I Don't Know Who You Are but I Love You

Who the fuck are you???

Even before Jason got electrocuted his morning was... well... weird as fuck.

His eyes opened, slowly waking from his sleep. The first thing he noticed was that there was a hand in his own. The next was that he was in some sort of vehicle.

He listened to the noises in the area. Childish voices hollered and laughed, and things were obviously being thrown around due to the thumps. There was also the matter of the uncomfortable leather-like seats that sat in rows.

No doubt about it, Jason was on a bus full of random kids.

He looked over to the person—the boy he was holding hands with. He was small, had curly hair, and looked like an elf. If that elf was Latino and was hyped on a pound of sugar. He was maybe fifteen or sixteen, hopefully the same age as Jason—wait did Jason not know his own age? The boy was bouncing his leg and looking out the window, eyes darting everywhere like he was trying to see everything all at once.

In the seat across from Jason and the boy was a girl. She has messy hair that was braided in two with a feather sticking out of one of her braids. Her faded jeans and snow boarding jacket gave her a very tough look, and paired with her killer hiking boots, Jason was almost scared to even glance at her.

When the girl noticed Jason staring, she sat up from her slouched position in the seat and turned to look at him.

"Nice nap?" She said with her eyebrows raised.

"I... I guess." Jason mumbled

The boy next to Jason lit up when he heard him, moving his head to give him a quick smile before turning back to the window.

"Who... who are you?" Jason asked the girl. She snickered and rolled her eyes.

"Seriously, Jason, how bad does your memory get?" She obviously meant it as a joke but Jason just looked confused, like a lost dog.

"You can't fool me, Jase." She grinned at him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Are you being serious? Like you actually can't remember me?"

He nodded and her face dropped. "Jason, dude, did you hit your head?"

He heard her whisper again under her breath. Jason tried to remember where or who he was before waking up, but he couldn't. He couldn't remember anything but his name. Not even his full name either, just Jason.

"Leo," she waded up a piece up paper into a ball and threw it at the boy, Leo, to get his attention. "Your man has amnesia or... something."

He leaned over to look at her. "Huh?"

"Jason doesn't know who I am, I don't know, dude!" She threw up her hands and slouched against the seat.

Leo squinted at him. Jason felt his face burn—why was his face burning?

"What do you mean by can't remember you, Pipes?"

Pipes?

"He doesn't know my name, dipshit, ask him if he knows you. He'll probably remember the guy he's been kissing on rooftops for the past week."

Leo blushed. He gave Jason his attention again, staring at him with something... Jason couldn't tell what it was, but it was something. "Jason, do you know who I am?"

Jason shook his head.

Leo's eyebrows knitted in concern. "Do you know my name?"

"Leo, right? that's what she was calling you." He pointed to the girl. "Pipes?"

"Piper." She corrected him. "Leo loves his stupid nicknames."

"Piper, where am I? Why am I here?"

Piper sighed. "Welcome to the Wilderness school. Full of delinquents and troubled kids." Piper scowled. "Even if some of us didn't even do anything wrong." She grumbled.