Know Better
Zoey stormed through the door of their apartment and tossed her purse down on the counter. She refused to look behind her as Mike followed.
"Come on, Zo, you know that wasn't me!" he called after her as he shut the door behind them. "Vito was just... happy to see her again, that's all!"
"Forty-eight other contestants, Mike," Zoey said, seething. "There were forty-eight other contestants at that reunion. And you had to talk to her?!"
"I'm not allowed to talk to other people?!"
"Not when they're her! You know Vito always tries to come out whenever you talk to Anne Maria at these things! You guys aren't even close anyway!"
"I was just trying to be nice, say hi to everyone-"
"Yeah, nice," Zoey scoffed. "I think having a reporter catch the two of you feeling each other up in a closet is a just a bit beyond 'nice'."
"It wasn't the two of us, it was her and Vito, I had nothing to do with this-"
Zoey stomped toward their bedroom door, entered the room, and slammed the door shut. Mike tried to follow, but the door had been locked.
"Zoey!" Mike called. "It was just a stupid mistake! You know me better than that! I'd never want anyone else but you! I hate that this happened as much as you do!"
Silence came from inside the room.
"ZOEY!"
Still no response. Mike groaned and went to flop down on the couch. Zoey wasn't normally the type to banish him to sleeping in the living room when she was upset – she wasn't the type to stay upset with him for very long at all – but this time, he'd really gone too far.
"You should know better too, Vito..." Mike grumbled. "Why'd you have to do this in the first place?"
Hey, either you let me have a crack at Zoey – ugly girl, really, but I'll take what I can get – or you keep her to yourself and I find pleasure elsewhere, Vito answered inside his head. I ain't no monk.
"Screw you, Vito."
Vito's only other response for the rest of the night was laughter. Mike failed to see the comedy in the situation.
