Clark should've apologized at school on Monday, but he didn't. In fact, as soon as she left his house earlier that weekend, he wanted to run back to her, telling her he was sorry. And then he would've helped her with the advice. But he still hadn't apologized.

He managed to attempt to talk to Johanna, but she simply just walked away. And he tried it about four times throughout the day. But, she just refused to talk to him. And he couldn't stand that she was mad at him. 

Clark decided later after school to go to her house and apologize. He walked down the street to Johanna's, trying to stay calm, and thinking of what he would say. He arrived at her house, knocking at the door. 

Johanna opened the door, and when she saw Clark, a frown came onto her face. "What do you want, Clark? It's almost eight o'clock."

"I wanted to apologize. About yesterday... I'm so-"

"Look Clark," Johanna put her hands in her hoodie, her eyes glaring at him like daggers; but they also were watering. "I don't want to talk. I don't really want to talk for a while because of yesterday. Just give me some time. Give me some space. Okay?"

Clark felt like he'd just been shot. He understood Johanna wasn't a person to talk, but she'd never said anything like that to him. "Oh... O-okay." 

And with that she shut the door, leaving Clark alone, her words repeating in his head.

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