Remember Me

22

What the fuck? That's such a basic insult.

I look around at the crowd and my face contorts. "Are you looking at something?" I yell. Everyone immediately begins dispersing, and I look back at it.

Whore? Seriously?

My eyes wander around and look for Reece.

When I don't see him anywhere, my heart drops. Oh, shit.

I run around the halls in search for him, and after rounding a few corners, I hear a bunch of people yelling down the hall. I sprint down the hallway and run towards the commotion, rounding the corner and finally finding it.

Everyone's yelling and I can barely see anything behind the crowd, so I push my way through, screaming cuss words so that people would let me through, and come to the opening.

I see Reece taking on four guys at once.

"Hey!" I scream, but my voice is only a little louder than the rest of the voices.

"Ivy!" I turn around and see Stacey come up remind me, her eyes widening at the scene before her. "What the hell's going on?"

I shake my head, and I can't even stop myself from moving when I march towards the fight.

Two guys are on the ground, and Reece is practically beating the pulp out of the two standing up.

He's going to get fucking sued one day, that idiot.

I grab onto Reece's shoulder while he's in the middle of punching a guy and I tug at his sweatshirt. "Reece! Stop!"

He obviously doesn't hear me, because it doesn't fucking stop, and I realize how ridiculous I probably look right now. Whatever.

"Hello?! I said fucking—"

He draws his arm back, and his elbow goes right into my face.

Gasps.

I fall to the ground and I feel like a cartoon character when stars fly in circles around their heads. I hold my nose, which is now extremely bloody, and try to look straight while my vision is curving everywhere.

"Ivy! Jesus Christ, Reece!" Stacey says, coming in front of me and holding my shoulders in concern.

When my vision becomes clear again, I look up to see Reece staring down at me with wide and guilty eyes.

Stacey helps me up and we run out of there, wandering through the halls while I clutch my nose. "Fuck, he's strong!" I curse, looking at the blood that now covers my hand from my nose.

She takes me into the bathroom and sits me down on a toilet seat, leaving the stall door open as she grabs paper towel and gets it wet in the sink. She comes over to me and holds it up to my nose, and I tiredly take it from her, holding it up on my face.

She kneels down and looks at me like she wants to say something.

"I know that you like Reece."

My eyes widen and my hand almost drops from my face. "What?" I ask dumbly.

"I can see it," she smiles. "And I can also see that Hess is mentally torturing you."

I look down. "Hess was the first person that talked to me here. I thought that we'd be close, you know? She was supposed to be my friend."

Stacey looks at me sadly. "She was. But she's not. And it's not right."

I purse my lips and bite the inside of my cheek. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I can't be the Yoko Ono of our group."