THE CONFRONTATION

    Ethan knocked on Faith's door but got no answer. He knocked again. "It's me, Ethan," he said. 

        "Go away!" she drawled. 

       "Why?" He opened her door and went in, she was lying on her bed, but stood up when he walked in. 

       "What do you want?" 

        "What did you say to Charlotte?" 

       "I told her to leave me the hell alone, to mind her business and I asked her if you read her the part of the rule which talked about staying out of each other's business if you did, what part of it does she not understand? Seriously, you need to tell your...girls to stay out of my way. "

      "What did she do to deserve all this venom from you? Miss Prescott, I don't understand what is wrong with you, this moment you are all friendly and nice, the next, you are so cold. You know for a Psychiatrist, you seem to have a lot of problems..." 

      "I am not a psychiatrist, I am a psychologist!" Faith snapped. 

       "Psychiatrist, psychologist, they are all the same and you talk to people about how to live the best of their lives, how to amend their relationships, how to loosen up, yet you are so uptight. What is eating you up? Why can't you let go?" 

         She was boiling, who was he to tell her what to do? How dare he think that he knows her? She walked up to him, her face all flushed with anger. He was so tall that he was almost looming over her and she had to tilt her head up to be on the same eye level as him. 

       "You don't know a damn thing about me, you don't have the right to say those things to me, how dare you?" 

       His eyes fixed on her, she glared back at him, her eyes menacing. They stood there like that for a while, then she took a few steps back. 

     "If that is all, you can show yourself out of the door," she said and went back to her bed. 

        "All this so much anger because of what happened yesterday?" 

        "I understand that you are a playboy and all but don't try to drug me to add me to the list of your conquests." 

      "What? Drugged?" incredulity painted his face. "You thought we drugged you?" 

       "It doesn't even make any sense. How do you explain having sex with me when your girlfriend was there? Was she taking videos? How much will she get from that? I don't have any cash if she intends to blackmail me with my sex tape." 

       "What?!" Ethan exclaimed, probably shocked by what she just said. "How could you even spit so much nonsense from your mouth? We were all drunk and nobody knew what they were doing. You thought I had sex with you, while Charlotte watched? Did you ask yourself why you were still in your undies this morning when you woke up? Can I have sex with your undies on? Charlotte didn't have much to drink so she was just tipsy and after seeing what the both of us did last night, she still went in there, took her time, and prepared oatmeal to help us with the hangover. She is supposed to be the mad one, but you just want to make it about you. It's not always about you, Miss Prescott." That said, he left the room, leaving Faith staring at him helplessly.