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Passion and Agression
By Deathbat_86

 

Chapter 11
Claire did eventually fall asleep but she was restless. She tossed and turned all night, trying to
get comfy, trying to turn her brain off long enough to relax so she could fall asleep but she just
couldn't get that image out of her head. Him wrapped around Alicia. Her fake smile plastered to her
Barbie pink lips as she clawed at him like a rabid dog. She hated it. She hated the thought of Matt
being so fucking stupid. Anyone with eyes could see that Alicia wasn't right for him at all but
still he chose her. She was wrong in every way but she was what he wanted....so what did that make
Claire? She didn't even know anymore. Nothing presumably. He spouted all this shit about wanting her
around, about caring for her, about her being special to him, but when it really came down to
it...what the fuck did it all mean? Nothing. It was just words. Actions spoke way louder and his
actions had pretty much broke her heart. He'd rather be with the wrong girl than be with her. And
that thought buzzed round and round in her mind, keeping her from sleep. Driving her crazy.
Eventually, though exhausted, she forced herself out of bed. She couldn't lay there and think about
it anymore. She needed to do something to distract herself. She shuffled out of the room and had a
shower. Maybe she'd feel better if she didn't look like a puffy eyed, half human half zombie. She
stayed in the bathroom for a while. The hot water bouncing off her skin felt nice. Kind of soothing.
She just stood there until she started to prune. She felt like she was on autopilot. She got out of
the showered, dried herself and pulled on the change of clothes she'd brought. Jeans and a hoodie.
Nothing fancy. Which was a good job really because she felt like fading in to the walls so she might
as well look as plain as possible. She didn't bother to dry her hair properly, just rubbed the
majority of the water off it and left it damp and slightly messy. That fact that it looked like
she'd intentionally styled it that way was just a bonus. She didn't bother with make up. She just
threw the wet towels into the laundry basket and padded downstairs hoping that no one else was up.
And by no one she meant Matt. Unfortunately though, life was deciding to be one long pain in her ass
because as she mooched into the kitchen, he was sat at the table with a face like thunder staring
into his cup of coffee. He glanced at her and his grip tightened on his cup. "Morning'" she
muttered. "Morning" he grumbled back. She shuffled past him. "Mind if I get coffee?" she asked. He
frowned at her. "Since when did you have to ask? Go nuts" he said, still sounding pissy. She
shrugged and poured herself a cup of coffee. She didn't particularly want to sit with him seeing as
he was in a mood and she was worried that she'd burst into a rant about how much of a fuckhead he
was so she went and sat outside. It was a bright morning. It was the kind of day that, at any other
time, would have made her happy but this morning she just felt like it was mocking her. The sky was
a gorgeous pale blue, no clouds in sight, the sun was shining but not so much that it was
uncomfortably hot. There was a slight breeze coming from the ocean but none of it made her feel any
better. She drank her coffee and looked out across the beach. So many happy people. Couples
strolling along the sand without a care in the world. Children laughing hysterically as they
splashed each other with water. Just a general air of happiness, all of which seemed to bounce off
this bubble of misery that was around her. She had no idea how long she'd sat there lost in thought
but Zack's voice broke her out of it. "Hey, we're heading home now. Need a ride?" he smiled. She
looked around, wondering how long she'd been sat there. "Yeah. Thanks" she nodded. He grinned and
put his arm around her. "You holding up alright?" he asked. She shrugged. "I'll feel better once I
get home. Need to sulk for a bit" she mumbled. He laughed a little and nodded. "Well...you wanna say
bye or just go? I tried talking to him but he pretty much chewed my head off so.....s'up to you" he
said with a sigh. She looked towards the kitchen and nodded. "I should say something. Just to be
polite" she mumbled. He nodded. "Alright, I'll wait for you in the car" he smiled. She nodded and
headed into the kitchen. "I'm gunna take off" she sighed. He was still sat at the table, fresh
coffee in his hands, still with a face like thunder. "Bye" he grumbled. She frowned a little. "Bye"
she shrugged, turning and walking out. Something was bothering him but she was too upset to care. He
wasn't the only person in the world with problems. In fact, the colder he was towards her, the more
it made her feel a little less bad. Nothing like him being an ass to convince her that he actually
was an ass. She got into Zack's car and he turned to her. "He still pissy?" he asked. Claire nodded.
"Fuck him" she mumbled. "Leave him to it" Zack sighed and started the car. He didn't like seeing his
friends unhappy. It dragged all of them down. He wished Matt would just sort himself the fuck out
and be straight with Claire instead of hiding behind his bullshit attempt at friendship which, lets
face it, wasn't making anyone happy.
They got about 10 minutes away from Matt's when Claire realised she's left her purse there with her
door keys in. "Shit. Zack can you stop? I left my fucking bag at Matt's. I need to go back" she
sighed. Zack pulled over. "I'll drive you back" he said, checking in his mirrors and flashing his
indicators as he prepared to do a U Turn. "Nah it's alright. To be honest I could do with the walk"
she smiled. Zack narrowed his eyes at her. "You sure?" he asked. She nodded. "I'll be fine. Promise.
And I'll call you once I've got home and sorted myself out a little" she said. He nodded and smiled.
"Alright. Take care honey. Call me if you need anything" he said. She grinned and leant over the
seat, kissing his cheek. "I will. Love you Zacky" she smiled. "Love you too. See you later" he
grinned. She got out of the car and headed on foot back to Matt's house. She hoped he hadn't gone
out, otherwise she'd be sat outside his house for ages. She cursed herself for forgetting her keys.
She didn't even want to see him. She just wanted to go home, curl up in her dark bedroom and be a
hermit for a while. Luckily, his car was still parked outside when she arrived back at his house.
She took a deep breath as she approached the door then knocked and waited. She heard him stomping
about inside. He flung the door open and frowned. "What?" he barked. She recoiled slightly.
Obviously he was still in his bitch mood. "I left my purse here. I need it to get into my house" she
shrugged. He sighed then stepped aside. "Alright" he mumbled. She stepped into the living room and
paused, trying to remember where she'd had it last. "Zack not waiting for you?" he asked. She shook
her head. "Where is he?" he mumbled. "Gone home" Claire frowned. "Alicia not here?" she asked. "Well
can you see her?" he barked. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Alright it was just a fucking question.
Jesus, what crawled up your ass?" she mumbled. He frowned at her, his angry expression becoming even
more pronounced. "Like you care" he grumbled. She frowned even more. "What?" she questioned. He
shook his head and let out a long sigh. "Nothing. Are you done?" he muttered. She grabbed her bag
and nodded. "Yep. Sorry, didn't realise I was such a fucking pain In the ass. My bad" she snapped.
"Oh don't fucking start. I'm not in the mood" he barked back. "Obviously. What's matter? Panties too
tight?" she sighed. She was heading for the door but he slammed it shut, glaring at her. "What?" he
barked. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Oh get fucked Matt. No wait...you already did
that. Let me out" she snapped. He frowned. "What do you mean I already did that? Like you have ANY
room to talk" he growled back. She frowned at him. "Excuse me?" she asked. "You know what I mean" he
snapped. She rolled her eyes again. She really wasn't in the mood for this right now. "Look, I'm
tired and I can't be fucking bothered with this. Half your dosage and back the fuck off Matt" she
growled. She tried walking past him to get to the door but he stood in front of the handle. "Tell me
something, just who the FUCK do you think you are?" he barked. She sighed and shook her head. "Are
you HIGH? I have NO idea what the fuck your problem is but you need to let me out" she said. He
smiled but it wasn't his usual, cute smile. It was different. Uglier. "You think I don't know what
you did last night." he laughed. She frowned. "And what's the exactly?" she asked with a tired sigh.
"YOU FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND IN MY FUCKING HOUSE" he yelled. Claire stumbled back a little. She really
wasn't expecting that. She looked totally stunned. "WHAT? When? Which one?" she asked. He narrowed
his eyes at her. "Don't fucking pull that shit. You were in bed with Zack this morning when I got
up. You guys have been getting way too fucking cuddly lately, you think I don't know what's going
on. You think I'm stupid?" he barked. She laughed and nodded. "Yeah, right now I really do." she
said. She knew he wasn't in the mood to be pushed or made fun of but he was acting like a total dick
He balled his hands into fists, the muscles in his arms straining but she didn't flinch. Matt could
be a lot of bad things but he'd never hurt her. Not that way at least. "Don't fucking laugh at me. I
don't fucking appreciate you fucking my best friend in my damn house" he growled. Claire rolled her
eyes. "Oh get a fucking grip Matt. The only person who got fucked last night was YOU!" she snapped.
His angry expression faltered. He obviously didn't think she knew. "Yeah" she nodded. "I fucking
HEARD you." He looked kind of shocked but quickly shook it off. "So what? It's my house and I was
with my fucking girlfriend." he shrugged. She smiled and nodded. "Yeah. It's your business. Just
like who I fuck is MY business" she snapped. "Not when it's in my house it isn't" he argued. Claire
sighed again. "I didn't DO ANYTHING with Zack in your fucking house. Or in any fucking house for
that matter." she told him. He laughed doubtfully. "BULL" he spat. She shrugged and rolled her eyes.
"To be honest Matt, I don't give a shit if you believe me or not. I just want to go home so kindly
stand the fuck aside and let me out" she sighed. He shook his head. "Not until you tell me what the
fuck you think you're playing at?" he answered. She frowned. "I'm not PLAYING anything here Matt.
I'm not the one who keeps fucking with peoples heads now BACK THE FUCK OFF" she shouted. "DO YOU
HAVE ANY IDEA HOW I FEEL?" he shouted back. "YOU FUCKED MY BEST FRIEND IN MY HOUSE WHILE I WAS
FUCKING METERS AWAY FROM YOU" he yelled. Claire lost her cool at that point. Up until then she was
trying to stay calm, not rise to him being a prick but that pushed her too far. "HOW YOU FEEL? ARE
YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME MATT? SERIOUSLY? HOW YOU FEEL? HOW ABOUT WHAT I FEEL. WANNA KNOW WHY I SPENT
THE NIGHT WITH ZACK?" she yelled. He nodded. "I was with him because I heard you and Alicia. I was
on the other side of the fucking wall. Less than a fucking FOOT away from you and I couldn't lay
there and listen to that shit so yes I spent the night with Zack" she snapped. "And you expect me to
believe nothing happened?" he asked. "I don't give a FUCK what you believe. Zack gives a shit about
me. He is THERE for me. He doesn't say one thing then do the fucking other. The relationship I have
with him is none of your fucking business but seeing as you have the NERVE to have a bee in your
bonnet over it, IT'S JUST FRIENDSHIP! God, I WISH it was more. I WISH I could feel that way about
Zack because he's a better fucking man than you'll ever be" she shouted. "If he was half the man I
am..." Matt started, "HE'S TWICE THE FUCKING MAN YOU ARE. YOU'RE A FUCKING JOKE MATT. YOU WANT TO BE
FRIENDS BUT WANT TO KNOW WHO I'M SPENDING TIME WITH. YOU DON'T WANT ME BUT NO ONE ELSE IS ALLOWED TO
HAVE ME. WELL FUCK YOU!" She screamed. He grabbed one of her wrists. "I'm just making sure you're
not trying to work your way through the fucking band. First me, now Zack, who next Claire? Jimmy?
Brian?" he growled. She didn't even think, just swung her arm and slapped him as hard as she could,
a loud smack echoing through the silence as the flat of her hand connected with the side of his
face. He looked stunned for a second. Her hand stung with the force she'd hit him but she didn't
even flinch. She just glared at him with such hatred in her eyes. "You had your chance with me Matt.
I OFFERED you more than friendship and you threw it back in my fucking face. Just because you
shagged the first person who came along after, doesn't mean I did. I fucking WISH I could be as
fickle as you but I can't. I WISH I was shagging Zack. He is everything I could ever need in a man
but I'm not like you, I can't just move on to the next one. God help me I HATE myself for it but the
only fucking person I have feelings for is you. And right now, I WISH I DIDN'T because honestly,
I've never hated you more" she growled. He studied her for a second, that look of rage still etched
his face. Then he grabbed her other wrist and backed her up against the wall. "Tell me you don't
mean that" he barked. She shook her head, not taking her eyes from his. "I'd by lying" she spat.
"SAY YOU DON'T MEAN IT" he yelled then crashed his lips to hers. He was holding her wrists so tight
it hurt and a big part of her wanted to knee him full force in the balls and get the fuck away from
him, but the weaker part of her just melted against the wall, not even attempting to fight him off.
"Tell me you don't hate me" he whispered against her lips, not giving her a chance to respond
because he kissed her again. Hard. So hard it hurt her lips but still she didn't move an inch. His
grip loosened on her wrists and he let go of them, wrapping his arms tight around her waist and
lifting her off the floor so her body was crushed against his. Her hands tangled in his hair as she
kissed him back just as hard. "Tell me you don't hate me" he repeated. His eyes opened, more green
than hazel and flashing with anger mixed with lust. "I don't hate you" she panted, pulling his head
back to hers by his hair. "Tell me you love me" he growled against her lips. "I love you" she
breathed.

 

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