I got an opinion on this one. . . I guess I wanted to know how good it was, if it flowed

I was told it did. . . so I hope it does. . .I tried, right??

Um. . .review I guess. . . . and if anyone has any more grammical stuff they could always tell me (though i don't mean grammical stuff from my author n ote, cause I know here it isnt that hott)

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Chapter 10

What's Wrong?

It was just getting worse, Matt decided as he watched Sora walk toward the car. He sighed. Everything seemed to be going downhill for him. Starting with the surprise that had occurred last night.

Flashback you could say

Matt had walked in, late after practice.

School had been bearable. The whole time Sora had constantly been questioning where he was, and she still wouldn't tell him what was wrong. Practice had been better. He really just wanted to go to bed and not go to school tomorrow.

Or hope that this was all just a bad dream. And that he'd wake up and it go back to normal.

He opened the front door to hear voices in the living room. Assuming they were the television, he walked in.

His dad wasn't home yet . . . or so he thought.

Sitting on the couch was his father. And the voice had not been from the television, which was off, but the woman besides him.

The woman beside him was not anyone he knew.

Actually since his parents had been divorced his father had never shown any sign in thinking about dating.

He probably wouldn't have been so pissed, but it was awkward seeing your father kissing this woman in front of you, on the couch.

Really awkward.

Which promptly caused him to charge into his room and lock himself in there.

He wasn't sulking he was just pissed. Pissed that his dad could come home early for this person and not him. Pissed that after all these years his father wouldn't tell him first that he had met someone. Pissed because this easily could not be his first. Pissed because, what else was he suppose to be?

He ignored his father's pleas for talking this out. It was too late. He didn't want to talk about it before, why talk about it now.

When he'd woken up his father had been gone. He hoped that it would be dropped but, he doubted that.

Sora got in the car, muttering a "Hello."

"How are you?" he asked.

"Fine."

"How was your evening?" he was being so damn polite.

"Fine."

"Anything exciting happen?"

"No."

Could she answer in more than one word, could she actually acknowledge his presence? The car rides were becoming more and more like this. Matt started pulling out of the parking lot and made his way toward school.

Something was wrong. She either didn't talk at all or always was questioning what he did. She asked about Tai a lot too.

Sora on the other hand was upset. The shopping trip had been an awkward and quiet event. School had started again and homecoming was getting closer.

She was going with Matt, but did she want to?

Matt and her had become like robots. He asked the same question every morning and she answered in her one word sentences.

Maybe it was a little her fault. She wasn't being very conversational. It just didn't feel right.

They arrived at school. Matt opened her door and in silence they made it toward the building.

This was when Sora saw Sam walking in.

She hadn't come from the student parking lot; Sora vaguely wondered where she lived.

She frowned at the red head in front of her. It was her fault this was happening. If she hadn't become more than friend with Tai then they wouldn't have to worry about all this.

She would be happy.

Sora sighed, "Matt, I have to go to the bathroom, see you later," she said going into the bathroom.

Matt watched her. What was wrong?

Just then Sam's lunch bag ripped, the apple rolling on the floor.

"Shit," she said dropping her bag to bend over and pick up the food.

Matt helped, smiling.

"Thanks," Sam said as he passed her the apple. She now had her lunch in her arms, debating on how to pick her back pack up and hold all this food.

"Here," Matt said grabbing her bag.

She blushed, "Oh, you don't have to do that," she tried to take the bag from him but the apple hit the floor again.

He laughed.

She chased after it.

"Come on," he said leading the way.

She followed.

"I bet we could get a bag from the cafeteria," he said.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," he said smiling.

"I'm glad you're so happy over this," she said.

"Sorry." He said trying to frown.

"It's ok, glad to make someone's day, I'll try to do it more often."

He smiled. Why couldn't Sora be like this, easy to talk to, fun to be around. What had happened to her, a frown appeared on his lips.

"I'm sorry, I guess. . ."

He looked at her confused.

"I can take my bag you don't need to come with me," she muttered.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You're frowning."

He laughed.

Sam stared at him, and then laughed with him.

"It has nothing to do with you," he said holding the cafeteria door open for her.

"You sure?" she asked.

"What would have done?"

"I don't know, there are countless things that I've done and probably shouldn't," she said.

"Well I haven't seen any," he said smiling as they made their way toward the lunch ladies.

She smiled.

He stopped at one of them, "Excuse me, could we have a brown bag?"

"Sure," one of the ladies hurried to get him one.

Sam sighed, looking around the cafeteria. It was pretty empty, only a few people talking and milling around. Most people were probably at their lockers.

"Here you go," Matt said smiling, for some reason she was bringing him out of his mood.

"Thanks," she said, dumping her lunch into it.

"Why are you never at lunch?" he asked.

"Oh,". . . . . she tended to avoid the cafeteria, it was just what she did, she usually ate in the art room, or went to the library for lunch. She never seemed to have enough time to do homework.

"Do you just not eat?" he asked.

"Oh, I eat, I just usually hang out with the" . . . .if she said people she had a feeling he'd ask who. . . and she hung out with paint brushes. . . "I usually try to get ahead on homework."

"Oh."

"Well I'll see you around," she said tugging her backpack from his shoulder.

"Yeah," he said handing it to her.

She left the cafeteria only to bump into Sora. A not very happy looking Sora.

Shit.

Sora was furious.

He had been flirting with her.

Well she wasn't exactly sure but . . . Why was Matt with her.

She questioned Matt as he walked her to Science, "What were you doing with Sam this morning?"

He was surprised at first; it was more than a word.

"So?" She said, this wait confirmed her suspicion.

"Her lunch bag broke," he said.

"Oh," Sora said, how much did she really believe it though.

"You're over reacting Sora," Matt pulled her to the side of the hallway, "Relax okay, I think you're a little stressed out, do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm not stressed out."

"Ok. . ." He didn't know what to do. He wasn't the person to go give anyone a therapy session, but he was trying. He was trying to get her to open up, even if it was a little. She just was being so. . .

"I'll see you later Matt," and she left. Matt stared after her, the bell rang. He was late for Math.

The teacher hadn't even noticed that he'd slipped in late. He'd taken his usual spot in front of Sam, who was doodling in her notebook.

He wanted to figure out what was wrong with Sora.

He really wanted to make this work.

He just didn't know what was wrong.

He did though. He could hear a page turn behind him.

They were sitting at lunch.

Matt was next to Sora like usual but she was ignoring him.

She had sat down and striked up a conversation with Kari before he could say anything.

He was trying.

It had been like this all week. At any possible moment he tried to talk to her she'd make up an excuse. Canceled the date the previous weekend because of something, like he said she was avoiding him at all costs.

He had no clue what was wrong.

Sora on the other hand wasn't sure where Tai was. He hadn't shown up yet.

Then he did, he walked into the cafeteria.

He was just one of those guys that when they walked into the cafeteria the sea parted. Not really, but everyone noticed him. He knew everyone. People stopped to congratulate him, people waved at him, people just loved him.

Which was a big difference between him and Matt. People looked up to him, and admired him, but basically gave him space; girls might gush over him, might stalk him, but be too terrified to talk to him.

Unfortunately Tai didn't have that problem. Everyone wanted to be with him.

She wished she could have a barrier between him and everyone else.

Damn it, why did she think about him like this, she was dating Matt.

But. . . That thing, catching him this morning with her. Didn't she have enough taking just Tai, why did she have to have Matt too.

She sighed in frustration.

"Sora, is something wrong?" Matt asked.

"No," she said.

He stared at her.

"Hey guys," Tai said squeezing next to Sora.

She could feel his hand on her shoulder and he sat down.

"What's up?"

"Are you going to homecoming with that senior?" Yolei said, gesturing to one of the girls Tai had stopped and talked too.

"No."

"He's going with Sam," Kari said.

"I thought she said over her dead body," Yolei replied.

"Tai told me they were going together," Kari said.

Both girls looked expectedly at Tai.

"We are," he said.

Matt laughed.

"We are," he repeated.

"Did she die then?" Matt asked.

"No, she's going alive."

"Yeah," Matt rolled his eyes.

"Well I'm sorry that we can't all have beautiful girls like Sora," he said elbowing her.

"You don't think Sam's gorgeous?" Davis said shocked.

"She's ok. . ."

"Come on doesn't anyone else think she's hot?"

"I did hear a few guys talking about her," Izzy said.

"And?" Davis asked, hopping he was going to support him.

"They did say she was attractive."

"You mean like super attractive," Davis said.

"She doesn't really dress to emphasize it," Tai said.

"She did look pretty good in that mini skirt," Yolei said thoughtfully.

"Yeah I bet Tai's only seen her when she plays soccer and at school," Davis said.

"These uniforms aren't very flattering," Yolei said.

"Yeah, it wasn't the nicest color," Kari agreed.

"I wish they could have done a purple," Yolei said.

"No. . ."

"If Mimi was here she would say pink," Kari said smiling.

Davis made face.

"Real men wear pink, right T.K." Kari said snuggling into his arms.

"Yeah. . ."

"I wear pink all the time," Davis said.

"Yeah. . ."

"I do T.F. so shut it," Davis said.

"I must agree with T.K." Yolei said.

Davis glared at her.

Sora stared off into space, not really part of the conversation, she had so much on her mind.

Matt didn't want to go home after practice.

He'd see his dad, the guy he was trying to avoid.

So instead he made his way to Sora's.

Pulling into her lot he got out of the car and started walking up the stairs.

He hoped Tai wasn't around, or staying in his house, he didn't want to see him.

He hadn't been to Sora's in a while. She never really liked being there, so he usually avoided it with her.

Now she was avoiding him.

He sighed; he got to her door and knocked.

Sora's mother opened.

"Hello Ms. Takenouchi," Matt said politely.

"Hello Matt," she said smiling.

At times he didn't know what Sora meant when she said her mother didn't 'approve' but he didn't live with her.

"Is Sora home?" he asked.

"Yes," she said smiling, "Come on in, I'll get her."

Matt stood there waiting for Sora while Ms. Takenouchi went to find Sora.

"Hey," Sora said, coming out with her mug.

"Hello," Matt said.

"Let's go," Sora said walking outside.

"Bye Ms. Takenouchi," Matt said politely following, feeling awkward. No hello hug or kiss he supposed.

She stopped outside leaning against the apartment when Matt closed the door.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"What's with you?" she asked.

He stared at her taken aback.

"Who do you think you are?" she asked.

"Sora are you okay?" Matt asked.

"No, I'm not, okay, took you long enough," she spat.

"What?" What the hell was happening, he practically asked everyday if something was wrong.

"It's over Matt I'm sorry," she said.

"Sora wait what are you talking about?" he said.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked, "Half the time you don't notice me anymore."

"Sora I always. . ."

"NO, CAN YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD WHERE OVER," she screamed.

"Sora. . ." what the hell was going on?

"It's over, Matt, I don't love you, I've moved on, I don't care about you anymore, I'm. . ." she was crying.

He wanted to comfort her. Wanted to go over and hug her, but when he took a step she stepped back.

"Over," she repeated more to herself then him.

"Sora can we talk this out?" he asked.

"No, no, no," and then she dumped her coffee on him and fled.

Matt stared at the door she had just slammed, the coffee dribbling on his shirt was hot.

Sora was on the other side sobbing. Why did she do this, did she really want to hurt him, but if she didn't do it she would have hurt him more. . . .

Matt on the other side of the door, wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to go home, or see anyone, so he left.

He got in his car and started driving.

He finally had gotten out at a restaurant, and now was sitting down at a table. He was ripping apart a piece of bread into little pieces.

"Matt, the bread didn't do anything to you," someone said.

Someone he knew, all too well.