“I’m not sick. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”
“Don’t make me call bullshit again. I’ll MacGyver an answer out of you if I have to.”
This crazy girl. “Like, you’ll fashion a paper clip with a stick of gum to create a human torture device to get me to confess?”
“Exactly,” she says brightly, and we both giggle.
“I’ve missed you this week,firecracker.”
“Don’t you love it! I love it! My own Trevor nickname,” Meredith swoons and falls back onto my bed doing what looks like snow angels with her arms and legs.
“Speaking of Trevor, what’s up with you two? And an undecipherable rebus doesn’t count as an answer.”
“Nope. You have to answer first before I do. Was it really low blood sugar?”
She’s not going to let up and I’m not prepared to tell her everything. “Partly, yes. I passed out after you and Trevor left.”
“What about before.”
“That was my brain on overload from a memory trying to resurface.”
“Holy shit, girl! Are you serious? ‘Cause it was scary as fuck.”
“Totally serious. That’s what they look like, I’m told.”
“Oh, Elizabeth, that’s really sucky. But you’re okay now, right? Did your memory come back? Is there anything I can do? I haven’t told Trevor or anyone else about your amnesia, just like I promised I wouldn’t. He’s going to figure it out eventually, though.”
“I’m good. And, no. No memory resurgence. Still as clueless about my past today as I was on Tuesday.”
“Oh.” Meredith frowns with a pout. “I’m sorry, Elizabeth.”
“It’s okay. Those episodes have been happening for the past eleven months. I’m sorry if it scared you. Since Tuesday, I’ve been staying here with the boys and they’re keeping an eye on me.”
Meredith’s face lights up. “Ooh. Your own Chippendale show every day. Has it been weird though? You’re with Ryder but you said you were Jayson’s girlfriend before you lost your memory.”
“They’ve all been great. Jayson found out about me and Ryder on Tuesday at the library because I have a big fucking mouth. He’s dealing. Well, at least for now anyway. We’ve got other stuff to worry about anyway.”
“What other stuff?”
“Nope. You said you would tell me about Trevor if I answered you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to have amnesia?”
“Meredith!”
“I slept with him,” she blurts out and grabs my pillow to shove over her face.
“Wait, what?”
“I said I slept with him,” she muffles from under the pillow she’s apparently trying to suffocate herself with. I rip it away and stare at her.
“When?”
“At the party. We both got drunk and it just happened.”
“Now I wish I had gone to the party,” I absently say. “Are you guys together now?”
Meredith flies up and grabs me by the shoulders. “No! No, no, no. He, um, he kind of doesn’t remember.” she winces at me with one eye open, an embarrassed grimace on her face.
