The sound of the phone woke Clara in the middle of night she slowly woke up, her eyes feeling gritty and red from crying. She glanced over at the next bed Amy was asleep but she was hiding under her blanket, a habit of hers since they were kids.
It was her way of concealing she had been crying. Clara felt so guilty. She knew it was her fault. She had really messed up this time.
"So much for saving their relationship." Clara muttered.
The phone kept ringing and she got out of bed grumbling to herself and went to the living room to answer it. 'Hello?" She yawned.
"Clara, it's me, Matt."
Her exhaustion was quickly replaced by anger. "You have one hell of a lot of nerve calling here!" Clara hissed. "I know just please don't hang up." He begged. After a minute of silence she sighed. "Fine, what is it?"
"I was wrong. Tonight David played a voice mail from your dad explaining everything." Matt explained.
"David told you, then?" She replied unmoved. Matt sighed. "Yes and he's not talking to me either."
"Are you surprised?" Clara scoffed. "Not really." He admitted sadly. "So did you want?" She asked.
"I want to apologize, I know I messed up and I want to make things right especially with you." Matt replied desperately. She sighed. "Well, I'm sorry but not this time." "Please, Clara?" He choked.
"Maybe you can use this as a learning experience for the next time you decide to act like an ass." Clara remarked hanging up. She then stared at the phone for a minute; slightly tempted to call him back. Maybe he was sorry, maybe he did care but his cruel words replayed and she changed her mind. "I can't do it anymore." She said softly to herself and slowly went back to bed.
Friday evening David sat alone at the crowded pub finishing up his beer before heading back to Mickey's flat for take out and movies. Then his phone started ringing, again as it had everyday for a week. The sound was becoming a painful jab at his already broken heart. He didn't bother to check it this time and finally just turned it off not caring if it was Amy or Matt, again. He was done and just wanted to be left alone.
He sighed taking another sip when he heard a voice he really did not want to hear. "Is this seat taken?"
David glanced up at Brittney standing there grinning in a tight blue dress and heels her arms folded. "Oh, goody." He muttered.
"May I sit?" She asked. He shrugged. "Don't care; I'm leaving in a few minutes anyway," "How long have you been here?"
Brittney sat still smirking. "Oh, a while. I heard about what happened with Amy."
David scoffed. "Heard? You caused it by sending that bogus text." Brittney pouted. "Whatever do you mean?" She said innocently.
He chuckled bitterly. "You know, one of the things I find so interesting about you is your ability to fool people," He leaned over the table resting his arms. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"
She smirked. "Yes, I do," Brittney bit her lower lip tracing an imaginary circle on the table. "When I said I wanted you I meant it." She placed her hand on his stroking his fingers.
He bit the inside of his cheek removing and dropping her hand. "Funny, when I said no I meant it and yet you still don't listen but tell me clever clogs how did you get my number?" David took another drink.
She smiled. "Wasn't hard your friend with the chin really should be careful where he leaves his phone."
David smirked. "You know what? You are smart very smart, actually so you can imagine my surprise when a friend of mine discovered this." He handed her a piece of paper. She glanced at it. "What is it?"
"Your grades, well, your real grades it turns out you're very intelligent but you were paying an intern to alter them so I would tutor you, now isn't that something?" He scoffed.
Brittney rolled her eyes crumbling up the paper. "So what, you know I'm smart. You're single and fair game, now so I win."
David smiled. "Yeah, sorry still not interested but Dean Oswald was." He had struck a nerve. Her smile quickly faded. "W-what do you mean?"
He sat back in his chair smug. "Oh, my dear; I can play this game just as dirty as you can." "What did you do?" She asked worried. David shook his head. "Nothing but I did want to inform you that I've quit the program."
Brittney shrugged. "Is that all?" He grinned. "I also wanted to give you this." He handed her two pieces of paper. "Okay, what's this?" She asked.
"Since you're so smart Dean Oswald's given you a new schedule for more advanced classes and the other is the address of the person you'll be tutoring." He replied simply.
"I'm a tutor?" Brittney exclaimed. "Oh, yes," He smiled. "And read who you're tutoring."
Her eyes widen reading the name. "Missy Saxon! She's the most impossible student on campus, no one can tutor her!" David smirked. "I love karma just watch her temper."
"You signed me up for this didn't you?" She snipped glaring at him. "Yep!" He replied swallowing the last of his drink.
"This isn't fair. I'll never have any free time." She protested. David shrugged standing up. "Not my problem."
"You must be joking, all this because I tried to sleep with you?" She scoffed.
He shook his head putting on his jacket. "Brittney, this isn't about that. This about you trying to be clever by destroying my relationship," David sighed. "Well, you succeeded I'm alone, now. But no matter how many relationships of mine you ruin, I'll still never want you."
She just rolled her eyes and avoided his stare. "I'm not apologizing."
He shrugged. "I know." David zipped his jacket. "You're not capable of apologizing but one thing I don't get is why me? I'm not rich; I have a messed up family, why hit on me?"
She looked up at him and smirked. "Simple, you were different. You always rejected me; you never gave in to my advances…basically I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with a gentleman." Brittney shrugged.
David scoffed. "Well, good luck finding one," He started to leave but paused and looked at her. "By the way since you're a tutor, now and making money I put the tab for my beer on you."
Brittney shot her head up glaring at him. "Bye!" He smiled sweetly and waved.