Youth

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Chapter 11

The rest of the school day is okay. Nothing compared to lunch. I have work tonight and my phone has been blowing up with texts from Adam. I haven’t had time to check them though, all day I’ve either been in class or walking the hallways with my “friends”.

I sit in my car and scroll through my texts from Adam.

Where are you?

I’m sorry I yelled at you.

You promised you wouldn’t leave my side tonight.

You left your keys in my car

I came by your apartment this morning but you weren’t there, did you get home safe?

Bo! Answer my texts, please.

I swung by your school but they wouldn’t tell me if you were there. Can you text me back, please?

So if Adam didn’t take me home last night then who did? I press on his contact and select the call option.

It rings once and then Adam’s voice comes through, “Hello? Oh my god Bo you’re okay, I swear I thought you were dead.”

“Of course I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?”

“After our fight, you just left and I never saw or heard from you after. Nobody even saw who took you home,” I furrow my eyebrows in thought, nobody but Adam knows where I live, so I don’t get how this could happen. Worry settles in my veins and I begin to panic.

“I don’t remember any of that,” I reply, “I don’t even remember how I got home,” Adam sighs from the other end and I can feel the confusion creeping through the phone.

“I don’t know,” I plainly say, “I have to get home and get ready for work, I’ll see you tonight,” I hang up without a goodbye and set my phone in the console.

On the way home, it starts to rain. I park my car in the garage and walk to my apartment. I unlock the door and repeat my two-hour sequence of getting ready for the night. I change into my blouse and skirt. This is one of the few times I use makeup to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. I pat the foundation into my face and make sure it looks natural. The color in my face is restored to its natural state and I feel my spirits lighten. I slide my feet into my heels and leave the apartment.

Adam meets me at my car and I toss him my keys. The drive is quiet, the fact that I don’t remember last night fucks with my mind a little bit. I don’t like to think that a stranger took me home and laid me down in my bed. It creeps me out.

“Hey, I’m sorry for what I said to you, even if you don’t remember,” Adam says once we pull into the parking lot.

“What did you say?” I ask, taking my jacket from the backseat and putting it on before entering the wet outside.

“I was just bothering you about your past. It’s fine though, I don’t need to know anything about your personal life.” I nod and he unlocks the back door. I take off my jacket, hang it up and the both of us clock in, “See you later Bo,” Adam says before we part ways.

I take off to my tables, but my mind has been elsewhere all night. It’s really bugging me that I can’t figure out who took me home. For a second, I thought I was imagining things when a formally dressed David walks into the restaurant. David.

His lips lightly brush my cheek and I smile, the feeling of his pink lips on my body was something I’ve missed.

“What if Will comes in?” I whisper, gripping his grey t-shirt in my hands.

“He’s won’t, I promise,” He reassures, kissing my lips lightly, “You know I love you right?” He asks me, I nod but I know this is wrong. I’m not supposed to be in the same room as my foster-brother, we aren’t allowed to even be in the same vicinity as each other since Will caught us making out in the garage last week and since then, he’s been keeping a close eye on the both of us.

I feel a pit in my stomach as his hand runs up my leg, it tingles but I can’t let it affect me, his brown eyes observe as if they’re questioning me.

“What’s wrong Gia?” I liked it when he called me by my middle name, nobody ever did and it makes me feel special, like he actually looks me and only me.

At school though, he’s always with another girl. I look down and shake my head. “Nothings wrong David, I’m just tired,” I kiss him myself and stand up off his bed, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” I leave his bedroom and sneak back into my own.

His eyes find mine in an instant and I look down, “Gia? Is that you?” I raise my gaze to his and he approaches me, walking right by the hostess. David pulls me into a hug and brushes my hair out of my face, “I thought I’d never see you again,” He says, taking a full look of my body.

“David, I’m working.” I say quietly, looking across the restaurant at Adam who’s busy talking to a girl around his age.

“I’ll stay until you get off,” He sits down in the empty booth next to me and I look at his beautiful face. His brown eyes and hair look the same as they did three years ago. Except the large scar on his cheek, the scar that practically changed everything, “What time is that at?”

“Eleven,” I say blatantly, “I have to go serve the other tables,” My feet carry me away from his table to the others. I put on my best smile and do everything they need me to do to satisfy their needs.

I neglect to remember anything about my past, I’m not letting anything affect me. I glance back at David who’s staring at me, his eyes soft and sweet.

I sigh quietly and write down the orders of the people at my current table. The thought that David somehow found the place I work and the part of town I even live in is a question that bugs me.

So many questions tug at my attention and I can’t keep my brain on one thing. I leave the table to give their food orders to the kitchen staff. Since I’m away from everyone, I sit down behind the dish bin and take a few deep breaths.

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