Chapter two

Oh, dang.

This cannot be real.

“Oh my god, this is so cool!” The guy says and then he puts the phone back on the bed.

“How is this cool?” I ask him, slightly annoyed by his reaction.

“I literally lost my memory and I can’t remember anyone or any place; it is not cool, it is terrifying,” I say to him and his smile fades.

“Well, yeah, but still kind of cool.” He mumbles.

“So do you know where we are, or who I am?” He asks and I smack my forehead with my hand in frustration.

“I don’t remember crap,” I tell him and he notices my frustration.

“Okay, sorry. I’m Kevin, I have been your roommate since we were in our freshman year.” He informs me.

Kevin.

It does not click anything in my mind. It is like I am just meeting him. I have no recollection of him in the past.

“So we are seniors?” I inquire and Kevin chuckles. “No, no. We are juniors, Ryan.” He says.

He seems excited about what is happening, and I feel like I’m in a nightmare that I can’t wake up from no matter how hard I try.

“And oh, snap! You have a class in a few minutes!” He says and he rushes to another door in the room and opens it.

I watch him enter it and come back out in a few seconds with a toothbrush in his hand.

“Didn’t you hear me? You have class, and so do I. It’s philosophy.” Kevin says before putting the toothbrush in his mouth.

He then begins to brush his teeth.

I guess I should get ready too...or maybe I should go and see a doctor. This is not normal.

Did I lose my memory because I am sick? Did I hit my head? Or maybe I’m still sleeping and all this is just a dream that feels too real.

Nevertheless, I listen to Kevin and I take a shower and get ready for the class. He is ready also and is staring at me like I am a zoo animal.

“Do you remember that you’re male?” He asks me and I can’t help but laugh. “Why are you laughing? Do you?” He beckons me to answer.

“Kevin, I know I’m male. For now, it’s only people and places I don’t remember.” I tell him as we exit the room.

I have my laptop in my hand and Kevin has him in a black backpack, along with other academic materials.

Kevin leads me and we walk through a hallway. I see a lot of people passing by and giving me head nods and smiles, but they all seem like strangers to me.

Am I supposed to know them too?

We soon enter a huge classroom that reminds me of a theater and we sit at the back. The class begins to get full as students enter from the two entrances of the classroom.

“What’s up, man?” A guy sits next to me and speaks. “Uhh..” I struggle to say something.

“Yeah, I’m okay, man. How about you?” I finally reply and the guy stares at me with confusion on his face.

“You’re ready for the game, right?” The guy tries to ease the awkwardness, but I only stare at him.

What game is he talking about?

“Oh, Ryan‘s not feeling well today. Pardon his weirdness.” Kevin saves me by joining in the conversation.

The guy only nods and he gives me a small punch on the shoulder.

“Good morning, class. I hope you are ready for the pop quiz this morning.” A middle-aged guy standing at the front of the class speaks loudly and authoritatively.

I believe that he is the professor for this class.

Half of the class groans in frustration at the realization of a pop quiz.

“Quiet down, everyone. I expect everyone’s quiz results to be like Ryan’s.” He says this with a smile as he looks in my direction; so does the entire classroom.

With everyone's eyes on me, I can feel my heart rate climbing, and my breaths getting labored.

“Ryan, are you okay there? You look a little pale.” The professor says with a light chuckle.

“He’s just a little sick today,” Kevin speaks for me.

I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead. I don’t know why I’m reacting this way. Maybe it’s because a whole room of strangers is staring at me.

But I should know these people, and that’s what makes me even more anxious.

“When did you start speaking for King?” A blonde-haired guy asks as he smirks.

“That’s enough.” The professor says and he eyes me for a few more seconds before resuming.

The blonde-haired guy smiles and then he turns his attention back to the front of the class, where the professor is.

The professor begins to write on the whiteboard a few questions and to be honest, I can’t do this quiz.

I would epically fail if I try.

I abruptly wake up from my seat and I take my laptop as I walk out of the class.

Kevin tries to stop me, but I ignore him.

When I am outside, I see the girl whom I saw in the picture with me. She was the one I was kissing; my presumed girlfriend that I can not remember.

I am blown away by how gorgeous she is.

I turn in the opposite direction of her and I begin to walk back to my dorm room.

“Ryan!” I hear her call me and I stop in my tracks.

I let out a sigh and then I turn around towards her. She is walking toward me with a laptop that has stickers in her hand also.

“Hey, why are you avoiding me?” She asks as she stares into my eyes.

Damn, her eyes are so pretty. They are ocean blue and have me mesmerized.

“Who says I’m avoiding you?” I answer smoothly and she squints her eyes at me.

“I saw you walk out of the class and then you locked eyes with me and just started walking away. Did I do something wrong?” She asks, with a bit of worry on her face.

“No!” I reply to her quickly.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong,” I say much softer this time, earning a smile from her.

Kevin says she is my girlfriend, but it feels like this is my first time meeting her.

“Then, what’s the problem? And I thought you had class this morning.” She says as she brushes her thumb over my right eyebrow.

“I-umm, I just—“ I stutter and no coherent sentence comes out of my mouth.

“You’re acting so weird today, you never stutter.” She says and then she places the back of her hand on my forehead, trying to feel my temperature.

“Are you sick?” She adds and I wag my head.

“I just need time to be alone,” I say to her as I gently remove her hand from me.

“Mr. King.” A voice startles us and we both look toward the source.

It’s the professor from the class that I walked out of.

“A word, please?” His voice is heavy and serious.

“Looks like someone is in trouble.” Alice, my presumed girlfriend says and I gulp.