Matt came back to an empty apartment, he smelled of red wine and his shirt was stained possibly ruined but he was too upset to care. He plopped into a chair and sat for a few minutes before the door flew opened and David stood there looking furious.
Stand up." He scowled. "Sorry?" Matt scoffed. "Stand up! If I'm going to talk to you I want you standing up, now, do it!" David ordered. Matt sighed and stood up. "Okay, now what?"
"You are an idiot!" He yelled. "You had me stand up for that?" Matt replied unimpressed sitting back down. David shook his head. "I just got a call from Clara."
Matt sighed. "Okay and?" David glared at him. "And the poor girl was crying and she told me you accused her of sleeping with me," He threw his hands up. "I mean are you kidding me?"
He shrugged. "It's true, isn't it," Matt glanced down at the floor. "I mean you two weren't giving me reasons to think otherwise." "For your information she was helping me get Brittney off my back by hacking into her grades on the computer and discovered she was lying just so I would tutor her." He replied pointing at him.
Matt rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah sure." "You don't believe me?" David replied. "No, I don't." He snipped. David bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. "Alright, have you checked the voice mail recently?"
"No, why?" He asked. David muttered bitterly reaching for the phone. He dialed up the voice mail then put it on speaker.
"Hello, David this Dean Oswald. I just received Brittney's grades from Clara and I must say it's quite interesting. Apparently your claims about her were right and I apologize for doubting you. I promise to fix the problem immediately and you are free to leave the program if you wish. Again you're a fine student and I apologize for any convenience this has caused."
After the beep he hung up the phone and folded his arms. "Satisfied?" Matt's shoulders sank realizing his mistake. "Oh, no." He rubbed his eyes groaning. "As I said before you're an idiot." David hissed.
"So Clara's good with computers, then?" Matt asked. He nodded. "Yeah, I was surprised when she told me but she keeps it secret so people won't bother her, being the Dean's daughter and all."
Matt folded his hands and shook his head. "But why didn't she tell me?" David sighed leaning the wall. "Would you of believed her if she did?" "Yes." Matt replied. "Oh, really?" He scoffed unconvinced.
Matt sighed. "Alright, no," He stood from the chair. "But she wouldn't tell me what was going on!"
"She tried but you were off in imagination land with your insecurities and didn't listen…as usual!" David exclaimed. "Okay, why are you mad at me," He asked exasperated. "You have Amy."
David shook his head. "No, I don't. She dumped me." "What? Why?" Matt asked shocked. He sighed heavily. "Somehow Brittney got my number and planted this text while I was at work thanking me for sex, of course it wasn't true but Amy didn't believe me so she broke up with me."
Matt shook his head. "I did warn you." "Oh, save it!" David snapped. "Anyway, I didn't come here to be lectured, I just came by to get an overnight bag." "Why?" Matt asked. "Because right now I don't want to be around you." He replied brushing past him.
Matt followed him to the bedroom. "What because I try to warn you about Brittney?"
He scoffed shoving clothes and school items into a large duffle bag. "God, you're thick," David paused looking at him angrily. This isn't about Brittney, Amy or Clara, it's about you even thinking inside your tiny brain that I would have an affair with your girlfriend."
He lowered his eyes ashamed. Now he that he thought about it maybe it was silly.
Folding his arms he shook his head. "Since we were kids I was there for you, every fight your parents had, every heartbreak, bad date, every one night stand that YOU thought would become something more," David said his voice getting louder. "All of it I was there but apparently it means nothing to you!"
Matt just looked at the deep hurt in his friend's eyes unsure what to say. "I-I'm sorry." He finally managed to get out.
David nodded. "I know I know you're sorry. You're always sorry. That seems to be such an easy answer for you, huh?"
He grabbed the bag and walked out of the room. "So where exactly are you going to go?" You don't have enough money for a hotel." Matt pointed out.
David rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid, Matt. I know that. I'm staying with Mickey for a couple of days until I can figure out what to do." "Wait, you're not living here, anymore?" He replied slightly shocked. Matt couldn't believe it this was his best friend since they were little kids, the two Musketeers.
David shrugged. "Don't know, yet." He opened the door but Matt stopped him. "But David, man, you're my best friend." David smirked sadly. "Yeah, I was, fancy that." He shook his head closing the door behind him.