screen.
I
don’t remember the password, because I don’t remember anything. I look at
my mom and she’s already shaking her head.
“I
don’t know it, sweetheart. You were always very protective of it. You’re
a pretty private person.”
Eff.
I
am utterly dejected. Until I remember something. Gavin knows
everything about me. Maybe he would know this. So I ask my mother
for his number and I use her phone to call him.
“Hello?”
he answers.
“Gav,”
I reply. “Do you know the password to my cell phone?”
There
is a pause.
“Not
for sure,” he finally says. “But you usually use your birthdate for
everything. I think it’s your debit card pin number and your combination
to your locker at school. So you might want to try that.”
“Great,”
I mutter. “That would be helpful if I knew my birthday.”
I
sigh and Gavin chuckles.
“It’s
May 17th, so try 1705,” he tells me. “And you’re seventeen years old.”
I
roll my eyes. “I already knew that part.”
Because
they’d already told me.
“How
much do you actually know about me?” I ask him. I can’t help but
smile. It really does feel good to know that at least someone remembers
important things about my life. He laughs.
“I
pretty much know everything,” he confirms. “And if I don’t know it, then
Reece does.”
Reece.
The best friend that I can’t remember.
I
sigh again, trying to place her face in my head, but failing. I thank
Gavin and hang up, picking up my phone once again. I punch in my birthday
and Gavin was right. It opens right up.
A
picture of me and a blonde girl stares back at me from my screensaver.
Her slender arm is wrapped around my shoulders. My hair is two
shades darker than it is right now and there are bright pink stripes threaded
through it. The blonde girl is gorgeous with white blonde high-lights and
sparkling blue eyes. We’re both holding up the “rock on” signal with our
hands and grinning into the camera. I don’t know who took the picture and
in fact, I don’t remember taking the picture at all.
Because
this is the story of my life now.
I’m
perpetually clueless.
I
turn the phone towards my mom.
“Is
this Reece?”
My
mother almost flinches before she nods.
“You
don’t like Reece?” I ask curiously. My mother shakes her head.
“It’s
not that. Reece is a charming girl. I just don’t think that she
understands what it’s like to be you. I worry about the influence she has
on you. You should be around kids who understand.”
I
am confused.
“Kids
who understand what?”
“Kids
who understand what it is like to be you,” she says firmly but still
vaguely. “An important member of Caberran society.”
My
mom sure does think a lot of herself and our family. Important members of
society? I sigh.
“So
it’s not okay to have friends that aren’t from here?”
My
mother practically grits her teeth.
“That’s
not what I said, Mia. I just said that I prefer it when you hang around
with kids who understand you. Like Dante or Gavin.”
“Dante’s
not here,” I remind her. “Are you saying that you only want me to hang
around with Gavin?”
It’s
my mother’s turn to sigh.
“No.
Stop putting words in my mouth. I’d like it if you hung around with Elena
Kontou, also, but you don’t seem to want to. I don’t know why.
She’s a lovely girl who knows what it’s like to be a girl in your
position. Plus, you really should mend fences with her.”
I
stare at her. “Mend fences?”
“Vincent
Dranias, that boy who you snuck around with and dated, is the reason her face
was scarred. You’ve never apologized for that.”
I
suck in a breath.
“Gavin
told me that it wasn’t my fault. That Vincent completely deceived me. Why
then, would I need to apologize? I’m honestly asking—because I don’t
remember anything. And was she badly hurt in that
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