Amnesia

Chapter 6

Ever been in a room, alone, with a boy who was so charming yet your supposed archnemesis? 

It's indescribable. 

There we were sat on my bed, I was facing him with my legs crossed while he leaned against the wall and hung his legs over the bed. I gazed over his lean body, he was so tall his feet touched the floor. He stared blankly ahead, in a different world, a different time-zone. I called his name but he didn't respond, he was trapped deep in his thoughts. I looked down at his hand, his fingers spread out on my duvet. I edged mine closer to touch it, my index finger brushed over his knuckles. He abruptly pulled back which made me jump in surprise. He sat up straighter and folded his arms in front of his chest. 

"Nothing is making any sense," I started, he raised an eyebrow in response and waited for me to continue. "Sapphire told me these stories but...it doesn't sound like me..." 

"She wasn't lying." He cut in. He held no emotion in his tone, just spoke the cold hard truth, whether it hurt or not he didn't care. 

"So that means I really was-"

"A bully? Yes." He didn't look at me, he kept his focus straight ahead. He was being honest but why did it feel like there was something he was not telling me. 

"I don't believe it," I muttered under my breath, I didn't expect this at all. I wanted the truth but not this. The picture I found of the old me and him flashed in my mind. The picture was evidence that I must have had some good in my heart. 

"But I wasn't to you was I?" As if he was shot in the heart he bounced up. He turned to face me and finally looked me right in the eye. I urged him to reply, to give me something. 

"We didn't like each other, why would you treat me any different?" That was not the answer I was expecting. I was getting no closer to finding out the truth. It was frustrating. 

"That's not what the picture says." He furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. 

"What picture?" I got up and pulled the box of pictures from under my bed. I flicked through the album and found it. I sat back on the bed and handed it to him, secretly feeling proud like I had caught him out in a lie. Suddenly, the mood changed, tension rose and the light in the room dimmed. The air felt cold, my skin filled with goosebumps. The plastic paper protecting the picture begun to crease from his grip. He looked at every detail of the picture, the smile, the hair, the eyes, he was consumed with the emotions that had taken place that day. 

"Tell me the truth, Daniel." I leaned in to get a better look at him. His hair was dangling in front of his eyes and I couldn't see what he was thinking. He dropped the album and grabbed me. I shrieked from the sudden attack, he pulled me into a tight hug. I was filled with his masculine scent, I nearly choked on it like smoking for the first time. I knew then and there I had become addicted. 

I tried to tear away from his embrace but he fought me off. I was on my knees but the top half of my body was attached to him, his arms were like chains keeping me from escaping. He needed comforting but the more I stayed there the more I was beginning to fall for this handsome stranger. As I squirmed against him I lost balanced. My knees slipped off the edge of the bed and I fell dragging him down with me. My back slammed hard into the box of pictures, some were wrinkled from the impact while others flew up into the air like feathers and spread out across the floor. Daniel landed on top of me with a grunt; I winced and held in the tears that quickly formed in my eyes. 

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he lifted his head. His hair was ruffled and a mess which I found cute and his face was flushed. He helped me up and stood inches away from me. One hand was rested on my hips while the other slid up my back. My back arched from his touch and electricity flew up my spine. I didn't understand these feelings. He leaned in closer and I waited in anticipation. My mouth filled with saliva and my intestines twisted into knots. I swallowed back my nerves and slightly parted my lips. I didn't feel in control, my mind was screaming to get away.