It's Better If You Don't Understand

"I've said sorry like 100 times."

"Doesn't change the fact that you did it."

"I was drunk-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Darcy, but you were in the wrong on more than one level – you have a fucking boyfriend. You remind me all the time but forget when it's convenient to you, is that right?"

Darcy turned in the car seat to glare at Jon. They were on their way to training and the car ride was as tense as all their time together had been. Darcy put her feet onto the dashboard, facing the road again, ignoring the look she received from Jon.

"Mox-nix. This isn't about Harry."

Jon laughed sarcastically, "Everything is about Harry. Just fucking break up with him and stop feeling guilty about everything."

"I don't-" she was midway through rejecting his accusation when she realised that she did feel guilty. Granted it wasn't as much guilt as she should have felt but it was there. "I'm not breaking up with him."

"You might as well because you never see him, from what you say about him he's a fucking dick and it's safe to say that you've cheated on him with me. They're pretty good reasons to break up with someone if you ask me."

"Good thing I didn't fucking ask you," Darcy snarled, unbuckling her seatbelt as they pulled into the parking lot. He'd barely put the car in park when she threw open the door, pulled her gym bag over her shoulder and stormed into the building.

"Well done you fucking moron," Darcy laughed as she walked into the medical room and saw her friend sitting on the edge of the trainer's table. She moved to stand beside Matt as his right ankle was being strapped up. "Verdict?"

"Just a sprain," he told her gruffly, tensing when Heather tightened the bandage.

"He has to stay off of it for a few days." Darcy looked at Heather and nodded before turning to Matt and hitting his shoulder.

"I get to ride your bike."

"You can't ride my bike."

Matt's face said it all, furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth. Darcy just smiled at him, the thought of getting to ride his motorbike made her extraordinarily happy. She had only ridden it once before and she had loved it. Bikes were something she loved to ride; she got her motorcycle licence at eighteen on a terrible little thing that she'd had to sell when she moved to Florida. Since she moved down, one of the only things she'd wanted to do was ride Matt's bike.

"Jon can drive you and I'll ride the bike... Otherwise it's gonna have to stay here for a few days."

Matt groaned loudly, falling onto his back, "You're too small to ride my bike."

"Not true!" She protested. "I'm too small to own your bike. I can ride it 20 minutes down the road."

When Matt was let out of Heather's eye, he pushed down on her left shoulder with his right hand, using her as a support. She clenched her teeth at the weight he was forcing down on her but didn't protest. They made their way to the locker room so that Matt could collect his bags.

"That bad?" Colby asked with a cringe as Matt dropped down onto the bench beside his things. Matt repeated what Heather had told him and received sympathetic comments from everyone in the room. Darcy, still standing in the doorway, directed her next comment at Jon.

"You're gonna have to drive him home."

Matt turned to him, "Unless you can ride a bike."

Darcy laughed, knowing full well that Jon couldn't. With a smile on her face, Darcy helped Matt pack up everything before pulling his bags over her shoulders. Having hers and his on her shoulders weighed her down but it was a far better option than Matt pushing down on her – that was better suited to Jon.

After throwing everything into Jon's trunk, Matt dropped his helmet onto her head. It wasn't a full helmet, just one that sat on top of his head, but on Darcy it was far too big.

"I'm older than 21 I can ride without a helmet," Darcy protested, reaching up to take the helmet off.

"I can't afford that exemption," he said sternly, referring to Florida's motorcycle laws. "There's no chance in hell you can."

She struggled as he moved to buckle up the helmet under her chin. Her swatting of his hands was futile; he was not worried about it at all. When it was tight under her chin, she tugged at it angrily. It had to be tight to stop it from moving around too much on her skull, but it was digging into her skin and really uncomfortable.

Darcy had to jump slightly to lift her leg over the bike and she couldn't go flat foot when she was sitting on it but she was ready. Before the guys could get into the car, Darcy pushed back on the pedal and turned down the handle. The bike took off and she lifted her other foot off the ground, leaving Matt and Jon behind.

Jon helped Matt inside and stood off to the side as Darcy got him settled. She knew her way around the house after having lived there for so long so he didn't want to get in the way.

"Jon, I'm just going to use the bathroom wuntz, is that okay?"

Jon nodded at her and she all but ran around the corner.

While washing her hands, she heard the guys talking in hushed voices. With a furrowed brow, she moved to hide behind the wall nearest them, listening in on their conversation.

"I swear-"

"I don't need the 'if you hurt her' lecture. Nothing is going on." There was a moment of silence – probably Matt doing a better job at keeping his voice down. "She has a boyfriend."

"Yeah, the no-show boyfriend. You're being a better one just by being around. Man, all I'm saying is that she's in a weird headspace."

"What do you mean?"

"She's trying to do the right thing. It's written all over her face – I've known her for years – she doesn't know what the right thing is."

Having enough of the conversation, Darcy turned around and pulled the bathroom door shut loudly so that they would stop speaking.

Jon turned to her, acting as if nothing had happened, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah." She looked at Matt, "You need anything else?"

He requested a glass of water and Darcy went to the kitchen, Jon telling her that he would meet her in the car.

"Since when are you calling him 'Jon'?" Matt asked as Darcy set the glass of water down on the table in front of him.

"Huh?"

"You only ever call him 'Mox', when did 'Jon' happen?"

"Oh," Darcy muttered, before shrugging and turning her back on Matt. "I don't know. I guess it just happened?"

"You should just fuck and get it over with," Matt said causing Darcy to close her eyes and sigh angrily.

She turned to him shaking her head, "I'm leaving you here. Don't bother calling me to help you because that comment just lost you all help."

"It was worth it," he assured her with a smirk. Darcy flipped him off as she walked to the front door, letting it slam shut when she walked through it.

She entered Jon's car in a similar manner, dropping down heavily into the seat and slamming the car door shut behind her – Jon winced – before crossing her arms without putting on her seatbelt. Jon stared straight ahead, not even turning the key and starting the engine, as he waited for Darcy to put it on.

"I didn't know you could ride. I'm not surprised but... No, I guess I kind of am surprised."

Darcy shrugged, "It was cheaper than owning a car."

The air in the car was still thick – the tension had not yet disappeared but it had switched. Darcy was angry at him for the comments he made earlier that morning. Jon hadn't forgiven her – he wasn't sure he could – but he was making more of an effort to relax.

When they reached his house, Darcy silently made her way to his study. He wasn't paying any attention to her so she sat down on the floor in front of her suitcase and pulled everything out of it.

The plan – the first stage of it, anyway – was for her to move out. Throughout the day she'd been subtly asking Saraya questions about her living situation. It made her skin crawl to hear that she was living with Summer Rae but if it meant getting away from Jon she was willing to do just about anything.

Darcy wasn't one for quitting but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"What are you doing?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"I'm going to find somewhere else to stay before this gets weirder," she explained evenly, keeping her head down as she placed a shirt into her case.

Jon furrowed his brow, "You don't need to leave."

"Trust me," she sighed, shaking out a jumper before setting it out flat in front of her. "I need to leave. I can't keep apologising. It's hurting my ego."

"Stop doing things you need to apologise for."

Darcy huffed loudly, "It's not that easy." She closed her eyes after she'd put the jumper away. She was silently willing Jon to leave. He stayed where he was.

"I know." He paused momentarily before repeating himself, "You don't need to leave."

She breathed out a laugh and opened her eyes, "You just agreed that it wasn't that easy." She hastily snatched at a pair of jeans, folding them with less care than she had anything else.

"Neither of us are strangers to hard."

Darcy dropped the jeans into her suitcase and lifted her head. She eyed him curiously and sighed when she realised that he meant it. She wiped both hands down her face and took multiple deep breaths before firmly stating, that they had to firmly implement the rule about not mentioning Harry. Jon agreed with no hesitation.

He held out his hand, offering to help her up and when she took it, he pulled her to her feet with so much force that she collided with his chest. To stop her from falling backwards Jon quickly wrapped his arms around her. Darcy's breath hitched in her throat and Jon seemed to be frozen in place.

"Easy sounds really good right about now," Darcy mumbled, making no effort to pull away.

"Yeah, doesn't it."