Classmate Reunion

Bella nervously chewed on her slice of pizza as she sat across the table from her date.

John Doe, the miracle doctor.

John Doe, the beauty surgeon.

John Doe, the first man she ever took out on a date for what seems like first time since high school.

Compared to him, she was absolutely nothing. What had she ever accomplished ever since she started college? A minimum-wage job as a part time bartender? Maybe drew, like, one or two sketches of a bird she once saw from pure memory- shitty sketches at that?

God, why did she think this was a good idea to ask him out? She was such a Plain Jane bore with no interesting qualities about herself. How could she ever live up to the image of a girlfriend to a world famous surgeon? How could she ever hope to compare to HIM?

John awkwardly sipped his cup of soda, rapping his fingers on the table as he looked around.

Oh man, he looks like he’s getting bored...

C’mon Bella, think of something to break the ice!

“I... um...!” Bella set her pizza down as she began stiltedly, working up the courage to begin the conversation, “T-Thank you for saving my mother’s life!”

...

John coughed awkwardly, as he scratched his neck, “Erm... you’re welcome. Again. That was like... the fifth time you’ve said that in the last half hour. There’s really no need to thank me that much for... that.”

Wait, has she seriously only ever talked about thanking him for the same thing over and over again?

God, she was pathetic. It’s times like these that she so desperately wished she still had her high school popularity and charm from back then.

Boys from across counties would line up to ask her out on dates, especially after she broke up with her ex-boyfriend. Also admittedly, she had a very shameful quirk of getting a cruel satisfaction out of every boy she rejected. She remembered counting a record of rejecting twelve boys who had asked her out within a single day.

Looking back in hindsight, maybe she should have said yes to at least some of them though. At least then, she might have had some more experience with boys and learned how to function properly in a date in case she ever went out with a guy that she was actually interested in.

But she didn’t do that. She had said no to all of them.

And now she was paying the price for it.

John looked around the place for a bit, before decided If to start conversations off properly himself. “So, how are you liking Chuck E Cheese so far?”

NOW’S YOUR CHANCE, GIRL. SAY SOMETHING A NORMAL HUMAN WOULD SAY IN RESPONSE!

“It’s great! I love it here! I hope we get to come here again someday!” She enthusiastically responded, adding in a few compliments, “You have such good tastes!”

...

John raised a dubious eyebrow at her as he uncomfortably smiled, “That... is surprising to hear... I was honestly just thinking to myself a moment ago that this was probably a terrible place to choose as a first date. The food doesn’t taste as good as I remember back when I was a kid, and the kiddie-friendly atmosphere doesn’t really set a romantic mood at all.” He chuckled to himself, “Thinking back, I probably only picked this place out of habit for something I had planned in my high school years. The food was cheap, which definitely played a factor in my decision. But now that I’m older, I realize I could probably afford high-class dining at this point in my career, so... eggs on my face, I guess.”

As he softly chuckled to himself, Bella saw that as cue to try to imitate what she assumed was normal human laughter in order to make John think that she thought he was funny. Guys totally dig chicks who laugh at their jokes, right? If she laughed hard enough, maybe that’ll make up for all the awkward times she accidentally weirded him out the last half hour alone.

“GAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!”

So, instead of coming off as a natural human laugh, it sounded more like a guttural demonic being communicating through the robotic texts of google translate.

John made a face that most people would politely describe as ‘discomforted.’ The quotation marks being used in this situation would then also have a font size of five hundred as well, to really emphasize the sarcasm.

Bella immediately stopped her poor attempt of social contact with the outside world, and tried to change the topic.

“Um... I... er...” she tried to power on through the stammering, improvising on the spot, “Thank you for saving my mom’s life!”

Why was she so bad at this.

John looked from side to side, as if he was trying to figure out if he was on some sort of prank show or not. “...you’re welcome... again.” He muttered back.

Bella felt the urge to just kill herself right then and there. Just, really slam her head hard on the edge of the table. Perhaps the sharp pointy edge at the corner could end her suffering much quicker if she aimed it properly to dislocate her neck, maybe?

Instead of doing that though, she decided to cradle her head as she apologized in anguish, “I’m sorry for being so weird. I swear I’m not doing this on purpose, I’m just... way more awkward than I usually am.”

“Well, hey. Those are the first actual words out of your mouth that didn’t start with ‘thank you’ and end with ‘mother’s life.’” He commented offhandedly.

“I know, I’m...” she rubbed her temple as she furrowed her brows in frustration, “I... haven’t been out in a date with a guy since high school. It’s been years, and the first guy I ever made time to actually see now that I’m in college is this young hot super-surgeon who literally saved my mom from throat cancer.” She sighed depressingly, “It’s just... dawning on me that I’m in over my head, going out with someone who’s obviously way beyond my league. And I can’t help but freak out about it in my head...”

Ugh, how pathetic of her to admit all this on the first date... there’s seriously no way to somehow get him to think she’s the confident sexy type now, is there?

To her surprise, he gave an understanding nod, “Ah, I get it now. For a second there, I almost thought you were doing this on purpose to mess with me or something...” leaning against the table, he remarked, “So basically, you’re just freaking out because you think I’m above your league? That’s honestly a way more relatable situation than I was imagining.”

“It is?” She asked in surprise.

“Let’s see... hm...” he hummed in thought, before offering, “How about this? Instead of treating me like I’m an accomplished surgeon beyond your league, why not pretend that I’m a boy in your high school that asked you out on a date? Maybe your mindset will be more in your natural element if you had that image?”

It’s actually really encouraging to see him be so patient with her and even actively trying to help her get over this. It gave her a bit of hope that maybe this date could be salvaged into resembling an actual date experience.

With a small chuckle, she awkwardly brushed her hair and said, “That might not work, sadly. I was the type of girl that tended to reject boys more than actually date them back in high school. I wasn’t interested in any guys who would ask me out around that time.”

“Oh... that makes sense...” he nodded thoughtfully, before thinking again.

“Although, I wouldn’t mind trying to think of you like that.” She continued, “I mean... if we had went to the same high school together, I probably would have said yes to you if you had asked me out.”

“Oh no, you definitely wouldn’t have. Trust me, I already know.” He casually remarked, before humming in thought again.

...

Wait, what exactly does that mean?

“Um... what do you mean by that?” She felt the need to ask, grabbing her straw-cup of iced tea and taking a sip.

“You wouldn’t have. I tried to ask you out once, and you rejected me. Pretty harshly, in my opinion.” He explained casually.

...

wat

“Wait, when was this?” She paused to ask, before resuming her drink.

“Back in 2016. We used to go to high school together. I was in the same class as you with Mr. Wilson for history and social studies. I tried to ask you out on a date to Chuck E. Cheese one day, but one of your friends kept heckling me.” He went on to explain. “Kind of surprised that you still don’t remember after this long of meeting each other again.”

The more he went on about it, the more pieces of the puzzle started forming in Bella’s head as she recounted a memory that sounded almost familiar to what he just described.

It took her about a few seconds before her brain went crack at the rediscovery, remembering an annoying guy named John Doe from high school who she remembered tactlessly bothered her and her friends during period break. It was literally the day after a nasty break up with her ex-boyfriend, which she found the timing to be creepy and didn’t appreciate it back at the time.

And now this same kid apparently grew up to become an accomplished young super-surgeon at the age of 21, who then saved her mother from throat cancer, who she then desperately asked out for a date, who she was now currently on a date with.

Same guy.

...

The sound of a mouth spurting out tea came next, followed by a John Doe who was now very much soaking wet.

Bella, now connecting the dots together, began to hyperventilate as she realized the dire situation on hand.

This super hot and successful miracle doctor super-surgeon who saved her mom’s life, a man she was very much incredibly interested in, once asked her out on a date four years ago in high school, which she completely rejected at the time. Now here she was, asking him out on a date four years later like some pathetic **** ex-girlfriend who came crawling back on her knees because she realized true happiness was literally in her face this whole time.

Oh god, this was too much to handle- she was going to be sick-

The sound of a woman uphurling on the carpet floor of Chuck E Cheese could be heard that day. Alongside the dry remark of a man who regretted bringing clothes that were dry-clean only that day.

Bella gulped nervously as she set Stacy aside, letting the good doctor enjoy the post-orgasm afterglow from the epic finger banging session earlier. Absentmindedly, Bella wiped the pussy juice off her hands on her expensive scarf as she slowly walked towards me in trepidation.

Meanwhile, for my part, I was trying to look over her features to figure out how I didn’t realize that it was her sooner.

I mean, looking at her face now, it was pretty fucking obvious that she was Bella Cardigan. Same wavy hair, same beautiful eyes-

I think the part that threw me in for a loop though was probably everything else about her. Her facial structure, her body features, the expensive makeup she had on, they were all the things that made her look different enough that I could barely recognize at first.

Like, for real, despite looking similar, she looked so god damn different now.

If she was considered a ten out of ten back in high school, then Bella Cardigan was a fucking ELEVEN with a capital E as a fully grown adult woman.

Boobs more rounded out and bigger, butt more thicker and pronounce- were her legs always this finely tone? Because holy fuck wow, those are some epic thighs.

And her face! It was like someone took a picture of her and photoshopped it to look even better by rounding out the kinks!

Is this the power of a master plastic surgeon at hand? Is this what he could easily accomplish on the human body?

No wonder why Stacy almost creamed at the thought of him while she talked about his skill last night. She wasn’t exaggerating at all. This motherfucker mastered the power of photoshop in real fuckin’ life!

It never really hit me how abnormally skilled this guy was until I actually saw someone I know go through with it for comparison.

As Bella slowly came up to me, she seemed hesitant to reach her hand out. It was as if she wanted to touch me, but thought she might accidentally break me if she did.

“John... do you know who I am?” She asked, a clearly doubtful tone set in her voice that teetering on the edge of hope.

I just couldn’t help but answer obviously, “Well... yeah! You’re Bella Cardigan!”

She covered her mouth as tears formed in her eyes, “So you remember me...!”

Bella seemed to be pleased with my response. Scratch that, she actually seemed over the moon that I was able to recognize her.

I suddenly got a bad guilty feeling about this... Like I was leading someone on romantically, even though I wasn’t interested in them to begin with...

Bella reached out to grab my hands and intertwined my fingers with hers, as she tearfully smiled, “I didn’t think I was important enough to... to...”

I looked down at my hands, seeing how she interlocked my fingers with hers.

Something about this situation is really rubbing me the wrong way, and I seriously did not like it.

I feel like I want to... apologize to her? Like, profusely and repeatedly. Over and over and over again.

Before either of us could say anything else, Stacy recovered from her orgasm at some point to hold Bella’s shoulder from behind, “Wait, Bella! Don’t say anything just yet!”

Bella looked back confused, “What do you mean? Why? He just said that he remembers me!”

“He recognizes you. That might not be the same thing as remembering...” Stacy elaborated.

When Bella looked like she still didn’t understand, Stacy walked up to me and looked into my eyes, almost as if she was looking for some sort of sign.

I was still clearly confused as to what exactly was going on right now, to be honest. One moment, she was getting finger-**** by Bella, now the next moment, everything suddenly went serious and dramatic.

I just can’t keep up with the pacing of this damn scene.

“John, answer honestly. How much of Bella Cardigan do you remember from the last time you saw her?” Stacy asked.

I looked back at Bella, finding her staring at me with an intensity I never could imagine being directed at me before. Some sort of hopeful lit her eyes as she waited for my answer with bated breath.

Clearly, I must have reconnected with Bella Cardigan at some point in my life within the last seven years, but...

“The... The last time I saw her was back in 2017. We used to go to high school together. We never interacted much with each other, except that one time where I tried to ask her out once the year before. After that, we both graduated and I haven’t seen her since then... We never kept contact since we weren’t really friends at that point.” I explained truthfully, since it was the only thing I knew.

Like a balloon, Bella’s enthusiasm seemed to deflate after listening to me recount my memories of her. Looking away, she sadly released my hands and stepped back before taking a deep breath.

“I thought so... I guess I prematurely got excited...” She said depressingly as she rubbed her shoulder.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty over the way I shot down her hopes like that. I don’t exactly know what sort of relationship we had now, but... it seemed like we had gotten pretty close if she was that happy to think I still remembered her.

“I’m really sorry, Bella. I wish I could remember you...” I felt the need to apologize.

She shook her head waving my apology away with a sad smile, “It’s not your fault. Don’t feel bad. I’m sure it’ll come back at some point. Just got to wait until then...”

“Yeah.” I nodded back.

A moment passed by without either of us saying anything more. Seeing the awkward silence between us, Stacy cleared her throat and decided this would be the best time to reintroduce me, “John, this here is Bella Cardigan. She was the friend I was telling you about that we were suppose to meet soon.”

“Right. Nice to see you again, Bella!” I tried to forget the earlier awkwardness and reached my hand out.

Bella seemed to appreciate the friendly gesture, taking my hand and shaking it gently, “It’s nice to see you again too.”

“From today forward, Bella and I will be helping you by slowly reintroducing you to places and locations that you’ve been with before, teach you all about the recent changes in science and society from the last seven years, and generally just try to get you caught up as we help you get your memories back.” Stacy adjusted her glasses as she explained.

Alright, cool, two lovely ladies helping me try to get my memories back.

I still have SEVERAL QUESTIONS about this.

“Uh,” I interrupted with a finger raised, “before we do anything, can I just ask something real quick?”

“Sure, what is it?” Stacy asked.

“What the flying fuck was all that just a few minutes ago?” I tactfully reminded, pointing back, “Unless I had a hallucinogenic episode in the past five minutes, didn’t Bella just come in, grope and finger you, all while talking dirty to the both of us until you came all over inside your pants?”

“Oh. That.” Bella coughed awkwardly as she looked away.

“Right, I need to change pants now...” Stacy mumbled discontentedly as she looked inside her pants.

“So, uh, big question- what kind of relationship do the three of us have together where Bella could just come in and do that to you, and then you both just instantly forget it ever even happened?” I continued to ask.

Both of the girls continued to avoid eye contact with me, unable to come up with a response.

“Um...” I awkwardly scratched my neck, “Are you two... um... lovers? Did I accidentally **** myself into an already existing romantic relationship without knowing?”

“No! Nonono-“

“It’s not like that between us! We just-“

“Sure, we like each other, but it’s only as friends-“

“Sort of a fuckbuddy situation instead of anything serious-“

“Even if we were, it would be completely my fault for not telling you-“

“Definitely should not blame yourself-“

“I swear to god I still love you for real and I’m not manipulating you!”

“Relationship is much more complicated than you think...”

The two began to talk over each other as they hastily tried to explain the situation in their own words, their explanations jumbling around in a mess as most of it passed over my head.

“Okay okay okay- Stop, PLEASE!” I shouted, covering my ears to tune out the barrage of words attacking me.

They both immediately went silent, looking at me in concern and fear.

I took a deep breath, “One at a time.” Looking over at Stacy, I asked, “Why don’t you start off for me, Stacy. Bella suddenly came in out of nowhere and molested you, yet you seem pretty okay with it, especially in front of me. What’s up?”

“Alright, So... um...” Stacy nervously started off, unable to form any words of explanation. Seeming clueless, she looked over desperately at Bella, who could only apologetically shrug in response.

“Look, clearly this relationship doesn’t seem to be a secret between the three of us, at least before my amnesia. Just... tell me the truth. I promise not get mad or anything, I just don’t want to be confused is all.” I offered, hoping that would calm both of them down.

Stacy adjusted her glasses again in thought, before eyeing over to Bella again. Bella raised an eyebrow back, and then gestured over to me. Stacy seemed to nod in understanding, before closing her eyes deep in thought.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear it was almost as if they both had a conversation with each other using only head gestures and face banter.

Exactly how close are these two?

“Okay, so,” Stacy finally began to explain, “Prior to what happened last night, you and I were never in any romantic relationship beforehand.” She said this while looking at Bella, almost as if she was hinting something.

Bella furrowed her brows a bit in thought, but stayed silent as she let Stacy continue.

“Before then, you and I were completely single.” Stacy was now saying this while looking at me, adjusting her glasses, “Bella and I, we sort of have an abnormal relationship together... I guess you could call it fuckbuddies, as Bella so eloquently puts it. Mostly, we were just very close friends.”

“And you also knew about it, which was why I was so comfortable laying the moves on her in front of you!” Bella suddenly chimed in, “And she totally told me about how she wanted to be in a relationship with you before, so when I saw her orally pleasing you today, I got excited thinking that she finally managed to win you over, which made me want to congratulate her in my own way, which I was also comfortable doing in front of you, since you already knew about us before the amnesia. Yeah.”

Bella looked over to Stacy for approval. Stacy shrugged, and said, “What she said.”

Then they both stared at me, waiting for my reaction.

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I rubbed my head, “What a convoluted friendship we all seem to share together.”

They both sighed in relief at my reaction.

Honestly, I still feel very confused about all this. Something seemed very... off about how this all works.

I guess maybe I’m still feeling this way because I never expected it to turn out to be something like this!

I mean, holy shit, what the hell have I been up to in the past seven years to become friends with a gorgeous hot scientist doctor who seemed to be in a friends-with-benefits relationship with a former high school crush of mine that I haven’t seen in forever?

Like seriously, what? Did my life become some sort of romantic sitcom, performed before a live studio audience?

Next thing you’ll know, I’ll find out I have Sienfield as my wacky annoying neighbor who I regularly go on adventures with.

The more I learn more about my life, the more questions I seem to have...

“I guess that explains... that. I think.” I muttered to myself.

“Since you and Stacy are both in a relationship now,” Bella spoke up to offer, “I can totally put a stop to what she and I had before, if it makes you uncomfortable... Unless, um, you’re perfectly fine with the occasional girl on girl action, in which case, I’m okay with doing more of that with Stacy in the future for you.”

...

“I don’t know how to react to something like that, to be honest. I’m not used to being out in a position like this.” I responded.

Did I just get an offer to enjoy watching my doctor scientist girlfriend be in a sexual relationship with my former high school crush?

Seriously, what in the world did I get myself into in the past seven years?

Stacy pulled Bella back, “Maybe John isn’t exactly ready for all of this yet, considering his amnesia goes all the way back seven years ago. Let’s put a hold on our relationship for now until John becomes more comfortable and familiar around us. He’s still trying to get use to the idea of me being his first and only girlfriend that he’s ever had, you know?”

Bella glanced over at Stacy, before nodding in understanding. “Right, I forgot.”

The way they talk to each other, it feels like they’re having a second conversation layered underneath that’s completely going past my head.

I... I don’t know how to feel about all of this new information to be honest. Things are ending up completely different than how I expect it. The more I learn about the situation around me, the more I feel like an alien on a different planet.

Sigh... I wish I didn’t have this damn amnesia screwing with me. If only I knew what was going on, none of this would be so freaky and weird.

A part of me wishes that Stacy would stop tiptoeing around the issue and just go and tell me everything about myself that happened in the last seven years of my life. Just rip it all off like a bandaid.

Another part of me is scared. Scared to learn just how much my life has changed.

If I learn something about myself that I’m not prepared for... will I be able to handle it well? Or will I end up freaking out and go into another coma? Or die from shock?

Damn me for having such a weak fortitude that I’ll overly freak out over the smallest thing.

...

I guess I’ll just have to put my faith in Stacy, and trust that she’ll know when it’s the best time to reveal everything to me.