"You played with my heart. I can never forgive you for that."
"We only have this moment, and it can all be gone in an instant."
Meet Rachel, bad-ass hot young 18 year old. Just by looking at her, you wouldn't think she faced a huge problem. But it a...
We sat down and he lifted his head up... You will never believe who it was! It was Dylan, my Dylan! "Dylan!" I said excitedly. He looked at me, "Yup. That's obviously me." I was a bit confused. "Don't you remember? I'm Rachel. Rachel Bagel?" I asked, worried. "I know your Rachel Anderson. I don't know who this bagel person is though." My heart sank, he always used to call me that as a nickname. I decided, I'd ask James on the phone when I got home.
"So...uh, which subject do you want to start on?" I asked him, trying not to act sad. "You." He responded, while smirking. I furrowed my eyebrows, "Listen. I'm not going to end up like all your other tutors, who turned into your bed buddies. Now stop this nonsense and choose a right subject." I said, using the information Mrs P, or maybe Mrs Parker, gave me.
He sighed, "Jeez, your a chatty one." Dylan said. I started to form a smile. That phrase was what he said to me when we first actually met. I responded with, "Well your a boy who needs to learn to speak nicely." That's what I told him on the day we met. I waited for a chuckle, hoping he'd do that. Instead, Dylan just looked at me and shook his head.
"Lets start with Maths. I hate maths." He said, already looking annoyed. I pulled out a maths folder. "Maths it is then." I replied, sighing.
We went over all the subjects. I checked my watch, "Its 10 o clock. I guess we're done, for today." He smiled, "Okay. Tomorrow?" Dylan said. "Tomorrow." I responded back.
I packed my stuff and headed out, "Rachel?" Dylan said, calling me. "Yeah?" I asked him.
"I have a party tomorrow night. Wanna come?" He asked me. I nearly said yes but I needed to know the details. "What type of party?" I asked, curiously. "My mom's birthday party." Dylan told me. I nodded and headed home.
As soon as I got home, I called James. He picked up in a sleepy voice, "What?" He enquired.
"How long have you known?" I asked. "Known what?" He asked back. "About Danny...oh I mean Dylan." James got turned on by that. "Listen, I didn't tell you because I knew you wanted to start afresh and I didn't want to ruin that." I smiled, "I understand, but I got a job tutoring him and he doesn't remember me. Care to explain why?" I asked.
"He had a very bad depression attack when he first got here. He was in a coma for 2 months. His memories from his past were all gone. He had to remember them all himself."
I was shocked, "Thanks for that." I hung up and lay on my bed. I got a notification:
@dylspark followed you.
I followed back.
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