"What in the world were you even thinking?!" Antony's words shot through their barrier of silence, their meaning like a dagger digging into Arina's guilty heart. She screwed up, that was something she could bring herself to admit in honesty. Seeing Derrick after his scary stunt a few days ago was beyond reasonable common sense. So why did Arina feel a rush of unwanted anger course through her bodily veins? Was it Antony's tone that set off her long trail of patient-draining gunpowder? Could it have been her unraveled nerves? "I mean, God you want me to trust you but, fuck you go and do this!" he raged on, a tan hand pressed against his forehead out of frustration. That was a habit Arina was used to eying. Whenever she got under his skin, the man would go and do his two act signal: first--like their current moment--Antony would place a hectic hand on his forehead. Just as soon as he did that, it moved up through his thick head of short hair.
She had a right to feel unnecessarily childish, no? Of course she did, Arina never appreciated ageism when it happened to her. It only gets worse when it comes out of Antony's mouth, of all people. So when she piped up in her defense, his reaction seemed so sweetly appropriate, given the circumstances.
"What does trust have to do with this?" Antony's true blue eyes shot a sourly curious look at his roommate. Arina pulled a few black, annoying strands of hair away from her cyan hued eyes. She savored his disgusted expression of shock and question, he deserved it. No doubt, he did.
"Are you serious?" he dared asking, willing to feign a tone of a dumbfounded bastard. His question wasn't so much of a leap of courage, rather it was more of a bomb wire being cut. Arina never unleashed her fury until it reached critical levels and given their last few shaky weeks, that stage of mind was now being reached. Antony leaned against his bedroom door, the raven colored fabric of his zip-up sweatshirt touching the man's otherwise bare back. He let out a pent up sigh before adding, "No, no you can't be. I know you better than that."
"Obviously you don't if you're actually questioning me like this."
"Don't feed me that bullshit!"
"What bullshit Antony?! So I went to see Derrick behind your back," she shot back, anger prickling her words; the girl was willing to play with the logical ploy Antony was seemingly going for. She stalked forward, hands made into emotional fists, stance ultimately predatory.
And God, she felt good. Oh so good... "So if it wasn't for you, I might be a bloody mess right now. That's right, right?"
She had a right to feel unnecessarily childish, no? Of course she did, Arina never appreciated ageism when it happened to her. It only gets worse when it comes out of Antony's mouth, of all people. So when she piped up in her defense, his reaction seemed so sweetly appropriate, given the circumstances.
"What does trust have to do with this?" Antony's true blue eyes shot a sourly curious look at his roommate. Arina pulled a few black, annoying strands of hair away from her cyan hued eyes. She savored his disgusted expression of shock and question, he deserved it. No doubt, he did.
"Are you serious?" he dared asking, willing to feign a tone of a dumbfounded bastard. His question wasn't so much of a leap of courage, rather it was more of a bomb wire being cut. Arina never unleashed her fury until it reached critical levels and given their last few shaky weeks, that stage of mind was now being reached. Antony leaned against his bedroom door, the raven colored fabric of his zip-up sweatshirt touching the man's otherwise bare back. He let out a pent up sigh before adding, "No, no you can't be. I know you better than that."
"Obviously you don't if you're actually questioning me like this."
"Don't feed me that bullshit!"
"What bullshit Antony?! So I went to see Derrick behind your back," she shot back, anger prickling her words; the girl was willing to play with the logical ploy Antony was seemingly going for. She stalked forward, hands made into emotional fists, stance ultimately predatory.
And God, she felt good. Oh so good... "So if it wasn't for you, I might be a bloody mess right now. That's right, right?"
