The Path to Love

Chapter 26

The teachers pitied me, which kind of pissed me off. Just because I was in a cast, didn't make me incapable. I was determined not to be in a cast for graduation, which was like a month and a half away. I quickly caught up on all the assignments, projects, tests, and everything else I missed while I was gone. I was also accepted to the local college, which I was excited about. My father wanted me to start training while I was in college to start to take over his CEO position at Thomas Enterprises and I couldn't be more excited. I have always worshipped the business side of my father. He got to travel all over the world, he built a business up from the ground up and he was now one of the most successful CEO's in the world. He was worshipped in the business world.

My father was getting up there in age though and was ready to retire and spend all his time with my mother. It didn't make me feel bad that they were never around, it was what I was used too. It was my norm, it gave me a sense of independency and was preparing me to take over his business, that's what I told myself anyways.

But, no matter how hard I tried, it still felt like something was missing. I still hadn't recovered my memories and it's been a month since I woke up from the accident. I know the amnesia took something big away from me, but nobody could tell me what it was. Sam was still avoiding me; I wasn't going to apologize to her, when I didn't even know what I did wrong. When she's ready to talk, which I hope she will be soon, I will be here for her. But until then....

My vibrating phone took me out of my thoughts.

Xav: Party tonight at my place. You in?

Hunt: Duh. What kind of question is that?

Xav: Meet me after school. Won't have time to pick you up any other time.

That's all I've been doing lately. I've been going to parties, getting lit, finding a way to sleep around. It's complicated sleeping around with a leg cast and can be painful. But needs must be fulfilled.

The chances were slim that my memories were going to be coming back at all. Each day that passed and I still had no memories, the chances of them coming back grew slimmer. It's so frustrating. I have no clue what happened in between those months and it was a piss off beyond belief. I just really wanted to know why Sam wasn't talking to me. I don't think I did anything wrong, but then again, I wouldn't really know, would I?

I tried to stop thinking so much about Sam, but I couldn't. She was everywhere. When I was sitting in the cafeteria at lunch, she was there. We kept playing the staring game where she would stare at me and when I looked, she would look away. Then when I would stare at her and she looked, I would look away. When I went home, she was in her window seat reading or looking outside, waiting for me to come back I presume. She had started to wear baggy clothes, which made me worry a little, but I didn't say anything. I could see her wearing my sweaters, which obviously meant she still cared about me, but I didn't say anything about it. When she first started wearing my clothes in ninth grade, I told her my clothes were hers and she gladly accepted it and have been wearing them since.

I just wish I could remember the three and a half months of the beginning of the year.  I was sick and tired of not remembering what happened. I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something, something big.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I don't remember going from class to class, or even what the teachers were saying. I was too spaced out in my thoughts.

After school, I hobbled over to Xav's car. I saw Sam get in her car and drive away. Once I got into Xav's car, he drove away too, behind Sam's vehicle. He took notice we were behind her. "Has she talked to you, yet?" Xav asked me.

"Not a word," I mumbled. "She has been wearing my sweaters a lot recently, have you noticed that?"

"Yeah, I have." Xav mumbled.

"I wonder what's going on with her." I thought out loud.

"I'm sure she'll tell you eventually."

"I don't think I did anything wrong, Xav. I really don't. She knew about how I lived my life, and she was okay with it. She didn't know about the gang, because I know she wouldn't be my best friend anymore because of it. I just wish I knew what was going through her head."

"Mmhm, yeah. She doesn't know about the gang. Yeah."

"You're talking like she does, Xav. I know I wouldn't tell her about it."

"A lot has happened between you two, and you don't know about a lot of it. You both went through a lot from January to the time of the car accident. Like I said, you need to talk to her."

"Do you know what happened those few months, Xav?"

He said nothing.

"XAV! Do you?!"

"Yes, I know," he admitted.

"Why haven't you told me about anything?" I replied, hitting him in the arm.

"I promised Sam I wouldn't."

"Why would you do that? I've been wanting to know what I had been up to during those months and you knew this whole time? What kind of friend are you?" We both got out of his car, him walking to his house and me hopping.

"A damn good one! Sam wanted me to wait until you remembered. She wants to keep it from you as long as possible and I don't blame her!" He sat on his porch step and I sat beside him.

"Why not? Did I fuck her up that bad?"

"No, Hunter, no. The opposite. She's harbouring guilt from the accident. She blames herself for it. It's the fight you both got into that caused the accident."

"Well? What was the fight about?"

"It's not my place to say," Xav replied.

"You're supposed to be my best friend, not her protector. What kind of friend are you? We always work out our fights. Is it really that bad? Did I hurt her?"

"The opposite Hunter, Sam hurt you." He admitted, looking up at me.

I looked over at him in shock. Sam had never hurt me before. Sure, we got into spats but that was about it. We had been sitting in his driveway for five minutes just talking back and forth to each other. I couldn't handle this conversation anymore, it was making my head hurt. "Whatever. Let's just go get the party set up. I'm sure I'll remember soon." I replied, standing up and hopping into his house.