Remember Me

I just occasionally like to imitate a jack in the box

(Not proofread.)

Ahh the beautiful delights of coffee after a hard day of memory loss class. Having to relearn four years of your life was bloody hard.

If that wasn't bad enough, Alissa and Rowanne, my life tutors, had decided they needed to get me 'with the times' so I was educated on songs, films, celebrities, fashions, technology, books, you name it, I learned it.

The worst thing is how sad they seemed when they recounted tales of the three of us getting caught trespassing, or going to parties, or taking down bitches at school, and I didn't remember. To them it was like our whole friendship was pointless.

I hated being the headbanger. The unfortunate sod who had lost her memory. People gave me sympathetic looks and patted my shoulder as I walked past them. I know it was meant to be comforting but it just made it worse. I was meant to know who was comforting me, but I didn't.

Teenagers waved at me and looked hurt when I just frowned at them, others tried to talk to me, a lot glared at me angrily and I had no account as to why. I probably hated them at some point.

That's what I hate most of all. Having to guess at my own feelings. I knew I loved chase, Isaac, Alissa and Rowanne, but everyone else I was guessing at. Chase confused me in himself. He had disappeared completely and I didn't know how to feel about that either.

In other words, my life sucked real bad.

My thoughts drifted from sad thought to sad thought and I didn't notice someone sitting directly opposite me until they spoke.

"Hey." I jumped off my chair in shock.

It was hunter Lawson.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped and sat down carefully, staring at him warily as though he might turn into a werewolf or something. Mind you, certainly a possibility.

"Did I scare you?" He asked.

"No I just occasionally like to imitate a jack in the box. It's incredibly fun." I replied seriously. He just chuckled.

"As to what I'm doing here, I'm drinking coffee. You?" I scowled.

"Tea. Much better drink if you ask me, although they never make it right in America."

A/N: I apologize to Americans, but it's very true.

"How's the memory holding up?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Can't remember anything. But I've been having intensive lessons from my friends." I replied. He smirked.

"Yeah, as for knowing you and Isaac are cousins, I wasn't trying to sound creepy, you told me when you were drunk. I didn't think Isaac would appreciate that." He explained. I smiled.

"Thanks. Zac would probably get mad and tell me never to drink again. Not that I'd listen of course." Hunter stayed silent.

"What did you think of me, you know before the whole headbanger thing." I asked. He shrugged.

"I didn't really know you. You never spoke to me. You were so cool, life and soul of everyone, a real party animal, bad girl supreme; both you and Isaac. Everyone wanted to know you and be your best friend, but you didn't trust anyone except your two friends, isaac, and pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?" I giggled.

"Yeah that's what me and my friends call chase. I dunno, we don't like him."

"Why not?" I was genuinely intrigued. "He's a really nice guy."

"He's trouble." Hunter snapped. "He's a bad boy."