Rosaline.

"Where am I?" I ask groggily, feeling like I've got the worst hangover of my life.

"There was a storm. I found you on the road. My name's Nash Hawthorne. Just let me know where you live and I can drive you home." A man with a cowboy hat explains calmly, his green eyes shimmering gorgeously down at me.

"Where I live?" I hesitate, trying to process everything.

"Yeah, if you're feeling better we can leave now?" He suggests. 

"Okay, I live at.." I trail off, blinking in thought. "Sorry, I live-"

And then it hits me. I don't know where I live. I don't remember my address. I don't remember who I live with. I don't remember who I am. Shit. I don't remember anything.

"Nash?" I ask shakily. "Yeah?" He replies completely unfazed, I mean it's understandable for him to be unfazed, he hasn't just realized he doesn't remember a thing about himself.

"Do I know you?" I try, "No." He assures me.

"Do you know me? Do any of you know me?" I continue. "Uhh.. no? Is everything alright?" Nash asks with slight alarm, glancing to all the other strangers around the bed.

"Yeah, all good. You don't know who I am. I don't know who I am. Hey would you look at that, we already have something in common." I laugh nervously.

"Huh?" Nash's brows rise up on his head. "I have no clue who I am. Is that normal?" I panic.

"Nope. It's not." His voice goes high with stress, one of the boys in a fancy suit walks out and starts making a phone call.

"Amnesia." A tall mixed race boy points out.

"Do you remember anything?" An asian girl tries.

"I remember everything except myself." I explain. "Rephrase that." Nash orders. "I remember basic things, like stuff I learnt at school. I remember basic life skills. I just don't remember who my Mom is, if I even have one. I don't remember my name, or my birthday, or where I live." I stress with clear worry on my face.

"Rosaline?" I hear a voice say from the opposite side of the bed.

"Yeah?" I reply, turning around and seeing the asian girl smirking proudly. "That worked." She shrugs.

"Your name's Rosaline then? We saw it on your necklace." Nash explains calmly, sitting down on the side of my bed carefully.

"Yeah.. I don't know anything else." I worry.

"Well we know where you work." A dark haired boy with a devilish grin points out. 

"Jameson!" Nash scolds. "Where?" I plead. Nash sighs and mouths something furiously to the boy. 

"The Hoedown." A brown haired girl tells me carefully.

"Oh.. and what's that?" I ask cluelessly.

"Just a bar." Nash jumps in before anyone else.

"So my name is Rosaline and I work in a bar. If I work in a bar I must be over 21." I start solving.

"And that's literally all we know. Now what?" The dark haired boy emphasises.

"Who are all of you?" I ask hazed, staring between all the teenagers.

"Nash Hawthorne." 

"Yeah I know. You said that already." I dismiss.

"Jameson Hawthorne." The dark haired boy with the devilish grin introduces with a wink.

"Xander Hawthorne." The mixed race boy adds.

I blink between the three. "Brothers." The blonde boy in the suit clarifies. "I'm Grayson Hawthorne." He confirms. 

My eyes jump between the four complete opposite boys. "I'm guessing you're not full brothers.. or your Mom would have some explaining to do." I scoff.

"Half brothers. Not that it matters." Jameson clears up, sounding a little defensive.

"Well I'm Avery Grambs." The dark haired girl continues.

"And I'm Max Liu." The asian girl grins.

"Fantastic. Now what the fuck is the plan?" I sigh.

End of Chapter 3.

Hope you guys enjoyed, sorry for inconsistent updates.