Matthew was left lying on the floor looking after Abby like a total idiot. He finally moved as the door slammed shut behind her retreating back. Slowly he sat up, running a hand over his face and up into his hair, griping the strands as he tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. One minute she was all over him the next minute they were guessing and then she fled. Fuck. She’d looked at him as if he was a monster and bolted as if she couldn’t get away from him fast enough. But she had wanted it…hadn’t she? Paling, Matthew sat in that closet until long after he was supposed to begin his class. He had really screwed up this time. Just before she had run off Abby mentioned something about her father. Was that where she had gone? Home to report him to her father? Holy shit. He was going to lose his job and probably get thrown in prison too. Was she even legal? Jesus fucking Christ. What had he been thinking? Nah. The problem was he hadn’t been thinking. She had been the one dragging him into the closet, knocking him to the ground and climbing all over him. Had she really expected him not to respond?<br/><br/>Five minutes turned into ten, ten turned into twenty and before he knew it Matthew was half an hour late for class. Picking himself up, he dusted himself off and made his way to class. The group silenced as he walked in and he noted, without reaction, that the little blonde she-devil was there, sitting right up in the front row, a large plaster stretched across her nose and her arms folded across her chest. For the remaining time left in class Matthew discussed the relationship between Jane Eyre and Mr Rochester but his mind was truly elsewhere. Back in that janitor’s closet.<br/><br/>He finished up the day back where it had started. In the Principal’s office. Only this time he was getting a the third degree from Principal Wood because it was somehow<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>fault that Miss Weathers had decided to bunk off school for the rest of the day. Well…it was his fault but the Principal obviously hadn’t heard anything about<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>incident for which Matthew was grateful. So he stood there and nodded and agreed that he should have kept more of a tighter watch on the girl.<br/><br/>In the end though, it didn’t matter. Abby didn’t return to school and no one rang to make a complaint about Matthew’s behaviour. Life went on as usual except for his sense of unease which only grew as the next day passed without news from Abby or her parents. Eventually he decided enough was enough. He couldn’t take not knowing. Any ‘normal’ person would simply ring the parents but instead Matthew found himself standing outside the Weathers resident, his finger pressed to the doorbell and his other hand tucked nonchalantly into the pocket of his jeans.