1. Forgotten Memories ✔

I can't remember anything... Scratch that. All three of us can't remember anything! Chapter 15

I can't remember... Scratch that. All three of us can't remember anything!

Jayden's POV

*Story Mode*

I got to school late... again. Shocker, right?

I entered the school building and made it to home room, where I saw Sage and Cory smirking at me. I glared at them.

I turned my attention towards the teacher and beside him was a pretty girl she was looking at me... of course. Everyone does. I don't know why but they do. She had long brown hair and blue eyes. Not very tall and not very short either.

"Mr. Densen, I see that you are late," He paused for affect. "Again."

I nodded, uninterested. "Yeah and?"

"Well, I can either give you a detention or..."

"Or..." I said impatiently.

"Or you can be the nice gentleman that you are and show our new student here around ." I heard fake coughing come from the back of the room, where Sage and Cory were seated.

I look towards them and flicked them off out in the open. I didn't care if the teacher saw me.

"Mr. Densen, that was not necessary. Now apologize." Mr. Johnson demanded.

"For what?" I asked boredly.

He sighed. "Jayden, this is Cindy Ella Dobbs, Cindy this is Jayden." He gestured towards Me then to her. "Jayden, you will be showing Miss. Cindy around for the day." Then he turned towards Cindy. "If Jayden gives you any trouble tell me and he will be punished."

"Punished," Cindy asked. And might I say that her voice was very soothing. "As in what?"

"How does a personal slave for the rest of the year, sound like to you?" Mr. Johnson said as if it were nothing.

"What? No you can't. I'm a man. I make my own choices." I interjected.

"Yeah, Yeah when I see a man I'll let you know." Cindy said. And everyone Ooed, and Sage and Cory was the loudest of course.

Mr. Johnson chuckled. "Well, it is a pleasure having you in my class, Cindy. I hope you enjoy your time here at Blackwell High. And I also do hope that you enjoy your new slave."

Slave? I am no ones slave. Never was, never will be.

"Open my locker, please." Cindy asked sweetly.

"No." I simply answered.

"But I said please." She whined.

"And I said no." I leaned against the near by locker.

"You're the worst slave ever."

I scoffed. "I'm not your slave."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Uh Huh."

I walked closer to her our faces inches apart. Our lips brush lightly against each other.

"I'm no one's slave." I said against her lips and with that I made my way to next period.

Nash's POV

I lie awake next to Jaylah's frail body. Doctor says she's sick. Not mentally hopefully, but he said that she has a really bad cold and fever which caused her powers to go haywire.

"I'm sorry." Jaylah whispered again. She was so weak that she could barely speak.

I took her face in my hands. "How many times are you going to apologize for something I've already forgiven you for?"