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Bitches and Broken Hearts
By Deathbat_86


Chapter 10
The rest of the night went from one disaster to another. First off, Alicia decided she didn't like
zombie films so Land Of The Dead had to be turned off. Then halfway through Re-Animator, she decided
that was gross so that went off. Then she pouted at Matt and batted her eyelashes saying she didn't
want anymore horror films on. The guys were all to pissed off at this point to even bother fighting
with her so when Matt asked in a small voice if anyone minded watching something Alicia would like,
everyone just grumbled something illegible under their breath. Alicia got up to go hunt for a DVD
she wanted to watch and to change into her "jammies" so she could "Snuggle with her honey." Matt
glanced around the room at the disgruntled faces of all his friends. "Sorry guys" he said softly.
They all muttered about it being alright. "S'not your fault she's a beast" Jimmy shrugged. Claire
barked out a single "HA" and cuddled up closer to Jimmy. "I love you Noodle. You know that right?"
she grinned. He smirked and nodded. Matt sighed. He didn't even want to look at Claire although he'd
been throwing her uneasy glances every time Alicia got a little too affectionate. At first she just
looked pissed off like the rest of them but the more it happened, the more he noticed the hurt. If
he didn't think it'd result in a massive argument that he couldn't be bothered with, he would have
pushed Alicia onto the floor and told her to back off. He didn't want to hurt Claire anymore. He
hated that look on her face when Alicia tried ramming her tongue down his throat. In all honesty, he
didn't even know why he was with her. Yeah she was hot but that was the beginning and end of it.
They didn't really have anything in common, she didn't like his friends, she HATED Claire with a
passion, she didn't care about the band. She was just....something to convince himself that he
wasn't totally hung up on Claire. He didn't want to fuck her about after the initial freak out. He
didn't want to have hurt her that much by telling her he wasn't interested in anything but
friendship then turn round a few weeks later and go, "Well actually...." He peeked at her. She was
sat with her head on Jimmy's shoulder totally expressionless. She looked neutral which worried him
more than when she looked bothered. He wanted to talk to her, ask her if she was alright but he knew
there was not a chance he could do that yet.
Alicia came back a few minutes later, clutching a DVD to her chest, dressed in her "jammies" which
was essentially a pair of hot pants that were pretty much see through and a spaghetti strap top that
ended just under her boobs. Claire pulled a blatant "What the fuck" face. Matt shook his head
slightly and sighed. It was like she had this point to prove that she was better than Claire and all
it managed to do for her was annoy the guys even more. Especially Matt. Yeah she had a great body
but she wasn't a fucking patch on Claire. She didn't even compare to her. A great rack and a nice
ass wasn't enough to boost her above Claire in their eyes. She slid the DVD into Matt's hands and
giggled. He looked down at it and closed his eyes while exhaling slowly. "Erm...Ali...we're having a
horror night. Y'know...something the guys wanna watch. I really don't think Grease is a good choice"
he sighed. Alicia stuck her bottom lip out. "Well I thought they wouldn't mind. I don't like that
bloody stuff. Girls aren't into horror and gore and stuff" she whined. Jimmy frowned and turned to
Claire. "You're not a girl?" he said with mock surprise. Claire shook her head. "Nope. I'm an
antelope. I just keep my antenna in the car" she nodded. Jimmy laughed. "Antlers sweetie, antlers"
he corrected. Claire shrugged. "Whatever, they're in the car. Otherwise I bash them about when I
bend over to tie up my hoof lace" she grinned. Everyone burst out laughing except Alicia. "
now you're making fun of me. Nice. Thanks for standing up for me Matty" she whined. He rolled his
eyes and smiled. "She's joking. Lighten up" he said. She pouted even more. "Well...I don't feel like
watching a film anymore. I'm going to bed" she muttered, flicking her hair back and strutting off
towards the stairs. "Matthew, YOU COMING?" she barked. He looked from the amused faces of his
friends to the bitter scowl on his girlfriends face. "Sure" he nodded, "Right after we've finished
the Zombie collection, I'll be up" he smiled, pulling Night Of The Living Dead out of it's DVD case
and slipping it into the player. She growled and stomped upstairs. "WHOOP WHOOP. LETS SCARE THE
HORNS OFF THIS ANTELOPE" Claire yelped. "Antlers sweetie" Jimmy grinned.
They all stayed up another few hours and the mood finally lifted again. They watched Night Of The
Living Dead then the first Evil Dead film. Claire LOVED it. She had her guys and her zombies. Life
didn't feel too shitty. As the credits started rolling for Evil Dead, Matt glanced at the clock and
sighed. "No wonder my eyes are fucking burning. It's 4am guys. You wanna stay over?" he asked,
scratching his head and yawning. Everyone nodded and stumbled to their feet. "Alright. I'm gunna
tidy up a little first but you guys get to bed. I'll see you in the morning" he smiled, picking up
empty popcorn bags and empty beer bottles from the table. Jimmy was the first one to dash upstairs.
Helping clean up wasn't part of the deal when he was tired. Brian was the next one to go. "Want a
hand?" Claire asked as Matt got halfway to the kitchen and dropped most of the rubbish e was
holding. "Nah it's alright. Go sleep" he smiled. She rolled her eyes and helped him anyway, picking
up the rest of the stuff he'd dropped and following him to the bin. She went back into the living
room while he loaded dishes into the dish washer and she picked up the rest of the rubbish and
straightened out cushions and stuff. When she was done she popped her head round the kitchen door.
"Living room is tidy" she smiled. He grinned and nodded. "Ah you're an Angel. Thanks. If Ali got up
in the morning and saw it as it was she'd have shit a fucking brick. She's way too uptight about
mess" he said, not really thinking. Claire just nodded. " need to worry now. It's fine.
Night" she called, heading away from the kitchen. "WAIT" Matt shouted. She stopped and spun round on
the ball of her foot, almost losing her balance and falling over. "You yelled?" she smiled. He
nodded and walked over to her. "Thanks for being here tonight. It was nice. Just.....being with you
without....y'know....any weirdness. I missed having you here" he said softly. She smiled and rolled
her eyes. "Are you getting mushy and mushy on me Matthew?" she grinned. He smirked and shrugged. "I
guess it's a little mushy and mushy. I just....." he paused and sighed, jamming his hands into his
pockets and shuffling from foot to foot. Claire smiled a little. "Spit it out" she said softly. He
grinned sheepishly and shrugged again. "I just want you to know.....I never wanted to hurt you. I
was an ass and I'm really sorry about it." he mumbled, licking his lip ring nervously and looking at
his feet. Claire smiled and shook her head. "You're a guy Matt. You can't help but be a total
fucking knob every now and again. I'm alright" she nodded. He smiled. He looked genuinely relieved.
"So....we're cool. I bullshit cool. No saying we are when we're not. Like...for real
cool?" he muttered. She laughed. She pulled him to her and kissed his lips softly for a split second
then pulled him into a hug. "We'll always be cool Matt." She whispered. His arms wound round her
back and he buried his face against her shoulder. She smiled as she snuggled against him.
Technically she wasn't lying. She was cool with him. She just wasn't cool with the woman in his life
but she'd deal with it because she didn't want to fight with him anymore. She just wanted him
They hugged for a little while then he clicked the light off and walked upstairs with her. The room
she usually slept in, three doors down from Matt was occupied with a half naked Jimmy laying
sideways across the bed with his head hanging off the end. He'd managed to get off his shirt and one
shoe before pretty much passing out. Claire covered her mouth to stifle her giggles as Matt quietly
closed the door and pulled her to the only available room, the box room next to his. It was only a
single but Claire whispered that she didn't mind. The other guys were all passed out in their beds
already. He pushed open the door and clicked the light on. The box room was more storage than
anything. There were clothes of his laying all over the bed, there was a guitar propped up next to
the pillows, empty boxes on the floor. Matt frowned and looked at her apologetically. "It's alright.
I'll clear a space" she whispered with a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. "It's alright I'll do it.
It's my shit. You're my guest" he muttered back. She rolled her eyes and grinned. "Matt, you look
ready to drop. Just go to fucking bed" she said quietly. He grinned and pulled her into another hug.
"You're the best, you know that." he whispered. She giggled softly and nodded. "Yeah I know. Night
Matt" she smiled. He ruffled her hair and stroked his thumb down her cheek. "Goodnight honey. Sleep
He disappeared into his room with a final wave and Claire set about clearing all the junk off the
bed so she could actually get in it. She was as quiet as she could, setting everything solid down on
the floor and folding all the clothes neatly and stacking them up. She heard him creeping around in
his own room then she heard hushed voices. One not so hushed. She could tell without catching all
the words that Alicia was still awake and pissed. "You.....let me come.....bed on .....own.
You......have.....with me if.....good......boyfriend" she heard her squeaking. Claire rolled her
eyes as she climbed into bed. She listened a little more intently for Matt's response. "I was
with....fucking friends. You knew.....over this weekend. You" he grumbled
back. Claire smiled and snuggled down against the bed. Her headboard was on the other side of the
wall to his headboard which is why she could hear him so well even though he was being quiet. She
heard another high pitched whining sound which obviously belonged to Alicia. She closed her eyes and
started to fall asleep feel strangely smug that Alicia was pissy. She just started drifted off to
sleep when she heard another sound. A creaking. She opened one eye sleepily and frowned into the
darkness. Silence. She shrugged it off and snuggled back down, pulling the covers up to her chin and
closing her eyes again. Then she heard it again. Another creak, followed by another, followed by
another, followed by....Her eyes shot open. Her heart started pounding viciously. Yep, there it was
again. A moan. A deep, throaty one. She stayed frozen to the spot not wanting to believe what she
was hearing. Well...not until she heard it again followed by a high pitched giggle. Before she even
realised it, she'd shot out of bed and was rushing down the hall. The urge to scream outside Matt's
bedroom door was almost overwhelming but she forced herself to keep moving. She pushed the door
open, two doors down from Matt and clicked the light on. A very shocked, very tired looking Zack sat
bolt upright in bed. "WHASSUP?" he barked quickly, blinking his eyes rapidly to adjust them to the
sudden light. His eyes focused on Claire in the doorway and he frowned. "What's up sweetie?" he
muttered again. She shook her head as tears started falling from her eyes. Zack sighed and got out
of bed, making his way over to her and pulling her into a hug before she dissolved into tears
completely. "He's in the next fucking room and he's...he's...." she muttered. Zack nodded as he
realised what it was that had made her so upset. "Oh shit honey. He's a jerk sometimes." he sighed,
stroking her hair. "I can't lay there and listen to it Zack." she mumbled weakly. He nodded. "I know
honey. Come on, you can sleep in here with me alright. Want my iPod?" he asked, pushing her gently
over to the bed. She curled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on them. "Do you think I'm
an idiot?" she whispered, sniffling pathetically. Zack sat beside her and rubbed her back. "You know
I don't. I think he's an insensitive prick for fucking his girlfriend when he knows you're on the
other side of the fucking wall though" he sighed. "It just.....hurts" she whispered. He nodded again
and pulled her down, cuddling her to him as he pulled the covers over her. "I know it does sweetie.
Just.....don't think about it alright. Try get some sleep" he said softly. She nodded but laid there
awake for ages. He'd JUST apologised and told her he didn't want to hurt her and the very next thing
he does hurts her worse than anything else. She wondered if that was the point. She wondered if he
liked hurting her, shoving it in her face that she wasn't the one he wanted even though he clearly
knew that he was the one she wanted. It was times like this when she wished she hated Matt. Really
hated him. Then she knew she'd be able to walk away from him without it killing her. But she
couldn't. She was in love with him. More so than she'd ever been with any other man. And the thought
of never seeing him ripped her apart. But at that moment, she longed for it. For that hate to kick
in. Just so he couldn't hurt her anymore.


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