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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at me. His face was cold and distant like he'd already given up

more than I

brought me back to the present. She was watching me with the same worried look she'd worn every day since I woke

something

so I think I'll catch up fine." I tried to sound positive like I

every week, alright?" My dad's deep voice came from the driver's seat. He hadn't said much during the ride,

the hospital. The rest was still locked

one of his

our family, and who my friends were. But

with him. He was the type of guy that would

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devil himself. But when he did

now, just like I

us. If any of it was

it felt like something in my chest cracked open, and for reasons I couldn't explain, it hurt. I

pulled my bag up to my dorm building, forcing myself not

felt like lead. I had to pull 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

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 to knock, I

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