All the Lonely People - By Angela
Part 18
Jack rolled over and punched his pillow, trying to get comfortable in the foreign bed. He had been trying unsuccessfully to fall asleep for the past half hour. The bed was the nicest thing he'd ever seen but it didn't matter because he was unable to clear his mind and relax. What was he going to do about Clara? And how about Angela? And what exactly was he going to do in Boston anyway? Jack groaned and flopped onto his stomach, shoving the pillow under his chin. He closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would come soon.
Jack's eyes suddenly snapped open. He stayed still, straining to hear. Yes, there is was again, this high pitched muffled sound. He rolled out of bed, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Jack stepped around the bed and leaned towards the wall that separated his room from Clara's. He pressed his ear against the wall and silently listened for several seconds. Jack sighed raggedly as he realized what the noise was. Clara was crying.
Jack sat down on his bed, running a hand through his hair. Feelings of guilt washed over him, scorning him for being so harsh with her. Clara was just insecure; she didn't even know what she was doing! No, that was wrong. Now he was just validating Clara's behavior. Clara had been acting inappropriately, but Jack still felt guilty for being so harsh with her. Jack smiled wryly and shook his head. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep with this on his mind. He needed to tell someone and although he was wary of approaching her after the events of the evening, Jack decided to speak with Angela.
Silently opening the door, Jack made his way across the carpeted hallway to Angela's room. He frowned as he groped through the dark room, trying not to trip or crash into anything.
"Angie," he whispered, leaning over Angela's sleeping form. "Angie!" he repeated, louder this time. Angela didn't move; she was sound asleep. Jack knelt down and shook her gently.
