Remembering Us

My Heart Hurts

   He didn't question us. He just opened the door and stared at us as Holden and I scrambled to our feet. Holden handed Mr. Evans the box on his way out and I bolted as soon as I got out the door.

   Maybe Holden was right, he did have a point. Him and I never talked before my accident, what's different? Do I think of him as a key to get my memories back? I didn't believe so. I was doing a decent job of remembering myself. I felt guilty that he thought of himself that way. I didn't expect him to admit anything to me but he was harsh. He doesn't have to like me, but all I wanted was a little respect, but I forgot who I was dealing with.

   The day comes and goes by until I find myself sitting helplessly in math staring blankly at the wipe board as Mr. Savage writes some equation that makes absolutely no sense to me. Liam was a no show today and I couldn't help but be jealous of him. I wish I was home rather then here. I don't understand math like I supposedly used to and I hated it with every ounce in my body. I don't know why my mind kept drifting to the thought of Holden but something just didn't sit right with me and I wasn't about to just let him decide that he never wants to speak to me again, he'll just have to deal with that. The fact was I did remember him, whether he was a jerk or not he's what I have. It's the same with Liam.

   The bell rings and Mr. Savage stops me at the door.
   "Blakely can I have a word with you?"

   I pause and nod my head. I knew where this was heading and I didn't like it but knew it would happen eventually.

   "I want you to have a tutor." He says clapping his hands together once and looking at me. "Not because I think your dumb, but because I want you to catch up since you." He says awkwardly. I honestly wouldn't mind a tutor. I already know I have to make a ton of stuff up considering this was my senior year. I hated it but it was something I just had to deal with. For me, it would just take a little bit more time then everyone else and if that's what it took I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get my life back on track.

   "Okay." I say back quietly and he obviously didn't think I'd agree with him that quick. "I think that would really help me." He smiles and starts erasing the notes on the board.

   "Do you care who it is?" He asks but doesn't let me answer, "Of course you don't. What am I saying you can't remember anyone anyways." I hope he sees the offended look I have on my face and he does and starts to back track. "But I mean, if you had to pick, is there anyone you are comfortable with?" I shrug and he just continues and I know who he will say before the name leaves his mouth.

   "I've already talk to Liam about it and he said he'd be willing. If that's alright with you?" He asks and I don't mind.

   "When do I start then?" I ask and Mr. Savage just turns around.

   "That would be a question for Liam." He responds and I take that as my cue to say ok and leave. 

   ***

   "Need a ride home?" Andrew asks next to me with marker on his face.

   "No I drove to school today." I say, "Why do you have marker on your face?" I smile as his eyes lighten up and he looks up at me seriously.

   "This school can become a war zone at times." He says putting his hands on my shoulders. "These are my battle scars. I'm lucky to be alive." He says over dramatically.

   "Seriously what happened?" I ask laughing lightly and he sighs in defeat.
   "I never said I was good at art." He says glaring at me. I crack up this time.

   "But how do you get it on your face?" I say while trying not to smile.

   "That's a secret that is only for me to know." He says a gives me one of his childish grins. "I'll be over tonight by the way." I look at him confused and he notices my confused expression and explains. "Friday was always our pizza and wings night. It's practically a tradition." He tells me like I'm stupid or something. "It's been a long time but I think we should start it up again. I'll pick you up around 5ish ok?" I barely respond before one of his friends comes running up behind him and slaps him from behind. Andrew cusses and takes of running after whoever hit him. I eventually walk out to my car and decide to stop by Liam's house on the way home. I didn't have his number so maybe I could get it from his mom or himself. I hate to bother him when he's sick but I'll just stop in then leave.