Amnesia. [calum hood au]

prologue.

catalina.

• 2012 •

It was my junior year in high school, and I've never had a boyfriend, unlike most of the girls at my school. No, I wasn't looking for pity, yet it seemed so unfair that I've never had a chance at love.

Sure, boys thought I was attractive, but it was just another hook-up they were looking for, and that wasn't my cup of tea.

As I walked to my locker, I noticed that the usually empty locker next to mine, was occupied by a dark-haired boy, whilst the principal put on her fake, lipstick stained smile, and talked to him about our "oh-so, fabulous school."

I quietly put in my combination, and looked up to see the brown eyed boy looking at me curiously. Ignoring the primcipal's words, he spoke up. "Hi, I'm Calum."

I smiled, and tried to reply before Mrs. Smith, the principal, said, "Ah, Catalina Young, just the girl I've wanted to see. I need you to show our new student here, around today. That shouldn't be hard, right? Since all of his classes seem to be around the same area as yours." She stated, as I looked back up, and got lost in Calum's dreamy face, but snapped back before he realized I was drooling.

"Um, yeah, why not?" I shrugged, and Calum grinned at me. "Great, it's settled then. Thank you, Catalina." She said, before brusquely walking away. I turned, grabbing my history book, and closing my locker.

"Could you help me? I have no clue what books are which." He said sheepishly. I chuckled, replying, "Sure, let me see your schedule." As I scanned the paper, I realized that he had Math with me, and also Lunch, but his class now was Literature.

I peeked inside his locker, admiring how neat it was already. Grabbing the Lit. and Math textbook, I handed him both the schedule, and books, and closed the locker for him. "You have Literature right now, and then Math with me afterwards. We also have journalism together as an elective, but not until last period. Come on, I'll show you your class."

As we walked, I noticed how beautiful he was, and how attracted I felt to him when I've only met him moments ago. "So, um, Catalina," Calum started, and I broke away from my daze.

"I'm guessing your a senior too?" He asked, curiously. "You can call me Cat," I said, smiling at him, and finishing. "But, no. I'm a junior, but I'm kinda good at Math." I said nervously, as my cheeks reddened.

He chuckled. "What?! Being good at math is being at the top of your class. You must be genius to be in a Senior AP class." He said in amazement. "I guess so." I mumbled. He rested his hand on my shoulder, making me look up at him. "In my opinion, I think smart girls are attractive." He whispered.

I blush profusely, and looked straight ahead, biting my lip to contain my giggles. I noticed I was in front of my history class, and Calum's Lit class was just down the hall. "Well, your class is there," I point to the class two doors down from mine, on the opposite side of the hall. "And I stop here. See you Math!" I say, and shuffle in the class, thinking about his words: smart girls....are attractive.

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I sit in Journalism, with my head leaned in my right palm, waiting for the bell to ring in a minute. I hear the chair next to me squeak, and smell the delicious scent of a cologne I just had the pleasure of smelling today, knowing it was Calum. "Hey." He breathed.

As I'm about to reply, the loud ring of the bell goes off, and the teacher comes in, interrupting our conversation. "Hello, I'm Mr. Matthews, and this is the start of your feelings being own by your peers. So get comfortable." He states, as the class groans.

"But," he starts, "Today, we will just share our prompt with our neighbor. So, to start off, your first prompt is: What are your fears? Begin." He tells us.

I turn to Calum, and give him a tiny smirk. "So what's your fear?" I ask curiously. He thinks for a moment, and states, "Amnesia." I look at him dumbfoundedly, and turn my head to the side. "Could you explain?" I ask, very curious to know why out of all things he fears this the most.

He shrugs. "Well, it's like you lose basically everything you know, and don't remember half of the memories that you made. It's like you're lost in your own mind with no way to know who you really are." 

"Wow." Is all I say. We sit there in silence for minute. "Also," he starts, " I wouldn't even remember this day." He says. "What is so special about today? You came to this hell hole." I bluntly say.

He just grins at me with his perfect white teeth, saying, "Yeah, but then I would have never met you." He says. And that was the day that I started to fall for Calum Hood, and also the day I realized, I was happy I wasn't so easily taken like the many girls I was so jealous about.

UPDATE: I am so sorry you have read this. Its utter bull. Well, i was going to try and fix it, but i don't know.