The Memory (The Wanted Fan Fic.)

7 Can You Feel My Heart

Tuesday. Just fucking great. I'd have to see everyone and give them some type of explanation on why I didn't go to school yesterday. Lying wasn't anything new to me though. I've done it so much I actually believe I'm telling the truth.

There was a knock on my door. Quickly, I finished tying my shoe and answered it. Oliver appeared. He wore a leather jacket with black torn skinny jeans.

"I'm taking you to school today. Cordelia's orders," he stated.

"I can drive myself. Thanks for stopping by!" I began to close the door but his foot stopped it.

"No can do."

I opened the door rolling my eyes at him.

"I'll just be a second."

"One!" he smiled and I went into my room to grab my bag. I entered back into the living room and he was observing my painting I did in junior year.

It was of a girl holding her heart out. It was inspired by one of my favorite songs, "My Heart" by Paramore. At the time it meant a lot to me. I dedicated it to Alek.

"This is pretty cool," he said.

"Thanks. Done by yours truly."

"Really? You're talented. Can you draw too?"

"Thanks and yea I could. One of my methods to stay calm. That and music."

"You can add me to that list," he winked. "C'mon. Let's go before you're late."

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We made it to the garage. At first I thought he was stopping at a black beautiful camaro but instead we stopped at the vehicle next to it. it wasn't even a vehicle. It was a motorcycle.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked holding out a helmet. I didn't even notice I was standing there that long. "Scared?" he smirked.

"No. I just haven't been on one before." I put on the helmet.

"It'll be fun," he kicked started the bike.

The noise takes away my hesitation and I hop on behind him. My arms hang free because I didn't really know where to put them.

"Hold on," Oliver turns slightly so I can hear him over the engine. "To me," even though he had his helmet on I could tell he was smiling.

I obeyed, lightly at first. When he began to pick up the speed, I grip him tighter. A shiver runs through me as he eases into the curves, gathering speed as he goes.

He pulled up in front of Riverdell. I wish he hadn't. I wanted to tell him to keep going. I'd rather be anywhere but here. I took off my helmet.

"No ditching. Are we clear?" Oliver pointed a finger in my face.

He pulled back when I tried to bite it. "Yes dad," I handed him my helmet.

As I was walking up the steps to school I heard someone from behind call my name. I turned and Oliver caught up next to me.

"Your hairclip or whatever you call it," he handed it to me. "It must've slipped off when you took off the helmet."

"It's called a bobby pin and thanks," I laughed giving him a hug.

"Awww isn't this sweet."

I pulled away. Jay.

"Guess I should get going. Watch over her Jay," Oliver reminded before walking off.

"So you and Oliver have gotten close," he rose an eyebrow.

"It's not like that."

The bell rang.