Forget Me Not

Prologue

“Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember, the people we used to be, it’s even harder to picture, that you’re not here next to me, you say it’s too late to make it, but is it too late to try?...” Maroon 5, ‘Payphone ft. Wiz Khalifa’

“Hi, my name is Dealia Fairland. I’m new at Hargrove High. Could you lead me to my first class, please?”

My heart was breaking, seeing Dea there. My beautiful, vibrant, and incredibly random girlfriend, without any memory of the past two years. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t know who I was. My first love, the only person who’d ever hold my heart, didn’t know me from a stranger on the street.

For Dea’s sake I swallowed it all, the pain, the anger, the grief, just to make my way back into her heart. I’d be wooing her again, working to have her heart once again. It was worth it, it was always worth it when it came to Dea.

I smiled a smile full of pain at her and held out my hand for her to shake. “I’m Carter Lane. I’ll be your guide for the week.” We shook hands, and a pang shot through my heart as her eyes, stuck in between brown and green, sparkled.

“So, you can call me Dea, and do I just call you Carter?”

“Carter’s fine, but you can call me Cart.”

Dea’s eyebrow raised and she hitched her sturdy brown messenger bag further on her shoulder. “Why Cart? I didn’t think you were something to carry things with or something?” She grinned at me. I gulped-it was the same thing she’d said when we’d first met.

“You know,” I shrugged my shoulders and held the door open for her. “There’s not much else you could nickname the name ‘Carter’.” Dea’s special nickname for me had been ‘Carty’-it didn’t take much for me to recall her face, screaming encouragement at both my soccer and martial arts competitions. She’d always been my biggest fan.

Following Dea into the school, I finger combed my thick shoulder length brown hair away from my face and wished with all my heart that winning over Dea wouldn’t be that hard.

Well, at least not as hard as last time.