Douche?

Relaxing hipster music overflowed the silence Amora and I shared on the drive back towards my neighborhood. My thumb gazed my phone's screen. One bold message popped up in white that stated I had one missed phone call from Josh. Is that all that fight was worth to him? One call? My teeth harshly latched unto my bottom lip in a stinging wonder. Did he really care about me? A sigh released from my throat as the phone's screen turned black. No, of course he cared.

"So..." Amora finally spoke, "This morning? Was it Josh?"

I felt the widening of my eyes. My head swung her direction. Amora merely gave me a knowing, downcast expression. A frown over took my lips, unable to say the answer she already knew to be true. We had another fight... what else was new? I almost had felt embarrassed to admit it.

"Yeah. We did get into a fight. A pretty heated one at that," I explained, "You remembered how I called you up at the very last minute to pick me up? Guess who didn't come for me this morning..." I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at the house that Amora had slowed the car upon reaching.

Her lips separated barely an inch. "You. Have. Got. To be kidding me?!" she forced a bitter laugh, "Douche bag much?"

My lips sealed firmly closed at hearing her outburst. Amora's attention shifted from the road to me as she situated the shifting gear into park.

"Listen Scarlet," her tone softened, "You need to dump him. I know you don't want to hear this, but he can not keep treating you like this."

A hand situated itself unto the side of my shoulder blade in a comforting gesture. But I couldn't be happy for it. Amora mistook my silence as me being sad when I had been frustrated instead. I was so done with today. I didn't need to hear a lecture every time Josh and I fought about how he was no good for me.

I removed Amora's hand in a rush as I propped open the Shelby car door. Her eyes flashed with surprise as I withdrew the water that dared to fill my own. I was never good at getting emotional: frustration led to anger which led to crying. I could hear the driver's seat door crash open as I neared the front door to my house.

Amora's voice echoed my name as I refused to answer her calls. Pressing forward to the double glass doors, I had no intention of hearing her out.

"Please. Scarlet!" she begged, "You know I only want what's best for you. I'm your friend. It's just my opinion."

I gripped my fingers into my palm tightly. Switching on my heels, I came in contact with Amora's eyeline. My eyes narrowed harshly unto her own.

"Look, I don't care!" I shouted, "You do not call my boyfriend names. You don't disrespect him. You are supposed to support me. That is a friend," I ended bitterly.

Amora's expression appeared as though she wanted to gag. Anger rose in her brown orbs. "Oh. Oh!" she repeated, "A friend is it? Someone who care?! You know, enough to come pick your ass up last minute. I had to speed down here just to come get you! And don't even get me on being supportive! I've supported this bitch boy for way too long."

A gaping separated my lips at hearing Amora disregard what I had said. I didn't care if he was an asshole! He was still my boyfriend and I shouldn't have to listen to someone speak about him this way. "See that's exactly what I mean!" I countered, "If you respected me, who would respect who I date and my opinions."

Amora's hands hit the arm in frustration in a single swoop, and slapped back down against her sides. I could feel the older lady, Miss Jones', witnessing us from across her lawn.

"Give me a break!" she laughed bitterly, "Look at him! He makes you late for classes you paid for--hell wouldn't have even attended if you hadn't had me. He always shows up late! He cares more about that damn rap bullshit than you!"

The water threatened to spring from my eyes once again. I can't take much more of this, or I'm going to end up in a crying fit. Focusing on my anger instead, I twisted opposite of Amora and strutted towards the entrance. "I'm done here."

"Hey Scarlet! What happened when you cried on the phone and told him you needed him? --Oh that's right! He was recording rap!" Amora's voice hashed out the last blow. A pounding sound singled the closing of the driver's side door.

The engine roared, the tires screeched and the door to my house closed behind me. My back leaned against it in defeat as water wetted my cheeks.

"god Damn It.."