Matt sat at the posh restaurant waiting for Clara as she took a phone call up front. He was feeling quite good everything was going perfect; the music, the lightening, he even managed to get the best roses for her. Nothing could go wrong.
He was busy looking at the menu when he heard her phone vibrate for about a minute then stop. He glanced at the screen; there was a voicemail on it.
Matt knew it was wrong but curiosity got the best of him. Making sure Clara was still gone he picked it up and listened.
"Hi, its David I could've text but it didn't seem proper so I want to say thanks for all you've done and as promised I haven't told anyone what we've been doing but I think we might need to at least need to tell Matt, now, anyway bye!"
Matt frowned. "What was he talking about?" He tried to brush it off. Maybe it was nothing, maybe he was just paranoid, right?
Just then her voice broke into his thoughts."Hi, I'm back" She smiled kissing his cheek. "Sorry, I had to talk to dad."
He smiled slightly as she sat down. "It's okay. I hope it's alright I ordered us some wine." Clara arched her eyebrow smirking. "My, aren't you romantic." She flirted.
"Well, I do try." Matt grinned tugging the collar of his sky blue buttoned down shirt. Soon their waiter arrived and they ordered their food after he left Matt took Clara's hand and gently stroked her fingers.
"I'm glad we could do this." He said. She smiled. "Me too and I'm sorry I was so busy."
Matt's expression changed and looked a little bothered. Clara frowned concerned. "What's wrong?"
He sighed. "Well, I know it's none of my business but I just heard your voicemail." Clara shook her head. "No it's fine. What'd it say?" She asked sipping some wine.
"It was David he was thanking you." He replied. "Okay." She shrugged. "And he said he kept his promise of not telling anyone something…even me." He replied softly.
Clara brushed it off with her hand. "Oh, that! It's okay, now. You see I was doing some computer work for David cause' he" She was interrupted by Matt snickering.
"What?" She said slightly offended. He shook his head. "I'm sorry it's just I don't believe you." Clara frowned. "Why?" "You're terrible with computers," He scoffed. "Why don't you just be honest?"
Clara pulled her hand away. "What are you talking about?" "Oh, that you're seeing David, perhaps." Matt remarked nonchalant drinking some wine.
"What?" She exclaimed.
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, come now you were seeing him all the time." "I was helping him out." She protested. "Yeah, I bet." He scoffed.
Clara looked at him disbelief. "I can't believe you would think I would cheat on you and why would I hurt Amy?" "I don't know you tell me." He shrugged.
"You can't be serious." Clara scoffed. Matt sighed. "Look, just tell me the truth and we'll move on, yeah?"
"I am telling the truth." She replied fighting back tears. He groaned. "And here come the tears you know you really should go into acting." He smirked bitterly.
Clara was stung by his cruel words. This couldn't be the same guy she fell in love with but he just sat there with a cold unfeeling stare. She could feel the tears burning in her eyes but refused to cry in front of him.
She abruptly stood from the table glaring at him. "Go to hell." She choked splashing a glass of wine at him before storming out of restaurant not caring about who was staring at her. Matt sighed wiping his face with a napkin. "That went well." He muttered.
David knew he was in trouble. He knew he was late but it wasn't his fault. The computers at the store went down at the checkout and he had to help fix them before they could ring up the customers but with the relationship in trouble he knew that probably wouldn't make a difference.
He reached Amy's apartment door and reluctantly knocked. Amy answered the door dressed in her pajamas glaring at him. "Hi." She said folding her arms. He sighed walking inside. "I know I'm late. I'm sorry."
Amy glanced at her watch. "Yeah, you're very late." She scoffed. "I can explain." He insisted. She nodded. "I'm sure you can." Her stares made him feel like he felt like he was trial. "The computers went down and I had to help fix them." David explained.
She bit the inside of her cheek. "I don't believe you." "But I'm telling the truth." David swore.
She gave a nod. "Alright, show me your phone." He frowned. "What for?" "You want me to believe you, yeah? Then show me your phone and let me see who's called." Amy repeated firmly.
David sighed. "Alright." He handed her the phone. He shook his head. This was pointless she wasn't going to find anything.
"Well?" He sighed exasperated. Amy responded by slapping him hard.
"Oi'! What was that for?" He scowled holding his cheek. "Read the damn text!" She yelled. David looked at it. A glaring text from Brittney thanking for him the best sex ever was on his screen.
He shook his head. "No, this is wrong. I wasn't anywhere near her! She doesn't even have my number."
"Oh and I suppose that text just magically appeared." She remarked. "I was on my knees fixing computers at work when this was sent." He insisted.
Amy scoffed fighting back tears. "Oh, I bet you were!" "I haven't done anything!" David protested. Why didn't she believe him?
"Stop just stop," Amy shook her head. "I can't believe you did this! I never want to see you again, we are done!" She snapped. "You can't mean that," David looked at her in disbelief. "You have to believe me, I swear Amy I haven't been near Brittney!" He choked.
She glared at him holding back tears. "As far as I'm concerned every word you've ever said to me means nothing, now get out!" David looked at the girl that swore would never break his heart and promised to trust him was now killing him inside.
He nodded. "Alright, but the only one that's wrong is you and shame on me for thinking you were different." He walked out slamming the door.
Once outside the tears fell stinging his eyes his heart was broken but David felt he had no one to blame but himself for opening his heart to someone. Finally he took a deep breath and wiping his eyes he shoved his in his pockets and walked away.
Amy was so furious and hurt. She felt embarrassed and foolish for trusting him. How could he do this to her? She lay on the couch crying softly until she fell asleep.
She wasn't sure how long she slept when her phone suddenly rang. She slowly sat up and the memory of what had happened returned and she glared at her cell phone. "Oh that had better not be him." "Hello?" Amy answered coldly. "Yeah, hi this is Chris, David's boss. Did I call at a bad time, I know it's late?" He asked uncertain.
"Uh, no, what is it?" She replied trying to sound calm. "Is David there, I can't reach him his phone's off and there no one answering at his flat?" Chris replied.
"Why don't you ask Brittney?' Amy thought bitterly. "No, he's not. What is it?" She sniffed. "Well, could you ask David to stop by tomorrow to pick up his overtime pay?" He asked.
"Overtime?" She replied confused. "Well, it's the least I could do after he helped fixed the computers." Chris explained.
"H-he what?" Amy replied feeling her heart drop. "Yeah he fixed the computers, I know you had a date but unfortunately it took a couple of hours and he didn't get done till after 10:00 so I apologize if he was late but if you could tell him I'd appreciate it."
"Uh, sure." She replied softly. "Thanks, bye." Chris said hanging up.
Amy didn't bother to hang up the cell phone instead kept it clutched in her hand tightly in her lap as the realization came over her and she choked back a sob. "He was telling the truth."