Chapter 10

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Tris POV

"One of the waiters called in sick, so I'm splitting up his tables. A party of 7 just came in and was sat in his section. Will you wait on them?"

"Sure thing!", I say with a smile. The last thing I want after the last 24 hours I've had is an extra table, but it's not like it's Michael's fault.

"Thanks, Bea. I really appreciate it."

I smile and head towards the new table of 7.

"Hi guys! My name is Bea, and I'm going to be your server today", I say while looking down and trying to get my writing pad out. "Can I start you off with an ice cold lemonade or maybe a sweat tea?"

I look up from my writing pad when I don't get an answer.

I'm met with 3 girls and 4 guys who, when I was on my way over here, looked like they were in the middle of a conversation. Now they all are just staring at me with looks of shock and confusion.

Well, all except one.

"I'll have a Dr. pepper", says one of the guys. He has dark, shiny hair and green eyes.

I nod at him and ask, "Okay, what about the rest of y'all?"

I am still met with faces of shock.

The guy who ordered a Dr. Pepper looks around at the rest of the group at their silence.

"Are y'all just gonna stare at her or are you going to order?", he asks them.

None of them move until a young man jumps out of his seat and runs towards the bathrooms. I didn't even get a chance to look at him.

What the heck is going on?

"Umm", I begin. "I can get another waitress if you guys want", I say starting to back up.

I have no idea what the strange looks are for, but it's kind of weirding me out.

"No!", says a pretty girl with brown skin and black hair. "Tris, is that you?", she gets out shakily.

Tris? Who the hell is Tris?

"Tris? Umm no, I think you might have the wrong person. But can I get yo-"

"No, no. Tris, I know it's you. I was a little hesitant when I first saw you, but I never would of forgotten your voice. How are you alive?", another girl says with shock evident on her face. I notice she has a wheel chair folded on the ground next to her.

"Look guys, I'm sorry but I have no idea who this Tris is", I say anxiously. They seem very convinced that I am whoever they're talking about.

"Wait, you mean to say that this is the Tris chick y'all of been telling me about? I thought she was dead?", says the man who ordered his drink already.

"Yeah Peter, so did we", a guy with dark skin and bright eyes says. He's sitting next to the girl with the wheelchair.

Okay, this is really weirding me out.

"Do you guys want me to come back to get your orders or can I get you a diff-", I try to say.

"No!", they all, minus the Dr. Pepper guy, yell at me.

"I'm sorry, I think we are all just really confused right now", the pretty girl says. "We'll go ahead and order our drinks."

The rest of the of the table looks at her like she's crazy but follows her lead.

I thank them and turn to head towards the kitchen.

But not before I hear one of the guys say, "I need to go find Tobias and tell him he's not loosing his mind, it's really her."

I leave before I can hear much else. Was this Tobias the one who ran after I had gotten to the table?

Hmmm, Tobias. Have I heard that name before? No, I tell myself. You haven't.

But what about what those people were saying? Could I actually be whoever that Tris is? It could make since, my name is Beatrice. Matthew had just said that the only nickname I've ever had was Bea.

I am loosing my mind. Am I seriously this willing to believe a group of strangers that think I'm their dead friend? It's not like I recognize any of them or seem to have any connection with them. Am I seriously that gullible?

Apparently while I was lost in my thoughts, the rest of my body continued to work because when I finally snap out of my inner-argument, I had just finished with the last drink.

I sigh and make a silent deal with myself. I don't know who these people are, and I'm not going to let their confusion intercept with my working.

I shake my head and head back to their table.

When I approach there is another guy there. This must be whoever Tobias is. He seems to be in a pretty serious conversation with the guy with the bright eyes.

I smile and hand out all they drinks and turn to the new guy.

"And what can I get you to dr-"

I stop as we make eye contact.

I almost drop the tray I'm holding.

I can't breathe.

It's him.

They guy I saw when Matthew began dragging me down the street. These must be the people I saw outside that store.

I get ahold of myself enough to notice that the rest of the group is staring at us.

Why am I staring at this man? He's just someone I saw across the street. He probably doesn't even recognize me.

Yet, by the look he's giving me, that cannot be true.

I shake my head, scolding myself. Get a grip, what is wrong with you?

"Uhh, I'm sorry. What can I get you to drink?", I stutter out.

He continues to stare at me.

"Tris?", he gets out.

His voice send shocks through me. Have I heard that voice before?

"Oh no, I already told your friends. My name is Bea and I'm going to be waiting on y'all today. And I'm sorry but I have no idea who Tris is", I say trying to sound convincing. In reality, my heart is racing so fast I don't know how I am managing to get any words out.

"You don't remember any of us, do you?", he asks me softly.

I try to speak but my mouth refuses to open.

For 8 months, I have been trying to remember anything about my life before the accident, but to no avail. According to the doctors, I should have gotten at least a glimpse of my memories back by doing the same things I used to do. Is it possible that maybe I haven't gotten them back because I've been in the wrong place with the wrong people?

You don't know for sure though, the other side of my brain argues. You arn't 100% sure that you are this Tris.

Wait a second. Didn't Matthew mess up on my name yesterday? Didn't he start to say something close to Tris?

-*FLASHBACK*-

"We are regular people Tri- err Bea. We just have to be a little procautionary for a while."

I stare at him for a moment. What was he about to call me?

"What did you say?", I ask him.

"What do you mean? We just have to be a li-"

"You said something before you said my name", I say interrupting him. "Like you were going to call me something else."

"Nope", he says popping the p. "I didn't say anything."

"Yes, you did! You said Tri- err Bea."

"Bea, I really didn't say anythi-"

"Matthew, please just tell me. It can't be that big of a deal", I say exasperatedly.

"It's not Bea. Really, I just wasn't paying attention and stuttered that's all", he tries to explain.

"Bu-", I begin but am interrupted by the waitress asking if we're ready for the check.

He nods and she gives it to us.

"Take your time", she says with a smile and walks away.

"Bea, please just drop it. I just stuttered; it was an accident."

I sigh and look down. Am I really becoming so paranoid that I'm freaking out over a stutter? Or, the other side of my brain says, if he's lying about why he tried to make you wear the disguises, he could be lying about who you are too.

I mentally face palm. I am officially loosing my mind.

-*FLASHBACK END*-

Maybe I wasn't loosing my mind.

Was he going to say Tris? I know for a fact then that Matthew has been lying to me, at least about these people in front of me.

It all starts to make sense, the disguises, the hiding, the dragging me away when he saw me looking at this man, me not getting my memories back.

Who is Matthew Henry? Because I know for a fact that even though I don't remember the people in front of me, I know this man with the dark blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't remember y'all. But you", I say looking towards the man. "I feel like I know you even though I have no recollection of you."

"Do you feel like you know any of the rest of us?", a man who hasn't spoken yet asks with hope in his eyes.

I shake my head.

This is too much. Who have I been living with these last 8 months? Who are the people in front of me?

I can feel myself swaying and starting to breathe harder, but the thoughts keep coming.

Who is Tris? Could it really be me? How do I know those blue eyes? Can I go back to Matthew? What do I do? Where can I go?

The next thing I know I'm falling and everything goes black.

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