Coder Girl 2 /Dreamwastaken/

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I really thought my mood for the day couldn't be fixed before I went out with Nick. He managed to magically put a smile on my face and encouraged me to stop looking at everything so pessimistically. Those changes combined led me to decide to apologize to George as soon as we got back home.

And as much as Nick laughed and tried to make me change my mind, saying it was no big deal because it was just George, I was determined to go say sorry.

Which I did. Well, the first step of it was taken. I went to the other house.

Unfortunately, I didn't take into consideration the fact that Clay was also gonna be in there when I entered. I let out an internal sigh as I saw him sitting in the living room, annoyed as his eyes instantly locked on me the moment I walked in.

"Hey George," I completely ignored the other idiot's presence.

"Wow... rude." And the said idiot just had to mumble something under his breath to piss me off.

George, lounged back on the couch, sat up straighter to look at me, "Oh, hey." His tone had a hint of concern, probably thinking I came back to yell at him again. "What's wrong?"

I was about to speak, but Clay had other plans.

"Everything's wrong if you ask her, don't even bother." 

I threw him a look but immediately regretted it, realizing that acknowledging his presence was a bad idea. I decided to just try to ignore him and his stupid remarks.

"I actually wanted to apologize for today," I looked at George, and he widened his eyes slightly, shaking his head.

"There's really no need-"

"Oh! You can do that?" Clay cut the poor guy off, and I could feel my anger reaching a boiling point.

Still, I had enough composure to force myself to ignore him. My attention stayed dominantly on George.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I really didn't mean to. I lost control, and I'm sorry."

George seemed genuinely taken aback by my apology, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He looked a bit dazed, as if he hadn't expected me to give him a serious apology.

"It's fine, it's nothing-"

"This is a first!" Clay cut him off again, sneering, "Since when do you apologize to anyone? Or do you apologize to everyone but me?"

I gritted my teeth in a failed attempt to control my anger. I was seriously considering throwing something at his dumb face at this point.

"This isn't about you, Clay." I finally acknowledged his presence by pointing out the unnecessariness of it.

"Then stop making it about me, Lizzy." He raised his brows defensively, "Aren't you the one lashing out at everybody because of me?"

His words hit a nerve, because he was right. I had been taking out my anger on everyone around me because of our stupid fights.

I scowled at him, my hands clenching into tight fists. "Maybe if you weren't such an insufferable dick, I wouldn't be lashing out at everybody."

"You're just mad cause you know I'm right." He shrugged, "It's always like that."

"No, I'm mad because you won't shut up."

"Why would I shut up? I'm right, and you know that I'm right. It's the same shit every day at this point, the same fucking conversation."

It was only then that I found out George had left us alone. I came to apologize to him and ended up fighting with Clay. Again.

"Glad you realize that you sound like a broken record," I rolled my eyes, "I'm leaving."