Crushed
Darcy's question had been on Sheila's mind since the night at Pizza Express. She held out as long as she could, but she knew it wouldn't be forever. She wasn't as angry with Marty as she had been, because she'd started thinking about it, and truthfully it wasn't his fault that he wasn't in love with her. She was the one who'd started this whole thing as just a casual hook up, regardless of the fact that she'd done it because she liked him. He was a guy, and she should have known why he wanted to be with her, and that love had nothing to do with it.
This, plus a million other things were running through Sheila's mind as she rang Marty's doorbell. She expected Marty or his Dad to answer, but the last person she'd expected to open the door was an older, attractive blonde woman. Her mind started jumping places, and it took her a few moments to realise it was Clarissa, who she hadn't seen in years.
"Clarissa? Um, hi," she said, really not sure what to say.