Remind Me

∞ 1: Remind Me How You Were With Words ∞

Chapter One

Remind Me How You Were With Words

November 1

I can't remember the last time my boyfriend and I went on an actual date without fighting every few seconds over the silliest things. Standing a little ways from the movie theater, we're arguing over what movie to watch.

"I'm not watching another fucking rom-com," Watson spits. He crosses his arms and lays them over his chest, glaring at me. His black hair is sleeked back, and he's wearing a white T-shirt and leather jacket, paired with ripped black jeans. He's almost always dressed in black.

"And I'm not watching another horror movie," I snap. "It's my turn to choose!" I shudder when a gust of cold air blows my way. Being the idiot I am, I had forgotten my jacket inside Watson's car. I'm wearing a matching skirt and crop top—both are made from nude-colored cloth and overlaid with teal lace in the shape of flowers. To top off the outfit, I'm wearing nude heels, too. The things I do to look good.

I rub my arms in an attempt to warm myself. I expect Watson to give me his jacket, but he doesn't because he's an asshole. I don't even know why I'm still with him. I've always felt like our relationship was doomed from the start. I know Watson feels the same, but we don't call it off because no matter how many times we fight, we still love each other. We've been together for almost three years, known each other for almost four.

"Fine. Here," Watson snarls. He takes my hand and hands me enough money for one movie ticket. At least he had the decency to pay.

Something sparks within my chest.

"If you think I'm going to ever go out on another date with you, Watson, then you're fucking pathetic," I say, coldly. I throw the cash at him and storm away, blinking back tears. I wish one of my brothers were here to pick me up. I wish they weren't at college far away from home. My oldest brother, Esmond, is six years older than me, and is in med school at the University of California Los Angeles. He wants to be a pediatrician someday. He's a few months shy from obtaining his Ph.D.

My other brother, Brayden, is two years older than me, and studies computer science at the University of Washington. He's two years away from getting a Bachelor's in it, and he's thinking about grad school. There's a Five-Year Master's program at the UW, and he wants to apply to it. He told me that if he got accepted, it means that he'll get his Bachelor's degree, come back to school for another year, then graduate with his Master's. I have two overachieving brothers, and I feel like an idiot around them, because I'm far from being an overachiever; I'm an underachiever.

"Susanna...babe...wait..." I hear Watson call, suddenly having a change of heart.

I ignore him and keep walking, my hands wrapped around tightly over the strap of my purse. I'm shivering uncontrollably now. It's got to be less than forty degrees out right now. Why the fuck did I wear such a revealing outfit?

Suddenly, I feel something being draped over my shoulders, and then an arm going around me. "I'm sorry," Watson apologizes. His breath reeks of cigarettes. When we first started dating, I told him he couldn't smoke around me. After being together for more than a year, he stopped doing that. He knows I won't break up with him over that. He knows how attached to him I am.

"You're only saying that so you can get me in bed," I growl.

"No, I'm serious. Let's go watch that rom-com you've been talking about." His bright green eyes stare deeply into mine, and I feel naked just by looking at them. His eyes are something I'll never get used to. He's also really tall, like a head taller than me, so I always have to tilt my head up to get a good look at him. Luckily, I'm wearing three-inch heels today, so I don't have to tilt up much.