The One I Love...

4

Bethany's P.O.V

School has been awful.

Maxwell keeps calling me tulip. People are assuming that I'm a sl*t for getting too close with Maxwell.

I just wanna yell. Yell at those you are making those assumptions and yell at Maxwell for causing this.

It's so hard walking through the hallways, because there's that one person who keeps following you and making everyone else gossip even more.

The school bully, Zach, said, "Just so you know, even if no one accepts you, you can always be mine. Then I can torture you anyway I want and you won't be ashamed."

He walked away laughing along with his friends. I wanted to punch this guy so hard where it hurts the most.

It was already after school, so I stormed off to the field. The second place where I can be alone. Normally I'd be alone, but since someone's following me, it's hard trying to get away from him.

I sat there. Wondering what's going to happen next. Someone then touched my shoulder. I jumped a little and turned around. It was Maxwell.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Wait...your eyes are a bit red...are you crying? What's wrong? Did someone did this to you?!"

I didn't even realize I was crying.

"Nothing. Now leave me alone."

"Someone made you cry, and I want to who."

"Just drop the subject, already."

"Fine, we'll talk later about this." He takes a deep breath and continues. "Bea, what's it gonna take for you to remember me?"

That's when I snapped.

"What are you talking about?!"

"The past. Our past!"

"What past?! We never had a past!"

"Yes we did! Bea, try to-"

"NO! Don't ever call me that! There's only one person in the whole universe that can call me that, and I don't believe that you're him! Why? Because everyone saying how I'm a sl*t for getting too close to you! Zach even said that he'll torture me so that I won't be ashamed! Don't you have any idea how this is your fault?!"

"Bea, I'm-"

"I don't want to hear it!"

"Please-"

"I hate you, Maxwell! You're the problem, and I can't take anymore problems!"

I got up and stormed out. Tears fell and when I got home, I went straight to my room and cried.

~
I stayed in bed the next day. I knew Maxwell was at school, and I didn't even want to look at him. He makes me feel all confused.

Why? I don't know and I don't like it.

Turns out, my mom came home this morning. But she thinks I'm at school.

I hate you, Maxwell! You're the problem and I can't take anymore problems!

That line kept repeating in my head. Thinking about it now, I wish I hadn't said that. But it was too late. Then I thought about dream/memory. The couldn't be Maxwell... right?

Suddenly, the door bursted open. My mother was standing there, with an empty basket in her hand. When she saw me, she dropped it and hugged me. I immediately cried.

"Shh... it's going to be alright. Bethany, tell me what's wrong."

"Maxwell... he... he... made everyone think... that I'm... I'm a sl*t...! Zach said... that even if no one... accepts me... he'll torture me... so that... I... I... won't be... ashamed...!" I cried harder.
"Then... Maxwell... asked me something... that I don't understand..."
"Which was...?"

"He... He... wanted to... know what he could do... so that... I... I could remember him... mom... can I ask you... something?

"Anything."

I tried not to cry anymore so I can just ask her.

"Tell about the past."

"Sweetie-"

"I know you know something, and I want to know what it is."

She sighed. "I knew Maxwell's mother. We were great friends. One day, I got a call from the hospital. So I came rushing. The doctor said that you had amnesia. Apparently, we still don't know if it's temporary. You said you forgot someone. A boy."

"Was the boy Maxwell?"

"No, it wasn't."

For some reason, it felt like my heart was being ripped out. I felt like vomiting. I didn't know why...

"Then... who?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry, honey."

She pulled away, told me to get rest and that tomorrow I'll go to school.

But how can I if I feel like death introduced me to his realm?

~
When I got to school, I walked to the library. Everyone was still talking about me. I walked past Maxwell.

He didn't say anything.

I don't know why, but I felt like crying again.

"Bea...!" I turned around. Someone was running towards me. It wasn't Maxwell, it was someone else. They immediately hugged me. "Oh Bea... you won't believe how much I missed you...! I looked for you everywhere, and I finally found you!"

He hugged me tightly. This was awkward. I looked at Maxwell. He was still standing there. Shock was written all over his face, and so was mine. But his expression soon turned to anger and he walked away. I pried him off me.

"Who are you?"

"Bea, it's me! Johnny! Your childhood friend! I haven't seen you in 12 years and I finally found you! I'm sorry for what my dad did, but I'll make it up for you!"

He leaned closer. I slapped him. The sound echoed in the halls.

"Next time, I'll report you to the principal for sexual harassment." I turned around. "If you want me to believe you, then bring me proof that you're the boy."