Yours Musically

47. Confide

Chapter Forty Seven - Confide

Sean wasn't picking my calls and with each failed call attempt, I felt even more guilty. There was also this lingering fear in the back of my head that he'd found out what had happened last night.

But then, how would he? Matt could have told him but he wasn't the kind of person who snitched like that. Even if he was going to tell Sean, I was hoping he'd at least give me a heads up first.

I mindlessly stirred the spoon in my cereal, too busy wondering what it was going to be like with Matt after last night, if he was still going to give me rides to school. If he was even going to talk to me anymore.

One way to find out. After eating my breakfast and placing my dishes in the sink, I said goodbye to Mrs. Brooke and left my house.

Five seconds later, Matt stepped out through his front door. He was wearing a hoodie but it was unzipped so I could see his jersey underneath. His eyes immediately landed on me and he stopped in his tracks.

I nervously stayed rooted in my spot, waiting for his move but when he did nothing, I swallowed my anxiety and marched up to him with a bright smile. "Good morning."

Only one word could describe the look on his face: disbelief.

Was he expecting me to cry over him rejecting me? I was mature enough to let that go and was hoping we could at least continue being friends like before.

"Morning," he replied unsurely.

"Aren't you late for practice?"

"A little." He nodded, looking down at his watch with a frown, then cutting me a subtle glance before averting his eyes back to his wrist.

"Are you giving me a ride?"

"Sure." He looked a bit disoriented before he gave an affirmative nod. "I mean of course."

"Great! Let's go–oh by the way, I transferred you the money. Did you check?"

"No... I haven't had the chance yet but you didn't have to."

"I owed you." I shrugged, turning to his driveway. "So how are we going to school?"

"Follow me." He made his way towards the garage. Aiden's car was parked in there and I wondered if Matt had snatched his keys because there was no way Aiden would've given them to him willingly.

"Oh..." My mouth formed an o in realization when he walked past the car and neared his motorcycle parked in the back.

"Problem?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Of course not." I scoffed. "I love motorcycle rides. All the wind...it's refreshing."

Once again, he stopped and eyed me like he was trying to figure out what was going on inside my head but thankfully, the moment passed quickly as he climbed on the motorcycle and passed me my helmet.

I put it on and settled behind him. My hands found their way to his shoulders but I felt him tense up, so I brought them down to my lap, then fidgeted my fingers and finally grabbed his hoodie's hood.

"Shoulders," he said.

I complied and brought my hands up again.

He pulled the motorcycle out of his garage and for the first five minutes, I kept thinking of something to start a conversation with until I realized he didn't really want me to.

The silence was awkward for me but as I cut glances at him in the mirror, I realized he was doing just fine as his eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. Maybe he didn't wanna talk to me. So, I didn't try.