A/N: OH MY GALLIFREY! ALREADY ON CHAPTER TEN :o

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Clara woke up the next morning, around ten o'clock, in the arms of a red-headed ginger boy.At first she was quite confused and a bit scared, but then soon realized that she had drunken five beers the night before and became drunk. Travis had said she was too drunk to walk home and insisted she had stayed the night. Nothing had happened between them, nothing more than a couple sloppy kisses. But her head was pounding and her makeup was smeared acrossed her face. What exactly had she done last night? Nothing really bad, she knew that.

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JOHNS POV:

John was woken by the sound of his alarm at five in the morning the next day. Subconciously he checked his phone for any calls or texts from Clara, but was disappointed when his lock-screen was empty. He groaned before swinging his legs over the side of the bed and walking to his bathroom to shower. The floor was cold underneath his feet as he turned on his hot water, stripped and took a shower.

Afterwards he dressed in a nice dress shirt, slacks and a blue tie. Something felt off in the air. He made his usual black coffee with a spoon full of sugar and ate buttered toast. John felt as if a million bees were swarming inside his brain, making it very difficult to think straight. John drove to his class in silence. No radio. No nothing. He drove as if he was a robot, controled by a remote or a puppet controled by strings.

When the clock hit seven o'clock am, John waited for Clara to come into the room. He waited to see her walk through the door. In his heart, he hoped yesterday was just a dream and maybe everything would be okay. But by the time the clock showed 7:17am, all the students were groaning and wondering why they hadn't started lessons yet. But eventually at 7:20am, John decided to start class and start lessons. "Hello, class. Today we will be learning about..." he rambled on.

By the end of class, which he had cut short to end at only 8:56am, he was exhausted from every thought that had floated into his mind during class. Clara's cute dimples and how her feet dangled only two inches from the ground wherever she sat. How she smelt. Like rain drops and apples. He swore that Clara's scent had creeped into his nose while teaching. Oh god, why did it have to be her?

Once everybody had left, John rested his forehead on the hard surface of his desk and groaned. Everything felt wrong again. He didn't smile. He didn't feel the slightest bit of happiness. All because he loved her.

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John came home that night at 7:28 and heaved two grocery bags onto his countertop. The gold bracelet on his wrist sparkled in the soft kitchen lights. Slowly he slipped the bracelet off of his wrist and put it in the pocket of his black suit jacket. "She's gone, John. Might as well get over her now." he whispered to himself.

His phone suddenly began ringing. The name said Clara Oswald so John quickly answered it, "Hello? Clara?"

The voice on the other end was definitely not Clara. It was heavily Scottish. "John, it's Amy, Clara's roommate. Is Clara with you?"

"No, she's not. We--uh, we broke up." he stuttered.

"Oh, I didn't know that. I haven't seen her in two days. I found her phone on the sidewalk just a minute ago. I dunno where she is." Amy's voice was hysterially desperate and it sounded as if she was sobbing. "You have to help me find her, please."

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. Where are you?"

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Not even fifteen minutes later, John arrived at the sidewalk were Amy sat waiting for him. She was sobbing into her knees, sitting on the three-foot tall cement wall that sat parallel to the sidewalk. Amy looked up to see him parking his car and stepping out. "John! Oh my God, John! You're here! "

"Whats going on? Found out anything?" John quickly jumped on the subject at hand. His heart was beating a million miles a minute.

"Well, yeah. She went over to her exes dorm yesterday night and didn't come home." Amy forced back another sob by sniffling. "We have to go to his dorm."

"Okay, get in the car. Where's his dorm?" John asked. His mind was cluttered by the thought of her. Her lips. Her smile. Her hair. Her everything. She was all the mattered.

"Bartleys dormitorys." Amy replied.

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Clara' POV:

"Travis, my head hurts." Clara whined while walking down the sidewalk with a water bottle full of vodka in her hand.

Travis simply shook it head, "Just take another sip, everything will be alright."

"Okay, if you say so." Clara obeyed and took a gulp of her vodka. "What are we doing here anyway?" Clara asked. She stumbled as she tried to walk normally, failing over and over again.

They were in the bad part of the college town and police sirens could be heard everywhere. Honestly, Clara couldn't remember even leaving Travis's dorm much less walking to the other side of town. "Chill out." Travis spat.

Suddenly Clara realized why she had broke up with him. Not only did he cheat on her, Travis treated her like complete garbage. Just because she was drunk didn't mean she was stupid. "Travis, take me home."

"What?" he glared at her.

"I said: take me home!" Clara shouted, throwing the bottle of vodka to the ground. The clear liquid busted everywhere on the sidewalk. Her face was red and her ears burned despite the cold January snow that covered the ground. "Now!" All she could think of was Johns face and how he treated her so nice. But her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier as she tried to focus on Travis's angry face. Suddenly she felt herself falling. Clara hit her head on the hard concrete. Black spots clouded her vision as slowly she became comatose. John. John. John. Save me, John.

Travis paused, shocked, before running down the sidewalk and leaving Clara there to either die or be found.