She stepped out of the kitchen and they stopped talking. She went into her room to change and could still hear their voices as she went in.
"You have a female roommate? Why didn't you tell me"
"Because, it wasn't important..."
She wiped another stupid tear that was trekking down her cheek again. She didn't know why these stupid tears of hers have no backbone. She wasn't even important. Of course she had wanted it like that, so why was she crying that he was following her rules? Because of the way he said it, because of how indifferently he said it.
"It wasn't important? Have you slept with her yet?"
"Come on, don't be ridiculous. Can't you see we're living like strangers? We don't talk."
"It should remain that way. Wait, that explains why you have like two different living rooms in one space?"
Faith didn't hear Ethans' response, maybe he just nooded his head to that question or he had shrugged or did whatever to affirm what she was saying. But the girl continued talking.
"No wonder she used red colour of couches on nude paintings, who does that?"
Faith decided that she had heard enough. She didn't want to cry again. She blinked her eyes and looked up, wiping her tears with a finger. She come out of the room and could feel the eyes of the girl on her, but she managed to keep her gaze front, heading straight for her typewriter.
She sat down by the typewriter and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she wasn't supposed to mind these people. She wasn't even supposed to hear them. After calming her racing heart, she turned on her reading lamp and started typing, hoping she would concentrate enough to write at least a chapter that night.
She managed to concentrate for few minutes, but they started watching a movie and it distracted her a lot, but she managed to keep typing. But it didn't stay for long because they started giggling loudly and even making out. She still kept calm, typing in words upon words of inspiration, not letting them get to her. It wasn't her business, she shouldn't look that way, she kept telling herself.
But, then, it was as if they were doing it on purpose and it was getting louder. She turned to look at them and saw her sitting on his thighs, her arms around his neck, looking in his eyes. They were not even looking her way, she quickly removed her eyes from them and turned to her typewriter again. The girl laughed out so loud, she turned again and her eyes met with his, she gave him a look that should tell him to keep it down, but his eyes were expressionless, they only stayed on her for a moment and swept back to his girlfriend's face and he smiled.
It made her want to think of Noah, but that wasn't a good idea. It might lead to her drinking again and bringing his attention to her and she didn't want him to think that she was seeking his notice.