Mattheo quietly followed her as she exited the room and walked upstairs, a slight frown on his face. He didn't want to believe she was mad, even though it was probably the most sensible reaction. He felt a strange guilt, and he didn't know why.
As he reached the room she was staying in, he knocked lightly on the door, not sure what to say.
"Go away," Sara called back. She didn't know who it was, but she didn't care. She was in no mood to talk to anyone right now.
"It's me," Mattheo said softly, not sure she'd even heard him. He slowly opened the door and peeked his head in, hesitating to enter. "Mind if I come in?"
"Mattheo, I'm not really in a speaking mood," Sara was curled up on the bed, clutching a pillow. Her cheeks were wet with tears.
He stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. With trepidation, he took a few steps over to her. He wasn't really sure how to proceed. Pansy and her had never gotten into an argument like this before.
"You're crying," he simply stated.
"Well aren't you observant," Sara said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, her mood still foul from what she had just learned about Pansy.
He crossed his arms, remaining standing as she insulted him. She was just angry and lashing out. As much as he wanted to be defensive, he knew better.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice softer and lower than his usual tone.
"No, no. I'm sorry," Sara sat up, wiping her tears. "I shouldn't have been rude, it's not you I'm angry with."
He sighed and uncrossed his arms. "It's fine, I know you're mad. And you have a right to be."
After a moment of hesitation, he took a step forward and sat down on the bed next to her.
"Did you know?" Sara asked him, wondering if everyone knew what Pansy had done and was hiding it from her.
"No," he said truthfully. "Not until right now." He looked at her, and she could see regret and sympathy in his eyes. "If I had known, I would've told you. If you want me to go kick Pansy's ass, just give me the word."
Sara chuckled, sniffling. "I don't think that's necessary."
"It's a tempting idea, though," he muttered. He was only half joking, at least.
He paused for a moment before leaning his shoulder against her and letting out a quiet sigh. "If it makes you feel any better, I think it was wrong of her, too."
"Oh so you do have morals?" Sara leaned her head on his shoulder, nudging him playfully.
"Sometimes," he replied playfully, nudging back.
A small smile crept across his lips as she leaned against him. It was nice.
"You don't think I'm overreacting, do you?" Sara asked, her head still on his shoulder. She didn't know why, but being near him like this, was instantly making her feel better
"You're perfectly in your right to be mad," he said softly, rubbing her arm with his thumb. "I mean when it was Notty and my ex I beat the shit out of him. So, at least you're handling it better than that."
Sara laughed. "Why'd you forgive him, anyways?"
He glanced down at the floor, shrugging his shoulders. "He apologized, and I guess it felt better to just forgive him and move on."
He paused, looking back at her. "Do you think you'll forgive Pansy?"
"I don't know. Probably. I'm not even pissed because I still have feelings for him. Or honestly that she hooked up with him. It's more that she didn't tell me for nearly half a year," Sara sighed. "I also lied just now I am pissed that she hooked up with him."
