Remember Me

5

"How was school?" Mel asked as I walked through the door.

"Great," I answered truthfully. I laughed just thinking about Laila's horrified face when Reece mentioned a plastic surgeon.

After that, she whispered to him that he was supposed to keep that a secret, and I just about lost it.

It made me curious as to what their relationship was before I got here. I wouldn't pry, though.

I went upstairs and took a shower, sighing as I stepped out in a towel, my muscles relaxed and into the extremely humid bathroom. It was a bad habit of mine to take extremely long showers and fog up the whole entire bathroom, walking out and getting extremely hot.

I quickly exited the bathroom and went into my room, opening the window to let the cold air flow in. Although it was freezing, it felt nice.

I sat on my bed, still wrapped in a towel, and checked my phone.

I got texts from a group chat with Hess, Stacey, and Dylan. They were making plans for tomorrow, asking who's house we should hang out at and if we should invite the boys (Stacey and Hess: no, Dylan: yes). I smiled at my phone and told them that I guessed majority ruled, and no other boys allowed. Face masks and movie night was for us only.

And then, the weirdest thing happened. I swear I heard someone say "Ivy."

My eyebrows furrowed and I looked around in confusion.

God?

Then, through the window directly across from mine, I saw someone.

How didn't I hear their window open? How long had he been standing there?

And holy shit, how did he get a body like that?

"Reece," I squeaked.

Oh my god, this isn't happening right now. I'm practically naked.

He was in the same attire as me; nothing but a towel wrapped around him. My eyes trailed over his body, barely realizing my mouth was slowly opening.

"Can you not have sex with me with your mind?"

My eyes jerked up to meet his. I quickly recovered, furrowing my eyebrows and putting on a disgusted expression. "What? I definitely wasn't. Gross."

Maybe the gross was a bit far fetched.

The smirk on his face told me he knew it, too.

"Are you done checking me out?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He ignored my question.

"You could've asked for a ride to school, you know," he said instead.

I narrow my eyes. "I didn't know you were my neighbor," I said, in a 'duh' tone.

"Really? I've known for a while."

'A while.' So every time he was silent in history, he knew?

"How?"

"I see you walk every day."

My eyebrow twitched. "So you saw me sprint to the school like a dog this morning and didn't say anything?"