One Hell Of A Year

The bitch

"Well, I guess we could go-" I was cut off by a knock at the door.
David peered over my shoulder at it in hesitation. He then proceeded to answer it. He looked into the peephole. Then, he recoiled and sighed, whispering something under his breath. He then straightened up and plastered a smile onto his face. The fake kind.
When he opened the door, a short woman around our age with red hair and green eyes glared at him. Then at me. She crossed her arms and stomped over to my position.
"Hey," I greeted her kindly.
"You, leave. Now," she spat.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed. I plastered grin onto my own face. I chuckled at her, "sorry, honey, your rich daddy didn't buy you the world. You don't own it."
"I'm being serious, slut."
"Same, and uh, I'm a virgin," I pointed at the sky. I then placed my finger onto her lips. "Please leave."
"I don't need to do what you say," she scoffed. I'm pretty sure David could feel her poison from his position at the door.
"Eh, I guess you're right. You don't. But I don't have to listen to you," my grin grew wider as I strolled to my nightstand. I pulled out my earbuds, plugged them into my phone, and Blasted Joan Jett at full volume. I then looked back at her.
She had her mouth wide open. I smirked and tapped under my jaw as a sign that she should close it. I think I yelled something along the lines of, "you'll catch flies!"
Her mouth shut, replacing the previous face with a scowl. Then she started talking. Then yelling. Then screaming. At that point, I had wiped so much saliva off of my face I was sure I could fill a swimming pool.
I got bored of watching her sanity at me. So I had time to catch a glimpse of David. At first, he seemed pretty shocked. His eyes seemed like they were going to pop out, his jaw was collecting dust on the floor, etc. After about five minutes of it, he became quite entertained. I could see him fighting back laughter and looking at me. He eventually fought it down enough so he only showed a smirk. We were both smiling at this point. The girl, she was oblivious to us. Soon enough though, she caught on.
She stomped away from me and returned to David. This was when I turned off the music. I kept the earbuds in so they knew I wasn't listening. God, I'd hoped she was leaving soon. My ears were ringing, of course. But I heard well enough to eavesdrop on some of their confrontation.
"I'm sorry, babe," David bit his lip, still stifling a little laughter.
"You were laughing at me," she said in tears. It was the kind that actors use in movies. She was just trying to make him feel guilty.
It seemed to work as his smile faded. "No, I'm really sorry, babe, honest. It won't happen again, I promise."
Her anger was back, concluding that she was either bipolar or faking it. She closed the fight off with, "you'd better hope your serious. If I catch you even talking to that whore, we're through," she made a cutting motion along her throat and stomped out of the room.
When the door slammed, I took the earbuds out and asked David, "and who was the queen of England?"
"My girlfriend, Stephanie."
"Oh, sorry. That name screams bitch."
"Yeah, she..." he looked at the floor and back up at me. Like he was thinking. "She's something."
"You know, if you're not happy, you could just leave."
"No, no. I'm fine, thank you."
"I saw that smile, it was faker than her face."
He laughed, "and how would you know what a fake smile looks like."
"I..." I hesitated, "I grew up in a poor family. My mom would pull so much together to save for my college tuition. So in in the end, we were only left with very little to use on ourselves. But, you know how moms work. She kept from worrying. I'd always battled with anxiety, so she didn't want to send me spiraling into a hole. So..."
"She lied," he finished my sentence for me.
"Yeah, but I forgive her. Especially considering the rest of my childhood. Which left everyone confused."