Ambivalence

Science vs. Art

Camila's Pov

Bang.

"Oh god!"

Bang.

"Yes! Harder."

Bang.

"So good!"

I sat on my bed, staring at the shaking wall with a strange mixture of horror and astonishment. It had been four days since I'd moved in, and it was like this every other freaking night. At first, I'd thought she was shooting a porno.

"Ah Laur...yes!"

The woman screamed in what I could only guess was utter ecstasy. She had a broader vocabulary than the other woman Dr. Asshole had brought over; she had just kept singing, "Fuck."

Bang!

I jumped back as, once more, my wall shook.

This is ridiculous! It's two in the morning! I rose to my feet, banging my hand on the wall before jumping off my bed and heading toward the door. Ripping it open, I stomped to her door and raised my fist, ready to slam it down on—

"What!" she yelled, almost pulling the door off its hinges. She stood there in nothing but her pajama bottoms hanging low off her hips and in her black sports bra.  

 "Hi, do you mind screwing at a more reasonable hour? I can't sleep listening to you people moan behind me," I snapped back.

"I'm a doctor, this is a reasonable hour for me," she replied, trying to close the door.

I stuck my hand out to stop it. "Maybe for you, but for normal human beings, not so much."

she shrugged. "And why should I care?"

"Wow, are you really this much of a dick?"

"Baby, is everything all right?" A woman with bottle number nine red hair stepped forward in what looked to be only her shirt. She wrapped her arm around her Abs, glaring at me.

"Apparently, you were too loud. My neighbor can't sleep."

Her gaze focused on me, and she looked me up and down. "Sorry."

"Good enough, Con Artist?"

she didn't wait for my reply before closing the door in my face. Once again, I knocked.

"What!"

I looked past Asshole to the woman and smiled. "she has chlamydia."

"What?"

Lauren stared at me, dumbfounded, but the girl seemed clueless. I laughed out loud as I headed back to my apartment. Yes, it was childish, but there was just something about her that got under my freaking skin. I want to punch her face in. At least they've stopped, I thought, falling onto my bed. I was there for only a moment before I heard someone knocking.

Please don't be you. I prayed, but it did no good. I opened the door partially and the prick let herself in, now dressed in jeans and a gray shirt. she glanced around my place, which was mostly empty since I didn't have furniture.

"Excuse you! I don't remember inviting you in."

"Chlamydia? Really? What are you, in high school?" she finally spoke, leaning against my kitchen counter.

"Did you come here for an apol—"

"Yes, in fact, I did. My friend left me, and I should sue you for slander."

"Slander? Really? Please, go ahead. As long as I get sleep, I don't care."

"You paint pictures for a living. Sleep in the day."