𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙙

5: 𝙁𝙤𝙜𝙜𝙮

"So you tellin' me you don't remember shit about last night?" Keion asked as the group of four exited the gym, heading across the parking lot.

"Like, look, ok I remember getting ready for the party and going, but...after that, my brain is kinda foggy. I have a feeling that I met somebody I just...don't remember," Khadijah muttered, almost sadly as she drank from her water bottle.

Her memory was foggy, she remembered going to a party last night, dancing on top of a steel box and feeling as light as a feather as she moved her body, then she remembered a boy, but whenever she tried to picture his face her brain just turned to mush.

It frustrated her.

"Yeah, now that I think about it, I don't remember anything about last night either," Tahza quipped.

"Yeah, cause yo' ass was drunk off them wine coolers," Khadijah fired as the group began to laugh and the blonde girl smacked her lips.

"Y'all hoes suck, but I'm forreal. I was dancing and sippin', and then I remember seeing KD walk over to someone, a guy I think, but I don't remember his face," she said.

"See what I'm saying? It's like everything was just foggy after that like something is trying to keep me from remembering," Khadijah said as the group reached Indyana's dark gray Jeep Grand Cherokee, piling into the vehicle.

"Y'all think it has something to do with The Oracle?" Keion asked once they settled in.

"Whatchu mean?"

"Y'all know The Oracle controls everything when it comes to soulmates, including when you meet them, how y'all meet them, all of the above. What if Khadijah did meet Rashaad that night, but The Oracle wiped her memory because they didn't meet according to plan?" He suggested as the group thought about it.

The Oracle controlled pretty much everything that had to do with the teenagers of Greenland Heights, from their course of schooling to their career paths, and who they create the next generation with. Everything was planned in meticulous detail, and it all happened at the correct timing, and if it didn't, well, no one wanted to think about what would happen.

It was kinda creepy in itself, but now, to think about the use of memory erasing when things didn't go according to The Oracle's timing?

That was downright horrifying.

It kind of made Khadijah sad, she had met her soulmate, someone she had longed for her whole life, all for her to not even remember. She even tried closing her eyes and straining her brain in the gym locker room to remember what Rashaad looked like, all to no avail.

"Don't look so sad, Dijah. You'll see him again," Indyana comforted, trying to make light of the situation as her friend scoffed.

"Yeah, just for me to not remember what he looks like 'cause my memory's getting wiped," Khadijah responded coldly.

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"You sure you ain't just smoke laced weed?"

"Brah, I'm tellin' you, I deadass don't remember shit," Rashaad spoke for about the fifth time in the past 20 minutes. The young man was irritated for two reasons: one, he'd said more words than he would like to all because of his dumbass friends' lack of comprehension, and two, he couldn't remember shit about the girl he met last night.

He remembered going to the party, the loud music, the weed smoke, people sweating and moving their bodies like no one was watching, but he didn't remember who he met last night. He knew it was a girl, but he just couldn't picture her face, no matter how hard he tried.