Teen Ink
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TeenInk "I'm a firm believer in Karma." - Emma Watson in Sofia Coppola's The Bling Ring featured at Cannes Film Festival... http://t.co/AtwVoR8xyT
Meg was caught off guard. "Yeah, um, sure." She understood that that this must be strange for him, but she was starting to think that letting him come with her had been a mistake.
As much as it hurt her, she would rather be the only one that he'd forgotten if it meant that he could at least make conversation with the friends that they used to have. How could she play this off if he didn't know who anyone was? How long did he expect her to help him keep his memory loss a secret?
Cody saw Meg's expression and guessed what she was thinking. "I'm pretty sure it's only people I know through you who I can't remember. Do you remember Toby? He was - is - my best friend. I could still remember him when he came over last night," he told her.
This whole memory loss thing was really worrying him. What if there was something wrong with his brain? He really wanted to see someone about it, but how could he do that without anyone finding out?
"Sure,," she whispered almost to herself. She remembered Toby, though they'd barely spoken since Cody left.
"What happened to you? To make you lose your memory. Well, part of it?"
Cody's face darkened for a second. "I don't know for sure, but I have a vague idea," he said finally, his voice hesitant. "I'd like to believe that it isn't anything permanent. You seem like the best thing that ever happened to me."
Meg turned sharply away from him to order her drink. She didn't know how to answer his comment, but she didn't know if she'd want to tell him how she felt even if she'd had words.
"We should hurry," she found herself mumble. "Everyone is waiting. We've probably at least missed the first game."
She pushed past him with unintentional roughness as she hastened back to the comfort zone filled with friends.
Cody stood still for a moment, watching her go. He knew he really did care about her; his gut felt it and so did his heart. After a minute he followed her to the game and smiled in greeting at a few people. He was pleased to notice that he remembered most of them. Only a few faces weren't accompanied by a name in his mind.
