Matt knew he shouldn't be here but he couldn't stand it, he couldn't so there he was in front of Clara's door. She wasn't answering his calls; she was purposely ignoring him. Clara was making it very clear she was done with him but he had to talk to her.
Matt took a deep breath and nervously knocked on the door after about a minute he heard her voice. "Who is it?"
He swallowed. "It's me, Matt." She sighed exasperated. "What part of I'm not talking to you don't you understand?"
He could hear the irritation and hurt in her voice. "Please, Clara, I'm not asking you to open the door just…just hear me out." He replied touching the door. "Fine," She shrugged. "So what did you want?"
Matt sighed heavily. "First off I'm not going to ask you take me back, I know it's pointless. I just came by to tell you I don't blame you for hating me and I understand your feelings. I-I just want y-you happy." He paused wiping his eyes before continuing. "So I promise I'll leave you alone." There was no response so he started to leave when the door opened.
Matt stopped and turned. His heart did flip flops seeing Clara barefoot in her black tank top and grey pants with her hair in a messy ponytail. Sure, it was just her pajamas but she still looked beautiful to him.
Clara folded her arms. "Get in here." She ordered. "But I..." He started to say. "Do as you're told and get in here." She repeated firmly. Matt slowly walked inside and she closed the door.
"Now, did I just hear you say that I hate you?" She replied. Unsure how to answer he just nodded. Clara scoffed. "How can you say that?"
He shrugged avoiding her eyes. "Well, it's true." She sighed walking towards him and cradling his face. "I don't hate you but what you said was very hurtful, you know that?"
Matt nodded. "Yes and I'm sorry." "Then why did you say it?" She asked.
He took her hands in his. "I was scared. There are so many guys out there that are better than me...I was afraid." "You can't be that insecure." Clara replied softly.
He sighed. "I know but you never told me what was going on." She looked at him questionably. "Would've you believed me?" Matt shrugged. "The helping part, yeah; the computer knowledge not at first but I'd be willing to."
She smirked softly. "Well, I guess I should've told you. I'm sorry." He shook his head. "No, don't say that. Don't ever say you're sorry, I was the one that hurt you…and I'm so, so sorry." Matt slightly choked.
Clara gently stroked his cheek getting teary eyed herself. He rested his forehead against hers while delicately touching her shoulders. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned. She sniffed letting out a smirk. "Nothing, your words are just so touching and sad."
Matt gave out a smile then slowly came towards her but was hesitant but Clara's eyes gave him reassurance to come closer and his lips brushed hers sending goosebumps down her arms. Then his eyes searched hers briefly before pressing his lips ever so gently against hers then pressing tiny kisses along her neck and jaw line.
He heard her moan softly and became afraid and pulled away. "Sorry." He said softly. She shook her head shyly while pulling on one of his shirt buttons. "Don't be, I've missed you. I want you." "Really?" Matt asked hopeful.
She nodded biting her lower lip. "Yeah but if you act like an idiot again I will slap you." Clara playfully warned. "Yes, boss." He wiggled his eyebrows and smiled then leaned forward kissing her soft lips and enjoying the taste of her strawberry lip gloss. Clara wrapped her arms around him pulling him closer melting into him.
Meanwhile Amy sat on the couch in her friend Jack's apartment staring at her cellphone on his oak wood end table wondering if she should try calling David, again but every time she attempted to what if' thoughts stopped her.
What if he's still upset? What if David hangs up on her? What if she messes up and makes him cry? What if she calls and he's having sex with another girl?
Just then Jack's voice broke into her thoughts. "Hey, got your coffee." He said handing her the cup. Amy smiled slightly taking it. "Thanks."
He nodded sitting in a chair across from her opening up a water bottle.
"Thanks for letting me stay, here," Amy said sipping her cup. "Matt and Clara are apparently back together again and it's not a good time to go into the apartment, right now."
Jack smirked. "No, problem," He then glanced concerned at her bothered expression. "So how are you holding up?"
She gave a shrug. "Fine, I guess." "Liar." He gently remarked. Amy avoided his stare and peered into her cup. "Alright, I miss him. Can you blame me?"
He shrugged. "No but have you tried seeing David?" Jack asked drinking his water.
"How? I don't know where he's staying," Amy replied sniffing placing her cup on the end table. "And even if I did, what's the point? He won't talk to me…not that I blame him."
Jack sighed. He hated to see his friend so sad. "Would you like me to try talk to him?" Amy shook her head. "There's no point. I messed up. He has every right to be upset with me after what I said and did to him."
"Come on, ginger, it'll work out. He has to pick up sooner or later." Jack reassured her.
She scoffed. "Jack, you don't get it. I hurt him. I broke his heart and if I love him then I need to stop hurting him," Amy sighed wiping her eyes. "As soon as I get back to the apartment I'm calling mum and telling her I what to transfer schools."