Hours later, they woke up in bed together, tangled in the sheets. John yawned and lent over to check the time, a smirk on his face as he glanced to Clara laying fast asleep on her stomach, 'Darling, its eight thirty… We have half an hour to head to class,'
Clara only grumbled in response before she arose carefully, 'Fuck… I have a test today,' she swallowed, a little bit panicked as she flipped onto her back, her head spinning from the swift motion.
John laughed and sat up, clearly amused by her eagerness to go and complete her test. He was more laid back, being a music student, he didn't have many exams to complete, apart from performing in front of his lecture hall. He lent forward and placed a single kiss on her shoulder.
'Don't panic, you're top of the class all the time, you have nothing to worry about.'
Clara rolled her eyes, 'Easy for you to say, I was supposed to study,' she groaned, her tone playful.
Clara stood up and pulled on her knickers and trousers, a wide smile on her face as she noticed how he was still sprawled across his bed, stark naked.
'I'll see you soon…' she whispered lovingly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before leaving.
A few hours later, Clara walked back into the dorm, she was sure she passed her exam and wanted to celebrate with john. But before she could even walk across the living area to reach him, Jack intervened her pathway and slapped John hard across the back, handing him a wad of cash.
'I didn't think you'd actually pull it off… Sleeping with her before the term was over,' he mused.
Clara's heart suddenly sank when she heard Jack's words. Was it all just a bet? Clara was on the verge of tears, but quickly dried them as she walked up to them and forced John to face her, she didn't give him a chance to speak as she slapped him as hard as she could across the face, turning to walk from the room.
John winced, almost falling right off his feet when Clara slapped him as hard as she did, 'How can a person as small as you hit THAT hard? What was that for?!' he exclaimed, glancing to Jack who held his hands up and backed away.
Oh.
She had heard them.
John swallowed roughly and stared down at his feet, 'Clara, I can't make excuses for what you heard… But I didn't do all this just to win a bet.'
Clara crossed her arms and scoffed, 'No! You clearly did it for the money,' she swallowed, glancing to his hands that held the wad of cash.
Clara raised her hands defensively, keeping him at arms length, 'Don't – Just keep away from me, John!' she yelled, the frustration clear in her voice as she ran back to her dorm.
A few weeks later, Clara had put in a transfer to a different dorm, and had hardly seen him since then, 'Why do I need to go? He'll be there,' she told Amy, who'd been trying to force her to go to a party.
'Anyways, look at me, I'm getting so bloated and I don't even know why,'
Amy sighed and rolled her eyes at her, 'You can't avoid him forever, Clara…' she muttered, sending her friend a sympathetic gaze, 'You go to the same University, with the same friends. And you're so stubborn you can't even let him explain himself,'
Amy laid back on the couch, her feet on the wall as Clara did the same, 'Wind? I don't know why you're bloated, but knowing you, you're being dramatic about it.'
Clara bit on her lower lip, she'd missed her period, but she was sure it was nothing, or rather hoped. Whatever it was, she couldn't tell Amy, she knew she'd go telling Rory and word might get out.
Clara let out a puff of air as she slapped her arm, 'I know what I saw, it was clear, but you're right, I can't spend the rest of the year locked in my room.'
Clara jumped up and headed to her closest, 'I need a revenge outfit… Something that'll make him realise what his lost,'
Amy sighed and decided to just let Clara do what she wanted, she could deal with the consequences later, 'Why don't you make him jealous with a woman?' she muttered, an arch of her eyebrow as the redhead ran her fingers through her hair.
'Boys hate it when their ego is bruised by a girl fucking his ex,'
Clara rolled her eyes, 'No, I don't want to sleep with any of his ex girlfriends, Amy,' she shot her a weird look, 'I just want to make him miss when he briefly had,'
Clara changed in front of her, into a tight black dress, that just happened to be lace, 'What about this one? Does it scream, fuck me?'
The redhead looked her up and down, 'Uh,' Amy cleared her throat and placed her book down, taking notice of the dress she was wearing, 'I'd fuck you in that, and I'm not into girls.'
Clara sent her a wink, 'Maybe if Rory doesn't mind,' she teased, quickly doing her make up.
Clara put on her heels, adding a couple of inches to her height before walking out with Amy, and towards the party. She had a good feeling about tonight.
Once they arrived, Amy went straight over to the alcohol, downing her first shot as she forced a couple of shots down Clara and once they were relatively tipsy, John had arrived. He had changed completely, his beard was gone, no stubble in sight and he had cut his hair short and shaved at the sides. He was wearing tightly fit trousers, a white shirt and a smart blazer and Amy had to admit, he looked good.
Clara pushed her friend's hand away as she tried to force her to take another shot. For some reason, it wasn't sitting well with her tonight. Her senses seemed extra sensitive as she got a bad waft of food and she quickly ran to the restroom before throwing up very drop of alcohol she had drank. She gave herself a once over, before approving of her appearance, she still looked acceptable. Clara walked from the bathroom, and only regretted it when she found herself standing right in front of John, she had to admit, he looked pretty good in those tight trousers.
John grabbed at her forearms so she couldn't fall over, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he simply stared at her, really it was just an excuse to touch her, 'Hi,' he almost growled, trying to make it out as if he was still mad at her.
Flashes of them making love raced through his head as he quickly avoided eye contact with her, 'Have a nice night,' he told her, before brushing past Clara and leaving her stood there.
Clara rolled her eyes, mumbling a few curse words under her breath before leaving in the other direction. She hated the way he made her feel, why was it always so complicated between them?
Clara spent the next couple of hours dancing and ultimately laughing once more, until she saw him with someone, someone much prettier than herself. Her eyes lingered down until she spotted a ring on her finger and immediately grabbed Amy, letting her know she was leaving early.
Amy raced after her, grabbing her coat as she mostly ran after her, 'Clara!' she yelled, turning her to face her as she looked her in the eye, 'Why are you running away for? What's gotten into you? Do you really hate him that much you can't even be in a room with him?'
Clara stopped mid stride, before turning to face her, 'He's with someone! The tight clothes, the clean shave, that's all her doing,' she spat, her arms flying about to make her point.
'For fuck sake, Amy, she had an engagement ring on, he has clearly moved on! I clearly didn't mean shit to him!' she exclaimed, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea before she threw up into the bush beside them, wiping her face.
Amy sighed and immediately ran to her friend, rubbing her back, 'Clara, come on, don't be ridiculous, he isn't engaged. It's only been weeks, he wouldn't have moved on that quickly,' she whispered, she believed in John, she had faith he was a better man than that.
'You know him, you know he loves you, everybody can see that,'
Clara groaned, standing upright as she gestured her arm forward, 'Is that me overreacting?!' she motioned towards John and the girl he was with, who just happened to be kissing in front of everyone.
'Weeks can seem like a lifetime if he wasn't interested in me to begin with,'
A few more weeks later, and Clara realised she was in fact, pregnant and not just bloated.
She remembered crying throughout the entire night, with the test in her hand. What was she going to do? Her father would kill her, kill the baby she had growing inside of her. Clara soon dropped out of University before anyone could realise she was pregnant, she stayed with her best friend Nina and began working at a local diner.
When John had heard Clara had dropped from University, himself, River and Jack went on a search for her as Amy refused to tell him where she was. They were on a break from their search when they came to a diner, picking a booth to sit in. John looked over the menu, his shades on as a frown spread over his face when he felt River slapping at his arm.
John sighed and glared at her, 'What?' he murmured, turning his head to where River was pointing to and his eyes widened when he saw Clara.
She was sat with her back to them, her brown hair tied up and wearing a blue and white waitress uniform. His blue eyes dropped and widened even further when he noticed the baby bump.
Clara was drinking a milkshake as she sat on the stool, on a break from her shift. It was hell working there, the constant unwanted advances from sleazy men, the pay, but she had to push through if she wanted to have her baby. She sighed, but jumped when she felt someone touching her shoulder. Her heart almost fell out of her chest when she saw John in front of her, looking behind him to notice River and Jack sitting at a booth. She was about to tell him to leave, when he simply sat next to her.
'I can't talk, I have to get back to work.' She told him, standing up from the stool.
She was always trying to run away from him, and their problems.
John immediately stood up, moving to grab her hand as he turned her to face him, 'Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Why did you run away from me without letting me explain? All this over a stupid bet that didn't even matter,'
Clara pulled her wrist away from him, 'Stupid? Maybe it was stupid to you! You bet someone you could fuck me! I thought you loved me, John…'
Clara's boss quickly came to her side, asking if anything was wrong, and she simply shook her head and took out her pad and pencil, 'I have to go back to work, I can't talk right now,'
John sighed and stepped back, knowing he shouldn't push it. It was his fault she had run from him, but he wasn't expecting the fact they had made a child together. He clenched his jaw and made his way back to the booth, eating his food before he told River and Jack to meet him back at the University. John waited until Clara had finished her shift and continued to wait half the night before she came out to talk to him.
Clara pulled on her overcoat, and wrapped her scarf around her neck. It was dark and raining as she walked out of the diner. She sighed when she spotted John leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, 'Those things will kill you, ya know,' she muttered, pushing her hands into her pockets as she walked right past him.
John stamped it out and simply followed after Clara, 'Many things do, we all die in the end Clara, we just have to live our lives like every day is our last,' he sighed, stopping when she did.
Once she had turned around, his eyes fell on the slight bump of her stomach, 'Clara, I'm not saying this because I don't think you can look after our baby, you can… But, I think you should abort the baby,'
Clara stopped and turned to face him, her blood boiling as she slapped him across the face until he stumbled backwards, 'How dare you!' she yelled at him, shaking her head.
'Look, I get it. You had your little fun with me, even made a stupid bet… But don't worry about me being in your life, I know you're engaged, I know I meant nothing to you,' she sobbed, inhaling sharply as she looked him in the eye.
'For the record, this baby isn't even yours… So don't worry about it and fuck off! Go on, you get on your fucking motorbike and you go away! Go live your life!'
John managed to steady himself, staring at her in complete shock. He growled under his breath, rubbing at his cheek as the anger set in, 'I'm not engaged, you psycho! I kissed that girl to make you jealous and apparently it worked,' he spat, his glare tense and almost threatening as he dropped his hand from his face, shaking his head.
'You always were a terrible liar,' he muttered, pointing to her stomach, 'I care about that baby, I do, Clara, I really do. But right now, this baby is the worst thing that could happen to you right now. You need to complete University, you need a job, you can't support our child without a high paying job. Just… Think about the reality of it all, okay?'
Clara suddenly began to get highly defensive over her unborn child, 'This… This isn't your child, it's Psi's!' she yelled, knowing Psi had left the University and moved to the states, there was no way for John to verify it.
Her stare was cold as she watched him, how dare he want to get rid of their child!
'You may think a child is too much to handle, but I don't, I'll find a way to support my baby and myself,'
John shook his head, folding his arms over his chest, 'No, Clara… You really have no idea what you're doing,' he told her, knowing that mother's who had baby's young always gave them up.
'You're eighteen, it will get on top of you and then you will give that baby away and he or she will go through hell. Just think what's best for our son or daughter,'
Clara scoffed in exasperation, 'For the last time, this baby isn't yours!' she yelled, turning on her heel to walk away from John.
