Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

PART 3 - CHAPTER 140

JESS

The campus felt like a ghost town, and I was the ghost haunting it. Familiar, yet foreign.

It's been a month since I woke up in the hospital with a blank slate where my memories should be.

A whole month, and I still didn't know who I was-at least not in the way that mattered. I didn't remember people. Faces, names, the ones I was supposed to love all of them were missing.

Yet, somehow, I knew I liked salt over sweet, preferred summer to winter, and I could still remember how to solve equations or where the states were on a map.

But faces? They were blurry. Names felt like smoke, slipping through my fingers every time I tried to grab hold.

According to the doctors, the part of my brain that got injured was where I stored memories of people-people I cared about. They kept telling me to stay hopeful, that things might come back, but I wasn't so sure. Every day that passed, it felt like h would never get them back.

College seemed like the only escape from it. Nobody here knew me, at least not personally. I wasn't disappointing anyone by not remembering. I wasn't seeing that flicker of hurt every time I failed to recognize a face.

I'd see it in my parents' eyes, brother Josh's, and even Luke's-

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face was cold and distant like he'd

more than

back to the present. She was watching me with the same worried look she'd worn

I could just remember something about it, something

I think I'll catch up fine." I tried to

every week, alright?" My dad's deep voice came from the driver's seat. He hadn't said much during the ride, and honestly, I was thankful for that. I wasn't sure I could handle more questions

the hospital. The rest was still locked

out to see Luke play one of his football games. I fell, hit my head, and

about our relationship, our family, and who my friends were. But Laura, my best

with him. He was the type of guy

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the devil himself. But when he did talk

stranger to him now, just like I was to

what Laura had said about us. If any of it was true, why was he being

me, it felt like something in my chest cracked open, and for reasons I couldn't explain, it hurt. I didn't know why- hell, I didn't even

to my dorm building, forcing myself not

up a campus map just to remember where my dorm was -how ridiculous is that?-but I found it eventually. Room 312. My room and the girl I shared it with,

paused in front of the door, staring at the knob like it held all the answers I couldn't remember. This is your room. You don't need

the handle and twisted. "Fucking ridiculous," I muttered