their faces. Stretching from check to check. My mom takes the pancake off the pan before placing it right onto Adam's plate.

I don't dare to enter the kitchen. There's a part of me that might think they'll be talking about me.

"Did you invite your friends?" My Dad speaks as he's rummaging through the fridge for the syrup. He finds it and Adam looks up from his phone.

"Yep. I can't wait for my birthday." Adam says excitedly.

Adam's birthday was a month away. Of course they had made plans for him. I scoff. I grab my keys and head to school.

After making it on the basketball team. I start Monday, giving me this Friday to take a break. How could I be so stupid? After 14- now 15 years of not remembering did I think they were going to change? That things would be different?

Maybe in an alternate dimension.

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My hood is up as I walk towards my friends. They're too busy conversing to notice. That is until Juli's eyes land on me. Her smile grows wide as she comes over to me to give me a big hug.

"CONGRATULATIONS!!"

I'm surprised that she remembers. It's not like I had ever told her. I almost immediately wrap my hands around her.

"You remembered?" I smile.

"OF COURSE!" she takes a breath. "How can I not remember that you made the team?" My smile deflates.

Oh.

That's what she was talking about. Of course. Stupid me.

"You okay?" She questions.

"I'm good, thank you." I smile.

She fully pulls away from the hug and gasps.

"YOUR FACE." She points to it, moving backwards to take a good look at it.

I pull my hood down. "Is it that bad?" My teeth shape into an awkward smile.

"OH MY GOD." She turns to Greyson. Who's back is turned to me while talking to Sophie. The culprit. "GREYSON. DID YOU SERIOUSLY HURT HER AGAIN?"

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