Tardis High

Drama

~Matt's POV~

I lay on my bed, hands on my head, and completely heartbroken. Yesterday night, at Jack's party, was both the greatest and worst night of my life. Actually that might be an exaggeration, but it was pretty terrible.

I have so much anger and sadness running through myself that I don't want to get up. I fear what I might do.

Last night... I had my heart ripped out of my chest. It was just a silly little party, just a silly party where I would go home and wait for the next day. Why the hell couldn't it just be a stupid party that I would look back on and laugh!?

But I'm not laughing am I? I've cried over and over again. Over some girl? Well she wasn't just some girl. Not to me anyways.

That night... before that whole experience, and before we even went into Jack's luxurious house, something happened between us. It was mad and ridiculous and... amazing.

Before we went inside Clara and I stayed in the backseat of the car while Amy and Rory went on ahead. I didn't know why we were staying behind, I was completely oblivious to the whole situation.

I tried to exit, believe me I really did, but she stopped me. She pulled me close to her.

"Um... yes?" I asked her, sort of confused, "what is it?"

"I've got something to tell you." She said to me. Those exact words. I didn't know whether to be afraid or excited. I was actually more afraid at the time.

I looked at her with fearful eyes. "You know maybe we should go inside." I said, trying to avoid the whole scenario.

"No, it has to be here." She said to me. I was pretty sure she wasn't going to cooperate.

"You're quite the controlling person, Clara Oswald."

" 's why you like me."

"Who said I like you?"

Then she kissed me. It was so unexpected and forward I had no choice but to stay there, eyes wide open, unable to sit still.

Soon she backed away, a confident smirk on her face.

"I think you just did." She said to me, hands still on my shoulders.

"You kissed me."

"You blushed."

That's when my heart stopped. I sat there, mouth open, and looking around. I was incredibly nervous for some reason. It was just so unexpected. Well to be fair when I look at it now it was pretty expected but at the time I was dumbfounded.

"Shut up." I said firmly and she giggled a bit. Giggled? I was trying to be serious then.

"C'mon! Don't tell me you don't." She smiled at me.

"Well... well I don't know. This is a sort of thing that people talk about and... stuff." I said to her. I was trying to sound serious, but it came across as more uncertain and that I was hiding something.

She laughed again. She did that a lot. Laugh at my madness. Emphasis on the did.

"I feel like you've had a lot of time to think about this," she told me. And she was right. I did use to think about her and myself a lot, "so... send me a text when you make up your mind."

Then she left the car. I still can't believe it. I just let her leave like that. I could tell she was disappointed... again. If I could go back in time to that moment I would stop her. I would kiss her, and do anything to keep her there. But it's too late now.

Later that night though, after a bit of regretful drinking, Amy convinced me to talk to her. Apparently she watched us the whole time. Just for the record, she did agree that I shouldn't have let Clara leave the car.

I went to her. Clara. My Clara. I took her hand and stared right into her eyes and said, "yes."

After that the night went on. Everything seemed usual. Except for The Master.

I should have just left. It was bad even from the start. I lost my temper. It's just... something about him. I hate him so much. The Master was the least of my worries for now though.

Clara... how could she do something like this to me? My heart aches and my eyes fill with tears as I try to blink them away desperately.

I hear a door open and close, the front door. I know who it is. I sit up and look  out my open bedroom door. Then I climb down and walk into the hallway that overlooks the stairs right by the front door.

It's David. He stands there near the door and slowly looks up at me. He looks terrible. His clothes are all wrinkled and dirty. His eyes are swollen and have dark circles. His hair is a complete mess, and that is saying something when David doesn't do his hair.

He stayed at Jack's last night after his girlfriend ran off. I almost feel sorry for him. And then I remember what he did. And all the rage comes back again. My own brother. I can hardly believe it.

We just look at each other for a while. Me: full of fury, and him: broken down. I gulped and tightened my grip on the railings of the stairs.

"Hello, David." I say with disgust.

He just looks down and then scratches his nose. He completely ignores me.

I push myself off the railing in anger and then head back into my room.

Last night was a complete mess. I don't remember much after I saw... them together. Drunken Amy tried to fight Clara until Rory pulled her away.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are!?" Amy shouted. "I have a right to beat the ever loving crap outta ya!"

After that Rory offered to drive me home. Clara tried to talk to me, to explain herself. But I'd seen enough. The next thing I remember is waking up in my bed, and then I started to cry. I thought it was a dream, a terrible nightmare that wouldn't be real. But I soon figured out that it was real.

My phones buzzes and I see that it's a text from Amy.

"Hey, are you doing okay?" It says. I frown and my heart starts beating with pain yet again.

I toss my phone onto my bed and then went to shut the door but I see David standing there. Anger and hatred fills my body as I look at him. Every time I see him I just get that memory of seeing him with her in my head.

"What the hell do you want?" I spoke quietly with rage.

"Matt... I'm sorry. I didn't know--"

"Yeah!?" I shout. "You didn't know!? Well sorry to tell you this but maybe kissing everyone that walks by isn't such a good idea."

Before he said anything else I push him out of the doorway and then slam the door shut.

I sigh in anger and frustration. My head bangs and I put my hand through my hair as I start pacing around the room. Heartache and sorrow start to rise up in me again.

I quickly pick up my phone and text Amy back to distract myself from the pain that consumed me.

"Pick me up in an hour. Don't be late."