Fake Love - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,6

around here? And then the ones who didn’t have money were called Trocs.

I was confused.

I still couldn’t remember anything.

Today was shaping up to be a really great day.

“She doesn’t remember me?”

That was the first question the first girl asked as she spoke to Darcy and Evie as though I couldn’t hear her.

“I’m not deaf,” I said. “I’m right here.”

“This is so weird though,” she said. “You don’t remember me? I’m Vivi.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

Vivi buried her face into her hands and hurried away.

Darcy leaned down toward me. “Fuck her. She’s a two-faced cunt. For the record, when you told me about Chester, she overhead. That night she went to Manny’s beach house and went down on Chester. Just to piss you off.”

I leaned forward and watched Vivi running from the hospital room.

“So that’s fake?” I asked.

“Not sure,” Darcy said. “But I stand by what I said.”

Next in line was Tasha. Then Sloan.

They just waved to me. They said hey. They said sorry.

Then there were some guys.

Andrew. Fletcher. Reid.

Three different heights, hair colors, and shapes.

Reid had striking blue eyes and a kind smile.

I must have smiled back at him the wrong way because Darcy leaned back down to me.

“I’ve been there,” she whispered. “Both drunk and sober. Trust me, it’s not worth it.”

I looked at Darcy. “What?”

She held up her pointer finger and thumb. With a very small space between her fingers.

Oh. I get it now.

Soon the hospital room started to fill up.

It was no longer one at a time coming and going.

Which was good.

I wasn’t some museum exhibit.

I wasn’t in a casket at a funeral home.

“Yo, I saw the pics of how bad your ride got fucked up,” a guy named Collin said to me. “You’re like a fucking walking miracle.”

“Just can’t remember a thing,” I said.

“We’re all pulling for you though,” a girl named Lila said.

“Ohmygod, you’re so fucking cheery!” Evie said.

“Who the fuck are you?” Lila yelled to Evie.

“I hate your voice,” Evie said.

“And here we go,” Darcy said to me.

“Here who go?” I asked.

Darcy gave me the run down.

Evie had wanted a new car for her birthday. She picked one out and by the time she got home to demand her father’s credit card to buy it, Lila went and got the car. For the super-rich, cars weren’t made to be replicated. It was like a once in a lifetime kind of thing.

Truthfully, it all sounded terrible.

Everyone near me felt fake.

I wasn’t sure who was actually a friend or not.

The room stayed busy with conversation.

I looked around again and again, desperate to remember something.

There were a few moments when I thought something was coming to me. Like a faint, flickering image in the back of my head. Or a noise in my mind… maybe a memory or something…

But it never became anything real.

At least not until I leaned forward again and looked to my left.

They were standing at the door.

Three.

One. Two. Three.

Three guys.

They were all staring right at me.

It was like a jolt of electricity that hit me at once.

I quickly sat back a little and looked around the room again.

I shut my eyes.

I knew if I looked their way again, things would end up really bad.

How did I know that?

I started to remember… everything.

And those three guys were the ones who tried to kill me.

Chapter 3

oh, the memories

“I can’t believe this is fucking happening,” Noah says. He slams his hand on the table and two empty beer bottles fall over.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Xavier says. “Don’t waste the good stuff. This shit is expensive.”

“Fuck you, bro,” Noah says. “Expensive? There’s no such thing as expensive in our world.”

“That’s a lie,” Easton says. “We’re running into expensive right now. And it’s not money. Believe me, it’s not fucking money.”

They all go silent.

Just standing there with the garage door open.

Xavier runs the place on the side for fun. All kinds of custom stuff for cars, trucks, SUVs, whatever. Motorcycles. Street rides. He’s the guy to go to for any kind of tinting, paint, or just adding things like sound systems and mufflers to your rides.

They don’t know I’m hiding behind a blood red car that I’ve been in so many times with Noah.

I bit my lip.

This can’t be real.

They can’t be this pissed at me… can they?

“We have to fix this,” Noah says.

“Shit, brah, you make that call,” Xavier says. “History and all…”

“Fuck history,” Noah says.

He grabs a full beer bottle and throws it against the wall.

It explodes.

“Now I’m fucking pissed,” Xavier says.

“Then do something about it,” Noah challenges.

Easton