He moves to the side and I brush past him angrily.
He washes his hair and I start to wash myself and then he gets out angrily and starts to dry himself.
“You haven’t seen me over-react yet, Joshua.”
He rolls his eyes and fakes a smile. He is bloody kidding himself.
“Listen, asshole,” I snap. “You do not get to keep secrets from me with no consequences. I’ve had all the deciet from you that I am going to take.”
He lurches at me like the devil himself. “And I have had enough of trying to protect you only to be treated like an asshole. It was before we were together so it has nothing to do with you.”
“What!” I scream. “Nothing to do with me, are you kidding? What the hell are you talking about, you idiot, it has everything to do with me.”
“This isn’t about you or me Natasha,” he screams.
I screw up my face. “What the hell are you talking about now? You’ve totally lost it.”
“Do you think I want my children to be able to google me having sex with a prostitute in twenty years?”
I stand still, shit he’s right. If this gets to the internet, he’s totally screwed.
“But, of course, it’s about you, Natasha … everything is about you!”
He wraps the towel around his waist angrily and leaves the bathroom.
My god he’s an asshole. I turn the shower off, wrap a towel around me and storm out dripping wet after him. I find him in my bedroom rummaging through the wardrobe for something to wear. Cameron and Bridget are in the same positions we left them in on my bed fast asleep.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I scream.
“It means you were supposed to stand by my side last night and unite with me but of course you would blame me and leave.”
“Why do you say that?” I scream. He has got to be kidding. I am not taking the blame for his keeping secrets. What a prick.
“Because it’s what you do best!” he screams.
“Shut the hell up, you two,” Cameron sighs.
“You shut up,” I yell in reply to Cameron. “Get out of my room, I want to get dressed.”
“Oh god, what happened to the bad porno?” Bridget groans. “At least that was quiet.”
Joshua glares at her as he grabs some of his underpants from a drawer in my cupboard.
“It turned bad, really fucking bad!” he yells.
“Shut up you idiot!” I scream. “You haven’t seen really bad yet!” I spray my underarms with deodorant angrily.
“Oh god, go away,” Bridget groans as she pulls the pillow over her head.
Joshua pulls up his underpants and shorts. “Cameron, we’re leaving. Get up.”
Cameron is still lying over the bottom of my bed with the back of his forearm slung over his face. “Oh god,” he murmurs.
“Now, fucker!” Joshua screams. He hits him on the back of the arm as he storms out into the lounge room.
Red steam is shooting from my ears, he is kidding himself. I have done nothing wrong and I will not apologise for leaving the club last night. He fucking deserved it. I follow him, still in my towel. He is at the sink having a glass of water.
I storm into the kitchen. “You are kidding yourself, Joshua Stanton. I will not take the blame for leaving the club last night. I was embarrassed that everyone knew what was going on but me again.”