Greya's POV

This is it! I've finally gone completely mental. I knew this day would come. Three years of weekly therapy, trying to accept that Becker's never coming back, and forcing myself to move on with my life; now here I am crying and hyperventilating while sprinting to the guy's soccer house.

I need to find Cohen. He'll confirm that I'm hallucinating even though what just happened in class felt very real.

Becker's Alive. Or, his doppelgänger Loxley Madden has been brought into my life to torture me more than I already am. None of this makes any sense.

I catch up to Jasper as he's entering the house. "Whoa! Greya. The party's not til after the games tonight!" He's such an ass sometimes.

I'm sweating and tears stain my cheeks, and he stares at me for a minute like he doesn't know how to handle my emotional state. "Where's Cohen?" I ask while wiping my face.

"In his room...Are you alright?" Nice of him to ask, maybe he does have a heart. "I'm fine." I push past him and run up the stairs.

When I get to Cohen's room, he's sitting on the edge of his bed, his head cradled in his hands. He knows I'm here, yet doesn't say anything and suddenly I'm angry.

"Did you know?" I demand answers. He ignores me and I'm getting furious, thinking he's known and been lying to me...Until I hear him sob and he lifts his head showing he's been crying too.

"Did you know?" I whisper this time. Cohen shakes his head. "No, I promise I didn't know."

I believe him because we've shared in the same misery all this time.

Still doesn't help the fact that I'm probably hallucinating.

"Is this real? Is Becker real?" I wait for Cohen's confirmation. We're not both going crazy, are we?

He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know," he says instead.

"What do you mean you don't know Cohen? Because I don't trust myself right now and I really need to know that I'm not crazy."

"You're not crazy, Greya. It's him, but not him." Tears pour down my face again.

"I saw him this morning. I thought he was lost, trying to find his class, he was having trouble walking so I approached him to offer my help. As soon as I saw his face I froze. I couldn't speak or move. I thought he was an illusion until he showed me a piece of paper with a room number on it...He didn't speak either...He had no clue who I was Greya!" More tears as he stands up from his bed and begins pacing around.

"All I could do was point him in the right direction and all he did was nod at me and limp away. I thought I'd gone insane."

He's driving me bonkers with all the pacing back and forth so I grab his arm and bring him in for a hug.

"So, we're both insane?" I say and he laughs.

"No, we're not crazy Greya. It's him. Well, Loxley Madden now, and he doesn't know who we are." Cohen confirms while taking my hand and pulling me to sit beside him on the end of his bed.

"I called my parents as soon as I got back here and they told me Becker's alive. They've known the whole time Grey! How could they put me through all that? Put you through that?"

His parents knew? Why would they lie to their son like that? They saw how much he suffered.

"Come on, I'm taking you home. You too Greya" Mrs. Collins is hugging us as we watch the paramedics roll out a bloody body covered by a white sheet. "No! Becker!" I yell and Cohen's mom hugs us tighter. "Let's go home," she says again. "What about Dad? Where's he going?" Cohen's dad is walking into Becker's house and neither of us understand why.

Mr. Collins played a part in what ever happened. Why though? What really happened and why does Becker think his name is Loxley?

"I don't understand Cohen, why? Why is he back? Where has he been? What happened to him?"

"I wish I knew. My parents said they would explain everything when I go over this weekend."

I don't think I can wait that long.

"You're going to ask them tonight, and I'm going with you! I can't wait until the weekend, I have class with him!"

Cohen's bringing me with him. I want answers. He nods in agreement. We'll go right after our soccer games.

"I was told he's mute. Why do horrible things happen to him?" Cohen rubs the back of his neck.

"He was in the class I just came from, sitting right in front of me with a hoodie over his head. I couldn't help staring at him all class, feeling something familiar about him." I think about they way he twirled his pen between his fingers the way Becker always did when he was thinking about something.

"At the end of class, Jasper tried talking to him because he thought he looked familiar and fist bumped his shoulder, making Becker lose his balance. He could barely stand straight, and he only used his right arm to catch himself. Something bad happened to him Cohen! He didn't die, but something happened, and he can't speak, and he didn't remember who I was either."

Cohen swings his arm around my shoulder and plants a friendly kiss to my temple. "Are you going to try and talk to him again next class?" He asks me.

I could barely look at this new Becker without having an anxiety attack, talking to him again without knowing what's really going on might crush me...For good this time.

"I don't know Cohen. I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he's alive. I started crying in front of him, and he had no idea why."

"I know. Maybe after my parents explain everything, we'll know what to do."

I hope so. Now that I've seen him again, all I want is to hug and kiss him and at the same time, I want to keep him as far away from me as possible. I can't be hurt like that again. I can't have him in my life and lose him all over again.

"We need to tell the others," I simply state. Tell everyone except for Chase. There's no way I'm telling him any of this until the Collins explain everything.

"Yeah, okay, how about at Sunday dinner after we talk with my parents?"

I agree with Cohen and head out to the soccer field. Fynn is bringing Chase to my game tonight and I can't wait to see them both after the day I've had.

"Earth to Grey!" I look up and Avery, my teammate has one brow raised at me. "We have a game in thirty minutes and your head's in the clouds," she points out.

"I'm sorry." I finish tying my cleats. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Girl, the only thing that should be on your mind is how you're going to perform in front of the national coach." She reminds me of Ari, although she doesn't know much about my home life or my reasoning for anything I do. She's been a good friend and teammate though.

"You're right," I give her a believable smile when that's literally the furthest thing from my mind.

Becker's alive. So, there's that. And I've already uprooted Chase once, thankfully it worked out, but I'm not changing his life around again in order for me to continue playing soccer. I throw on my warm-up and grab a ball.

" Finish up getting ready girls, coach wants us on the field ready for warm-ups in five," Avery shouts out to everyone in the locker room.

Leaving my emotional baggage on the side lines as I usually do once I step onto the field always works in my favor. With the ball at my feet I feel free. Free to have fun playing the game I love. For 90 minutes I'm able to forget about my problems and focus on only one thing...Scoring goals. And that's exactly what I do and we're now up 2-0 at the half.

I look up in the stands and point my finger at Chase, letting him know those goals were for him. He's jumping up and down and clapping his hands. Knowing Fynn, he told Chase what happened in every detail.

Someone else catches my eye and I freeze. It's him. He's sitting at the end of Chase's row, wearing his hoodie over his head and looking uncomfortable as hell sitting among the large crowd. His face is contorted into a painful expression while... Holy Shit! Alec! Alec is sitting with Beck. He's alive! They're both alive!

Crap! Chase is sitting so close to them. What if he hears Alec's voice?

I hear my teammates and coach calling my name, but I'm only aware of one thing... making sure Chase doesn't realize who's in his row.

And like all the other times I feel telepathically connected to Fynn, he looks to his right and spots Alec staring at him. Both Fynn and Alec share the same surprised and anxious expressions and then quickly look away from each other.

Alec leans towards Becker to tell him something while Fynn silently questions me about what he should do.

Meanwhile, my team is taking the field again while I continue to stand here dumbfounded.

Thankfully, both Alec and Becker stand up and slowly make their way down the bleachers. Watching Becker struggle down the stairs causes my eyes to tear up again. What the hell happened to the both of them?

At least they're leaving and I don't need to worry about Chase noticing them.

"Grey!" Avery yells my name, finally grabbing my attention.

As Becker and Alec walk away, I do my best to get playing again.

After the game, Fynn and Chase find me immediately and as usual, Chase is overly talkative and excited for me that we won our game. Fynn's not saying a word even though I see every confused thought and question written all over his face.

He's smart though and knows he'll have to wait to get his answers.

"Hey, can you take care of Chase tonight? Cohen and I need to take a trip to his parents house, they apparently have something to talk to us about."

Fynn clears his throat. "Um, yeah, of course."

I give Chase a quick hug before also hugging Fynn. "I'll tell you everything when I get home," I whisper into his ear.