"You're such an idiot!" She snaps, pushing past him on her way to the kitchen.
He staggers into the wall, her ferocity unexpected. He recovers quickly though, not that she notices, and rolls his eyes as she disappears. He doesn't know if he should be surprised that she's upset, but he isn't. This sort of thing? Totally the norm.
Against his better judgment he follows her, pausing to lean against the door frame. She's running the tap, waiting for the water to cool as she pulls out a glass. He steps into the room, grimacing at the way his wet sneakers sound against the tile. He runs a hand through his hair, slicking back the water that's beaded there. He does nothing to shake the water off his hand as he leans against the counter across from her.
She's not facing him, and he's bitterly wishing that for once, just fucking once, she'd look him in the eye. But she won't, no; she'll probably never even attempt it. He acts like it doesn't bother him; he acts like he doesn't even notice. It does, he does.
His face twists into a scowl, hiding the frustration behind a wall of anger. He's a natural at that.
"I don't see what the big fucking deal is."
He actually doesn't, she's totally overreacting. Her spine stiffens, her posture straightening as she stops moving. She has the sense to turn off the water before her cup overfills, and the sudden lack of white noise draws even more tension into the room.
"Oh. You don't?" Her response is short, clipped even, completely monotone and un-accusing, not dramatic in the slightest. He knows he's in for it now, but that's not enough to get him to stop.
"No, I really fucking don't. Want to enlighten me as to why you're being a bitch?"
She all but slams the glass down, her hands moving to clench to counter around the sink as she leans into it. He recognizes what she's doing even before she takes a deep breath. She's trying to calm down, trying to gain composure. Trying to stay in character.
He won't have that, and he's not backing down.
"You're overreacting." It's simple, but effective. She whirls around, and he smirks in acidic satisfaction as she finally looks him in the eye. They're clearly making great strides tonight; who needs couple's therapy?
"And this, this, is coming from you?" Her laughter is incredulous, condescending, and he's wishing he had something to break right now. Her reaction burns him, badly, and his fist clenches, because he needs to direct the tension somewhere. He pushes away from the counter, and he's defensive and pissed as he looms over her, closer than what would be comfortable.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He sneers, feeling almost cliché for even saying it, but no other words come to mind. He can tell by her expression that she doesn't like where this is heading, and hell, he doesn't either. But they' can't stop now, they're going too fast and they're too close to the cliff's edge to prevent the fall.
She doesn't seem to realize the inevitable, because she tries to turn around anyways, "Forget it; forget I said anything at all!" She tries to storm past him, but he's ready this time around. He steps in front of her, blocking her way as he glares down at her. She's avoiding his eyes again. Fan-fucking-tastic.
"Oh no, this isn't over! You're going to tell me why you're so pissed when you're the one who flipped out."
Her eyes are back on his in an instant, a scowl marring her face. He can't tell if she's crying or if it's just the rain.
"I did not, as you so eloquently put it, "flip out". If anyone "flipped out", it was you!" She snaps, trying again to get around him. He leans against the door, stretching out an arm to keep her boxed in.
"What?" He has no idea what she's talking about, maybe due to obliviousness, probably due to denial.
"Last week. You'd barely been in the door a minute before you freaked out!" He stiffens at that, his arm pushing against the door frame unconsciously.
"Whoa. Hold up. That shit's not the same!" He's not sure who's angrier at this point, and that pisses him off. She has no right to be this upset right now, not when it's her fault.
"Obviously, considering that there was clearly nothing of a scandalous nature going on- "
"Please, that douche was totally eye fucking you!" He cuts her off, too worked up to let her finish.
"And what was going on tonight?"
"Nothing was going on!" He responds, exasperation showing as he repeats what he said before. What does she want him to say? She scoffs,
"That was not nothing. Please, she was all over you!"
"Exactly, she was all over me, not the other way around!"
"Well, you didn't seem too eager to push her off!" He knows she's overreacting, but there's nothing that says he has to be rational when she isn't.
"Oh, and you're such a god-damned saint!" He's fuming and she shoves him. He steps back, allowing her a way out. She doesn't miss the opportunity, heading straight for the front door. He follows, scowling as he half-listens to the rant she's already started.
"- and clearly it was imbecilic of me to even consider the notion that you could follow a monogamous lifestyle!"
She loses him a bit there, but he catches the gist of it. He's fucking pissed.
"You think I would cheat on you?" He almost can't believe the accusation, and he really doesn't want to know the answer to his question. The look she sends him does answer it though, and it breaks something within him.
"Well, it's not like cheating is outside of your skill set, Noah."
He slams his hand on the wall, ignoring her flinch as he seethes. He leans forward, and he's caught somewhere between yelling and hissing.
"Fuck that! And you have such a perfect record?" She glares, flipping her still wet hair over her shoulder as she turns to fully face him.
"I have never cheated on anyone!"
He sneers, adopting a mockingly apologetic, severely transparent, expression. His voice drips sarcasm,
"Oh, that's right. My bad! You don't cheat, you just chase after what's already taken, don't you?"
He expects her to be offended, expects her to be angry. She probably is, but she is such a good actor that it doesn't show.
Her bitter laughter cuts him, but it's her follow up that stuns him,
"And this lecture is coming from 'the bastard father'?"
Aight, if you didn't catch on, I'll break it down for you: This is a flashback. This happened way before the events in this story. I've made the decision to include a series of flashbacks within the story, some like this, some happy, but I don't want them within the other chapters.
Real, relevant chapter coming soon. My goal is to get this story finished up over christmas break, but as of yet I have no idea how long this thing is going to be. I mean, this was a one-shot when I first wrote it. XD
Anyways, I'll warn you now that not all the memories will be this long, some may be only a few hundred words.
Poll is still going, expect the next chapter very soon.
As always, review if you have the time/or something to say. This is my first story so, really, I appreciate it. :3