I'm SO sorry about not updating this. I came down with an extreme case of writers block on this story.
So here's the last chapter. I hope you like it.
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Chapter ten: Perfect
Beck's POV
I enter Hollywood Arts on my first day back, hand in hand with Jade. I walk to my clear locker, trying to remember the combination.
"20-30-4," Jade informs me. I nod thankfully, and open the lock.
I take out the books I need. I memorized my schedule already.
"Do you think you can find history by yourself?" Jade wonders. I nod confidently, and Jade walks away.
I kiss her cheek goodbye and set off to find my first class on my first day back.
History, I tell my brain, I walk through the hallways, and somehow, I remember where to go.
I sit down in my usual seat and listen to boring lectures. I'm surprised to realize that I already know most of the stuff she's talking about! I had a few tutors in the hospital to help me catch up, but I didn't think I'd remember the stuff I learned before!
The teacher's voice is very boring, and the subject she's teaching isn't new to me, so I space out most of class, until the end, when we receive a huge essay due in two days.
My next class is math, another useless subject to teach at a performing arts highschool.
I find math easily and sit down next to Andre, who's in my math class.
"How's your first day back going?" Andre wonders. I shrug.
"It doesn't really feel any different than before I left. The familiar pattern makes it easier to remember things. I guess the doctor was right about my memory," I grin.
"That's good news!" Andre says. I nod in agreement, before turning my attention back to the math teacher.
The rest of my classes pass uneventfully. I have a little trouble finding gym, but nothing too serious.
Finally, it's last period of the day, what I'm assuming is the best class, Sikowitz.
"Hey," Jade greets me, grabbing my hand to walk me into the classroom.
I sit next to her, facing the stage. Students fill the seats around us. Cat bounces in happily, taking Jade's other side.
"He's gonna come through the window isn't he?" I predict. Jade nods.
"He probably is." She agrees. "How's you memory?" She wonders. I smile.
"I think it's coming back," I tell her, proudly.
"Can I help?" Jade asks, grinning suggestively.
I oblige, wrapping my arms around her, kissing her sweetly.
I almost forget we're in a classroom full of children, because with her sweet lips against mine, and her hands combing though my hair, nothing else matters.
The fake memories and the real memories don't matter. The black that blurs my memory fades, and my mind feels clear once again.
And it is perfect.
"Jade! What have I told you! Kiss your boyfriend out of class!" Sikowitz scolds. Jade raises her eyebrows, pulling away.
"Oh, I will," She promises, grinning sexily.
I smile, somethings will never change.
The End!
Thanks to you if you stuck with this story! It was fun to write! :)