Memory.

Part Four.

The curly-haired boy, I believe Mr. Peters called Harry, made his way towards me. I have seen many guys in the hall and around school so far, and I have no idea what my past is like with them, or what my connection is to them. Many of them are attractive, and some not.

But this was the first time I got butterflies. His sharp, emerald eyes pierced through me. And he wasn't looking away anytime soon. There seemed to be many emotions hidden in his bright eyes - worry, sadness, regret, anger, and sympathy.

But- were they for me?

As he got closer and closer, my eyes fluttered away, and I heard him breath out, almost as if he had been holding it in. He took a seat beside me and stared ahead intently. But I knew he wasn't paying attention, because neither was I.

I was staring ahead, he was staring ahead. It was like we were trying to look at anything but each other. Do I have some sort of past with this guy? Or is this just a one time thing because he's so attractive?

Amnesia sucks.

This class couldn't go by slower. When the bell finally rang I could finally breath. Harry jumped up and ran out like he was being chased. Was I the reason?

Nah, maybe he has to get to another class. Or maybe he has somewhere to be, someone to see. Maybe he is going to see his girlfriend. Does he have one?

Through the day I found myself wondering all these things about this mysterious Harry. Everytime he would see me in the hallway he would look the other way. He acted like he was scared of me.

Lunch was probably the most dreaded part of the day. This was when all the clicks and groups of friends sit together, and I don't even know who I am let alone my group of friends.

I got my tray of food and looked around. There was a table full of obvious athletes and football players, they were all staring at me. Great, what past do I have with them?

I walked slowly, one step at a time. I passed the table of athletes and one whistled, causing me to turn around.

The guy on the end said, "Hey there."

I grinned shyly and said, "Uhm, hey."

"You've gotten sexier since you lost your little memory, babe." And in that moment, I felt him make contact with my butt. I jumped and attempted to push him away, but someone stepped in and did it for me.

The guy fell back off the table from the force of the other person. I heard someone say through their teeth, "Keep your fucking hands off of her."

I snapped around with wide eyes and there Harry stood, with wide eyes himself. "Sorry." He mumbled. So, he has an accent.

"Don't be..." I smiled. "T-thanks for that."

He smiled and his face lit up. "I better be going."

My heart sank. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted to know more about him. So, without thinking first, I said nervously, "You don't have to- you could sit with me..... if you want to?"

Wait, why does he look completely floored by the question I just asked him. Should I not have asked that?

"Uhm, okay." He smiled. "Are you sure?"

"No." I half-laughed. "I'm not sure of anything right now." I tried to be humorous about my condition.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seemingly unaware of what I was referring to.

"Am I okay?" I laughed. "I'm anything but okay- for obvious reasons."

"Oh." He said. He still acted clueless. Does he not know what happened? They had a morning meeting as soon as I woke up in the hospital letting everyone know the knews about my memory.

The day I woke up... That was April 6?I think. Lets hope I'm right. So, the meeting would have been April 7?

As we walked through the lunch room trying to find a table, I had to ask Harry a question. Here I go again... saying things without asking my brain if its okay. "Were you at school on the 7th?"

He didn't expect my question, I could tell. "Let me think..." He paused, and counted something with his fingers. "No. Why?"

I mumbled, "That explains it."

"Did you say something?" He asked.

"No, I was just wondering." I smiled.

"Oh, okay." He smiled at me. God, those dimples.... "Here's a table." He set his tray down and so did I. As soon as we sat down he stared at me. And stared.

"What?" I laughed.

"I just... I'm glad you asked me to sit with you, that's all." He grinned as he continued to observe every feature on my face.

"So, you're the only person I've really talked to since... I've been back." I sighed. "Can you kind of help me, figure everything out?"

"What do you mean?" His eyebrows ruffled together.

"I don't know anyone.... well, they know me, but I don't know them."

"Are you trying to say you're a different person now?" He asked. He really was clueless.

"No, um... you haven't heard that I amnesia, have you? I was in a car accident." I bit my lip and watched for his reaction.

His eyes immediately darted away and down to his untouched food. He swallowed a lump in his throat and his hands were gripping the table.

"Harry?"

He sat up immediately. He got a bewildered look on his face and began looking all the room- at anything but me.

"Harr-" I began but I was cut off by him standing up abruptly.

He ran his fingers through his hair and said "I - I have to...."

And he took off. With no explanation. Now I am more confused than ever about him. I never saw him after lunch.

As the day neared to the end, after my last class I got the motivation to find him and ask him if I was some sort of problem for him. I wanted to know why he couldn't take his eyes off of me, and now he won't look at me or even come near me.

I walked through the hall with my backpack slung over my shoulder lazily. I turned a corner and Harry was walking out the doors into the parking lot.

"Harry!" I yelled. He didn't hear me. He was out the door and on his way.

I ran like a pathetic little kid towards a bowl of candy. I caught up with him just as he reached his car. "H-hey." He mumbled when he saw me. He still won't look at me.

"What's your problem?" I spat. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off. "I don't remember you, okay? I don't know who I am, or who my friends are. So if I used to be... or, am a problem for you, just tell me." I felt my eyes watering, but I didn't know why.

It was like when I was around Harry, all sorts of emotions came back- but the memories are missing.

"I'm sorry, Amber. It just.... it just-"

"Spit it out already." I crossed my arms and stood my grounds.

"It just hit me hard that you have, amnesia. I just didn't know and I handled it the wrong way, I'm sorry." He sighed and I let my arms fall to my side.

"Oh." I realized I was in the wrong. "I guess it's hard for other people too. I didn't realize... I am the one who's sorry." I sighed.

"No." He came alive again. "Don't be sorry for anything." He calmed down and then we were both silent. "So, you don't remember me at all?"

I shook my head no. He bit his lip and said, "Well, I guess this is a fresh start for both of us." He grinned.

"Yeah, I guess so...."