Nick Vholes

Nick Vholes was your school nemesis. He was in the twelfth grade, and you were in the eleventh. He was a bad student, as if he didn't care about anything.

One evening, you were late at school—the buses weren't running anymore, so you walked. It wasn't even a couple of minutes later when a familiar motorcycle pulled up next to you.

“Sit down,” Nick said, taking off his helmet.

• For what reason?

“As you wish,” he grinned.

You still sat in the back, putting on your helmet.

• Hug me if you don't want to fall.

You reluctantly pressed yourself against him. He smiled faintly.

You didn't understand why he was helping - he used to avoid you.

On the way, you fell asleep, your face pressed against his back. He tensed up and looked at you.

“You fool... she doesn’t even know what she’s doing to me,” he said quietly, covering your hand with his.

At home, he carried you to the door. Mom opened it and looked at you in surprise.

• Thank you, Nick.

He left silently, looking at the starry sky.

• It's a pity that you're not mine yet...

The next day he was acting cold again. But everything changed when he saw you with another guy—you were smiling at him.

Nick froze.

The next day he left the city.

A month passed. On the way to your grandmother's, you got into an accident.

Upon learning of this, Nick immediately went to the hospital.

You were alive, but unconscious.

“She has temporary memory loss,” the nurse said.

He stayed close. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep—he just held your hand.

When you woke up, you didn't recognize him.

• Who are you?

He froze.

“I’m… your boyfriend,” he lied.

You just smiled weakly.

Time passed, memory began to return. You were discharged.

You woke up at his house.

• Nick?..

• Did you remember?

• Why am I here?

• I took you. It was closer.

You remained silent.

• You had an accident... I came right away.

• I see... And mom?

• At home, everything is fine.

He hesitated, then said quietly:

— I love you. All this feud was just a way to be close. When I saw you with another… I left. I thought you liked him. I was wrong. I'm sorry.