"No-one kissed me"
"No no Doctor I heard you very well just then and you definitely just stated that someone kissed you"
The Doctor swallowed back his emotion, he wasn't quite sure - he never really fully got the emotion thingy, but from looking at her face, at his Clara's face it was clear as the moons of Araphoxkia that she was hiding something and he prayed she hadn't heard too much.
Angie came to his rescue,
"The Doctor was just telling us about this girl he took a shining to on a trip to Victorian London"
"The girl who kissed you?" Clara was again trying to hide her emotions behind a teasing tone but it was clear to both Angie and Artie, although less so to the Doctor that Angie's words had hit her hard. She was looking at the Doctor her eyes wide and almost begging him to deny the truth - that he had been kissed and seemingly had enjoyed being kissed by a girl, in Victorian London.
His cheeks reddened and this was all the confirmation she needed. For a brief moment, one so brief it was barely undetectable she seemed to crumble and her eyes fade then she steeled herself made hasty excuses and walked calmly to the door at the bottom of the stairs. It was only when she had left the sight of the three pairs of concerned eyes in the kitchen that they heard the pounding of her footsteps as she ran to her room and just before the slamming of her door a faint but pained sob could be heard through the otherwise silent Maitland house.
She buried her face in the pillow relishing the soft comfort it provided, then it hit her that the Doctor brought her comfort and she threw the pillow to the side of the room, a single act of defiance to the news which had crushed her and then her fight went and she collapsed on the bed and sobbed silently. She sobbed for the Doctor and how he obviously didn't, couldn't feel for her like she felt for him. She sobbed for the fact someone else had touched their lips to his and he had enjoyed it had enjoyed her. She sobbed for the fact he couldn't even bring himself to tell her - he obviously deemed her so pathetic, so childish he was scared to even tell her he had found someone, scared she would react like she did, in a fit of tears that reminded her of someone more Angie's age than hers. She sobbed for the fact he evidently put as much time between their weekly meetings as he could flying off to Victorian London the second he could rid of her, for all she knew he put years between their meetings dreading their Wednesday with a passion with which she looked forward to them. But this wasn't all she sobbed for. She sobbed for her embarrassment. She sobbed for the way she had clearly revealed every hidden emotion and he had sat there and let her run it wasn't even him - it was Angie - that had finally put her out of her misery as she had silently and desperately begged for the words she heard leaving the Doctor's lips to be a lie.
Then no more tears came.
She sat up, drying her eyes with a rough hand only noticing then they were shaking.
She picked up the pillow, smoothed out the wrinkles in her sheets, swallowed her pride and walked downstairs.