Amnesia: [ ON HOLD]

8. Asshole

" Enjoying the cool air?" A voice that I can't put my finger on, sounds from behind me causing me to almost lose balance and stagger.

I spin around. Instantly gasping as I look into his sparkling blue eyes. His height towering over mine.

" YOU! " I point an accusing finger at him at the same time he says

" Hey it's you!" I frown at him. That shameless. asshole just smirks at me, leaning his arm over the railing.

"Asshole.." I mutter under my breath, turning away from him.He seems to have heard me because he says

"Nice to meet you too."

I fake smile at him before pushing myself off the railing and walking away from him. Desperate to fill up my glass of alcohol and also escape his mocking stare.

He grips my upper arm and pulls me back with so much force that I almost bump into him. I put my hand on his chest to steady myself.

" Let me go." I say to him, gritting my teeth.

" What will you do if I don't?" He challenges me, gripping my arm tighter, causing me to wince".

" You're hurting me! " I yelp trying to tug my arm free from his grasp.

His grip loosens but he pushes me against the railing. I flinch as the cool metal comes in contact with my exposed skin on my arm, leaving goosebumps at its wake.

" What would you do if I don't?" he repeats his earlier question, smirking at me.

" I'll have to ask them to throw you out." I say with a slight shrug.

He laughs at me. Like really laughs at me before his mouth comes really close to my ear, making me shudder.

" They won't throw me out, babe. Apparently, our parents are friends.They work together Austen."  He whispers as he throws me a wink.

" Wha.....h..how.... how do you know my name? "  My shock-filled eyes are wide open now staring at him.

" I told ya, our parents are really really close. We have met before too. Don't you remember?" he asks me, grinning boyishly.

" Uh ...uh..I don't remember...." I say, absent-mindedly touching the almost invisible scar above the left side of my temple.

" Obviously you don't. I know about your accident. I used to be your best friend, why wouldn't I know about this Auss?" he shakes his head playfully.

My bestfriend? Him? I'm so confused. He lets go of me and says the words that shock me - " I am Quainton, Quainton Dario."

Holy shit. So I have to tutor this guy? Can I back out now? I'm already terrified of him even though he just claimed to be my best friend before I lost my memory.

" Wait, so I'm tutoring you?" I ask him with crossed fingers, hoping he would say no.

" Apparently"  he lifts one of his shoulders.

"I totally didn't sign up for this" . I sigh, my head tilting back.

" Aww you don't wanna teach me?" he pouts.

" Unfortunately I have to."

" Hey, don't be scared, I won't hurt you." he whispers. I look up at him, he is serious.

" Okay, I'll try" I smile at him.

We walk towards our parents. They smile at us with what I recognise as pride? What are they proud of?

" Well, well, well, looks like you found Austen" says Mrs Dario. How didn't I know that Quainton was her son?. I mean, they hung out with my parents every other week at our house. Guess I'm too dumb to notice.