Complicated Things

Six| A Double Life.

I walk through the hallway, trying to keep my nervousness at bay. Blue lockers lined up against each side of the hallway, the marble tiled floor spotless. Students stare at me as I walk past, others give a nod or wave in greeting.

Occasionally, I respond back with a wave. But rather, my focus is finding my locker without drawing any attention.

"Taylor." A pretty girl appears in my line of vision. Her brown hair is held in a ponytail, with a few tendrils framing her face. The freckles scattered across her nose makes her even more prettier.

Her face reminds me of someone.

"Hey."

"How have you been? " Her accent is thick, laced with a bit of American.

Suddenly, it clicks. She's one of the influencers that Cearra loves watching. She's normally doing travel vlogs and trying new stuff. Cearra is obsessed with her, mainly because her content is good and maybe cause Cearra was obsessed with French.

What's her name again?

"Coco!" I blurt out, making her burst into laughter.

"What's wrong with you, Taylor? You sound like a fan" She says, between spurts of laughter.

I give a small smile, trying to tame my fan girl inside.

"You are so funny sometimes, Tay. Besides, I asked you a question. How are you doing? " She rests a hand, my eyes landing on the diamond bracelet on her wrist. She squeezes it lightly, my eyes meeting hers for a bit.

I want to yell, scream that I'm not okay. That I'm slowly losing my mind. Despite my raging thoughts, I give her a small smile.

"I'm fine Coco"

Another laugh from her, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

"Did you start watching my videos? Please, just call Collette. Col-le-tte." She stresses her name out, her hands still at her sides.

" I gotta run tho. See you later." She resumes her posture, trying to stifle her giggles.

Later.

I resume my attention to the paper folded in my hand as she walks away.

Time to find my locker.

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I open my locker, grateful to Daphne. I take a step, observing Taylor's belongings. The locker is contrasting to mine, books neatly lined and in place.

There's a small picture frame of Taylor and her sisters. Younger versions of them huddled up in a playground, their wide grins directed at the camera. Even, Amber looked so happy and carefree.

What went wrong?

"I cleaned your locker." I jump, placing a hand over my poor heart.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." She fixes the crooked glasses on her face, trying to balance the books o her arm.

" It's alright. I should've paid more attention."

"Do you remember me? " She almost whispers, her voice tentative. I study how her black hair is in pigtails, the huge frame taking half of her small face.

I ponder on whether I should say I do or be honest. The way her black eyes stare back at me, warmly inviting me in.

I shake my head.

She gasps subtly, the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her lips manage to form a small smile, despite its quivering.

"I'm Luna, your personal assistant. Your dad told me about your memory loss. So I wasn't sure of what you will like."

She reaches for her backpack, still balancing the books on her other arm.

" Here's your sparkling water, sunglasses, pair of earbuds, fountain pen and I even got your spare skirt." She stops, looking into space for a minute. She pinches the skin between her eyebrows. " Oh, crap. I forgot your coffee, I'll get it now. I'm so stupid.Of course you'd want coffee after everything. I'm so dumb."

I stretch my arm, stopping her from moving. I'm still surprised to see how she manages to hold all these stuff in spite of her petite frame.

"It's alright, Luna. I wouldn't use all these stuff anyway." I rest my hand on her shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze.

" I've packed your books for the next class. It starts in ten minutes. If you need anything else, do tell me "

I sigh.

What did Taylor ever do for such loyalty?

"You know what Luna, how about a little history to help with my memory."

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The walk to my AP literature class doesn't seem so daunting anymore. Luna carefully explains my group of friends, the ones I should expect and those I should be wary of.

"What about the... Windsors?" I ask, spotting the class a few steps away.

"Well.. your great grand father migrated from England. He was trying to ran away from his family who wanted to get him married to a distant cousin of his. They wanted to keep the wealth and royal blood in the family. Fast forward, he made a fortune after coming here."

" So the Wind...I mean we are sort of British royalty? " I ask, my ears buzzing with so much information.

" Yeah something about ancestral roots.I don't know those details though. You would have to ask Mr. Windsor or remember them."

I nod in apprehension, taking my books from her. I try to peep into the class, the present students chatting idly.

"I forgot one thing, Taylor." Luna speaks behind me, yet I don't turn. My eyes seem to be transfixed on the figure retreating towards us.

His eyes are glued to his phone, his black hair almost covering his eyes. He walks leisurely, his hand in one pocket. The uniform looking like a designer outfit on his body.

"Ethan Blackwood." She whispers against my ear, I didn't realize when she got close.

"That's your boyfriend." I turn to her incredulous, short of words.

"Hey."

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Shortest chapter.

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