Hunter

Chapter 7

-Hunter-

   "So," I start, running my hands along my legs. This is probably the most awkward interaction I've ever had with anyone in my life. What are the odds that it's with Mae out of all people? "How've you been?"

   She shrugs. "Well, I guess." Her short answer as well as the sigh that escapes her lips tell me otherwise. It's been as hard for her as it has been for me, I assume. Or maybe not. I fear I've missed her the most.

   "Oh. That's good, then?" She just nods, picking up her glass of water to drink from the straw. "Good." I nod as well, shaking off my jacket. My nerves were skyrocketing and apparently, so was the temperature. "Have you seen Jaime around?"

   "Yeah. He doesn't remember you?" She asks, placing her drink back on the table. I shake my head. "Does anyone?" I sigh heavily, refusing to answer. This whole situation was unfortunate. If I had a choice, I would've never left. "And you can't tell me why, huh?"

   "Later," I say. "I'll tell you later."

   "How later?"

   "When everything starts adding up in my head as well."

   "What do you mean?"

   "There are some things I still don't understand."

   "Like what?"

   "Like why it happened to me."

   She stays quiet, crossing her arms and leaning her back against the chair. I wasn't lying; I've gone through changes unwillingly with little to no clarification as to why. There are still so many blank spots in all of this that don't make sense. I want to be able to find out what it is before telling her as she'll probably believe I've gone completely insane if I don't.

   I'll really tell her once I find out, I think to myself. I just hope nothing gets in the way and changes that.

   "Can you at least give me some insight on what we're dealing with?" My heart skips at her use of 'we.'

   Shaking it off, I clear my throat. "I don't think I can."

   "Why not?" She huffs, shaking her right leg as annoyance starts to cloud her eyes.

   "Because it wouldn't make sense if I don't tell you everything." She groans, straightening herself out as the waitress walks to our table. I don't think I've ever seen her this persistent before. I knew she was stubborn, but not to this extent.

   I can't blame her, though. If she went missing for a year, I'd want to know why, too. If I'm honest, I'd probably be more demanding than she is.

   My mind begins to wander, curious about how she spent her days. I'd just figured she would've forgotten about me as well. That's what I've been told, and the fact that they were wrong is making my head throb.

   This isn't a bad thing, though. Hell, out of everyone, I'm glad she remembers. My memories with her are memories well cherished in my heart, and the fact that I can make more without reliving them makes me feel as though I was flying.

   I just don't get why; why her out of everyone? What are the odds that the one girl I've truly felt something for would have such a huge significance in this situation?