Click, clack, click, clack.
I could hear Becca pacing in her room which was, to my misfortune, right above mine. I grabbed a broom and hit the ceiling a few times; this happened every day.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT CHRISSA?" I could hear her yell.
"SOME PEACE AND QUIET, THANK YOU VERY MUCH." I yelled back. I was so annoyed I couldn't see straight.
The clicking and clacking stopped for about 5 minutes, then started again. I fell back on my bed. Rebecca Rubin was impossible to live with.
I heard a soft knock on my door and got up to go answer it, but right as I was reaching my hand to the knob the door came and hit me in the face.
"OW!" I called out before I could help it and my hand flew to my eye.
"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry." An all too familiar voice with an English accent apologized.
My eyes widened, and I looked up to see Matthew Riden, in the flesh, looking down at me with sad eyes.
"Matt?" I was awestruck. After a good 4 months of no talking, he just waltzes back into my life? God is surely mocking me. I know it.
"Hello Maxie - I mean - Chrissa." He greeted. I couldn't decide on whether to hit him, kick him, hug him, or kiss him. I should have done all four, but I just waved awkwardly with my free hand.
"I'm really sorry about your eye." He apologized once more.
"Don't worry about it, it's not the biggest issue on the table right now.." I trailed off.
"Then what is?" He raised an eyebrow.
"The fact that you think you can leave my life right after you tell me that you love me, then come back right when I realize that you never did." I wanted to raise my voice, I wanted to scream, I wanted to kick and punch and slap; but all I did was stand there and tremble.
"Chrissa, I can explain.." He started, but I cut him off.
"Explain what? How you lead me on? How you broke my heart? How you acted like I was your best friend when I'm pretty sure I meant NOTHING to you? You've basically done all of the explaining that had to be done these past 4 months." I sent him a cold look then pushed him out into the hallway.
"Chrissa, please." He pleaded.
"Goodbye, Matt. Thanks for never really being there at all." I slammed the door in his face, then sat on my bed and cried silently.