Accidentally Tasha

Chapter 11

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Nothing in this world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity (MLK JR)

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All my earlier tiredness is forgotten as I lay in the warm evening sun. I'm in a black new bikini that belongs to Nyanda, although it still had its Chanel price tag on when she gave it to me. She claims that her mother is always buying her new stuff that she doesn't exactly like to make up for Lars and her raising themselves. True enough, her closet is filled with items from Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and all other designer brands you could think of. Her mother has exceptionally elegant taste; it just doesn't match Nyanda's bohemian tastes.

"Do you have some sunscreen?" I ask. My fair skin is beginning to burn from the heat.

"Yeah, there should be some somewhere in mom and dad's room." she answers lazily.

She doesn't make a move to leave.

"Don't you need sunscreen?" I ask fascinated at how comfortable she is.

"I'm black, honey." She points at her smooth skin "all the sun screen I'd ever need is right here."

"You know everyone is susceptible to skin cancer, right?" I say.

"True. But I'm less susceptible, as you might have noticed. And anyway, right now I'm young and healthy. You're supposed to be stupid while you're young," she throws me a lopsided smile.

"That has to be the worst argument I've heard from anyone," I say. "But still, please get me sunscreen or I'll burn to death."

She groans in exasperation and makes for her parents' bedroom, mumbling about how she doesn't want me to die before she can see which fool I'll get married to.

I lay there in the quiet and enjoy the warm sunshine, the occasional breeze and the serenity of this moment. Suddenly, I feel someone staring at me. I look over and see Ashton watching me with a mixture of emotions. He walks over to me never taking his eyes off mine. I feel the heat creeping slowly to my cheeks as self consciousness fills my brain. He stops a few steps away from mine and sits where Nyanda had been lying. He doesn't say anything, and his face is a mask of emotions. I look into his eyes and see the torment in them. It is as if he is remembering something he'd rather not.

"I saw the way you looked at him," he says.

It takes a few seconds before I understand who he's talking about.

"So what?" I ask. "You told me to keep away from you, which I am, Mr. Lancet."

I curse myself for the way those words came out. They almost sounded like those of a jealous lover's. He keeps mum for a few moments before saying,

"I guess I deserve that."

He studies me for a while, saying nothing, but having no idea on the profound effect he has on me.

"You really don't remember do you?" he asks.

He seems to be the only one that's having a hard time believing I do have amnesia. I look at him blankly in response.

"You're so lucky, Tasha."

"How?" I ask, my voice cracking.

"When you look at me you only see a stranger." He pauses for a few seconds "When I look at you I remember you with your hair down, laughing to the sound of my voice... I remember you quiver at my touch, surrender to my kisses... I remember you crying when we broke up... I remember you being mad at your brother for not approving of us..."