Undeniable

Chapter 7

Once again I was left in a room all by myself. Nothing to do what so ever. I huffed and puffed and cracked my knuckles.
I walked over to the large bed and laid on it. The top of the canopy was confusing, unlike all the other gold structures this one wasn't as smooth. There were creases everywhere. After awhile my eyes began to sting, so I closed them. Before I could help it, I fell asleep.
I was standing in a classroom filled with young kids. It made me feel extremely tall. I walked around the room, trying to figure out what was going on. Then I spotted a very familiar blonde. There I was sitting pretending that I was listening when I was young.
It was a memory that my mind turned into a dream. But there was one problem, I never remembered this day. I know I was seven because Miss Catherine was my teacher. Another problem, there was one kid I don't remember. He had similar features to Loki, especially his eyes. That was how I identified him.
Loki was starring at me and that's when Miss Catherine snapped, "Louie, stop starring and pay attention."
Honestly Miss Catherine was always nice and she was pretty. She had light brown hair and brown eyes.
Loki, or Louie, stopped starring and faced the board for two seconds before he turned to face young me again. He was smirking. That annoying smirk killed my heart for a minute.
Then everything turned into a swirling mess. And I found myself in another classroom but it was with Mr. Peterson. I was fourteen. Once again, I found myself with another unidentified memory. My heart raced. Speak of the devil. I thought. There was Loki again!
His body was facing the whiteboard, but his eyes were right on me.
All at once the dreams disappeared and I was in the dark until I opened my eyes. Loki was standing over me.
"I like the way you look in my bed," he said in that same voice he used on me in the park.
"Then I don't," I stated with a hint of "actual I do".
He pulled down the covers that I found myself wrapped in. The dress was pulled up past my knees. I felt myself begin to blush. As quick as could I pulled the dress back down.
He held out his hand for me to take. Instead of taking it, I got up myself. "Thank you, but no thank you."
I stood there and then he opened the door to go back out into the halls. He motioned for me to go through. I took a deep breath hoping nothing bad would happen and I stepped out into the danger zone.
Together we walked down the hallways together. After I got sick of not talking, I said. "I know."
"What?"
"I know how you know me."
He looked down on me as if I were a child. I felt like punching him. That was all I needed to get over this. Then he inquired, "How?"
"I remember you. You were at my school before. You wouldn't stop starring at me."
"That's impossible. I had someone ta..."
"Excuse me!" I screamed. He suddenly looked worried. "You had someone take my memories! How is that possible? How come I can't remember that? What else do you know about me? Why..." I asked question after question in frustration. "You need to tell me!"
"I don't need to tell you anything!"
"That's not fare."
"Remember what I said?"
"I don't care."
That ended the conversation.
We walked for a few minutes before Loki said, "The strangest things are possible. Well they'd be strange for you. And you aren't suppose to remember when you had your memories taken. And I know that you are a very self conscious person. That's why you look like a 'Barbie Doll'."
I gave him a questioning and confused gaze.
"I've seen one. Also, I'm not sure but I think you are part Asgardian."
My eyes began to pop out of their sockets. The gold and stone walls began to look like the ceiling of the bed - a swirled mess. My knees buckled and I fell. I don't know why this didn't hit me like this before.
Right before I clashed with the ground Loki picked me up from under my arms and placed me on my feet. I looked at him surprised - he helped me and told me what I wanted to know.
"You told me," I mumbled.
"Of course. You're undeniable."