Chances of That

Ugh, Men.

After the party, Matt walked me home.

After they'd gone diving into the pool, two massive groups of guys from the party came and pulled them both out and restrained them until they'd calmed down, and the random guy disappeared.

I told Matt that me and Olive were going at around 1am, and he said he'd walk us both home.

"You know you don't have to walk me home right? Like you live in the complete opposite direction to me." I had to suggest it as I felt fairly guilty that I was keeping him from going home.

"Yeah well, I can't exactly have you walk home by yourself. Anything could happen and then how bad would I feel! Besides, we're pretty much here now."

His smile's so infectious, I couldn't help but smile back.

"What you smiling at?" He asked me, slightly self-concious, but still holding that wonderful smile.

"Oh just you. Like your smile is so infectious!"

"Hey, how comes we don't talk any more?" He asked seriously.

I pondered this for a second. And then we both answered together "Jess!"

Jess was Matt's girlfriend of 6 months. Long story short, she made him spend every waking minute with her. No football practice, no rugby practice, no going out to parties without her, no friends - especially the most popular girl in school.

"Gosh she was so controlling!" I burst out laughing.

"Oh, you're telling me! Why didn't you stop me from dating her, huh? What kind of friend are you?" He was laughing too by this point.

"Oh come on, I tried! But you only had eyes for Jess. No more time or space for poor little Sophie." I say pretending to sulk.

We were just approaching my house, when Matt suddenly turned serious, "Sophie?" He grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking up my driveway, "I'll always have time for you, ok?"

His hand cupped my face and tilted it up so I was staring right into his eyes.

He looked like he was debating something in his head, and then he dropped his hands down to his sides, and took a step back.

"Well, er, I'll ... See you soon? Like I'll text you or something and we'll meet up yeah?" He stuttered out.

I just stood there, incredibly confused. Why didn't he kiss me? Is my hair a mess? Did my heroic dive to save my ex boyfriend make my make-up run down my face?

My eyebrows knitted together in absolute, pure confusion.

"Matt?" I stopped, and I think he knew what I meant.

"Soph," He sighed, "Sophie, I don't want to be your rebound, I like you, ok? So, we'll pick this up later on in the holidays." I just stared at him still. "Bye Soph."

And with that he turned around and walked away.

I walked upstairs and through my jacket, my dress and wedges into the bottom of my wardrobe. And sit on the love seat in my window.

I look down to where me and Matt were standing outside my house.

Did I like him too? Did i want him to kiss me earlier?

Oh, everything would've been so much easier if that knob next door ... I glance up at his window and realise that he's looking at me from the seat in his window aswell.

We both stare at each other for a while and then I remember how he treated me this morning.

He opens his mouth as if about to say something but I cut him off by drawing my blinds.

I pull the coin out from my bra, and flip it in the air.

Confrontation, or sleep?

It lands on tails.

Sleep it is.