Blue is the Warmest Color✔

Chapter 14

"Trace!" Chuck shouted. I immediately shot up with a worried look. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I saw that freak leaving, was he harassing you again?" He demanded in a tone that sent chills down my spine.

"No, he just dropped by with his mom because my mom and his mom are good friends, that's all." I say frightened.

"Ok, well next time he talks to you, warn him. You're my property, not his and I'll kick his ass the next time I catch him with my baby girl." He shouted. My insides inflamed, I was NO ONES property.

I almost went off on him but he looked solemn, like he was worried about me. "Ok babe. He's annoying so I'll be fine with that." I say.

"Good, now, how long are you on bed rest?" He questions. "Only until tomorrow, why?"

"No reason." He gave a sly grin. I giggled, that grin always made me warm. "I really hope I get my memory back soon, I'm getting agitated not knowing about what's going on." I say.

"Yeah.. that'll be good when it comes back..." he said trying to agree but I could tell he was reluctant. "What's wrong?" I ask

"Uh, nothing. I'm just uh.. worried about you." He makes up. "Ok." I say, ending the issue... for now. What if he was lying to me about something?

"Hey Trace!" A familiar face walks in. "Uh, hi?" I question. "Oh, it's me, Iris, we played together alot as kids and now- uh what are you still doing here? Scoot." She said ushering Chuck out of the room. "Alright, I'm going, see ya tomorrow babe!" He reluctantly gives in. "See ya!" I call back.

"Ok, Trace you really need to try and remember the past month." She looks at me, her eyes piercing. "Umm, I'm trying too, it's not that easy." I say "I know it's not, but listen. I'll try to fill you in 100% from what you told me. So, on your birthday, Carter-" I cut her off "the blue haired kid?"

"Yeah, he's my brother," I nod understanding, "he wanted to help you at your locker but Chuck came up to him and told him off. Then the day after or something, you BROKE UP WITH CHUCK, and wore sweatpants to school-" I interrupt again. "Wait, I dumped Chuck and wore sweatpants? Then why are all the popular still treating me like we are all still friends and why is Chuck still acting like we're dating?" I ask confused.

"Ok, Trace, going to have to stop interrupting me I will explain everything." She says. "Ok, sorry, go on."

"Ok, so, you dump Chuck for being an asshole and then you spilled chocolate milk on Britney because she was being an asshole and then you went and sat next to Carter and he didn't really like you at first and then y'all started to talk and your mom told you that she had to go on a business trip and you'd be staying with us for a month or something and then we went to the lake house for a week and you and Carter shared a room or something and yeah you hit your head when you had a panic attack." She took a deep breath and stared at me blankly.

"Wow." I manage to say. "I dumped chocolate milk on Britt and she's still talking to me?" I ask. " well, she wasn't and then whenever everyone heard that you were in a coma and didn't remember any of that they all started to take advantage of you and pretend that never happened because you don't remember it and because you really don't remember Chuck being an asshole to my brothers and you don't have any grudges against them and you don't remember wearing your sweatpants and stuff." She says.

"So Carter and I are really dating? Not Chuck and I?" I ask. She nods her head. I still didnt remember any of it and I only knew iris from childhood, I hadn't seen her in years so could I really trust her?

I decided to just play along to make her leave. "Ok, I'll try to remember all of this. Do you have any pictures of the past month?" I ask. She nods and pulls out a yellow envelope. "Where the fuck did that come from?" I ask amazed. "My pocket?" She says. "Oh, hahaha." I laugh. Then she stood up and left. "Uh, bye I guess?" I question. "Bye." She says back.

I open the envelope and pour the contents out. It's polaroids of me and that Carter kid. Loads of them. And some scenic pictures. I could see his blue hair in every picture.

I look at each one carefully making sure it's me. One of them in specific warms my heart and I start to cry. It's me and him. My legs are wrapped around him and I'm resting my head on his shoulder, his chin on Top of my head. His eyes were closed peacefully and a slight smile was on his lips.

I sorted out each picture and laid them out in rows in front of me. Then I picked out the ones I felt like I remembered or had a slight memory to. Like a dream that was there and then gone in a second.

An: I shed a single tear writing the part with the polaroids. Here's a question, who took the Polaroids?