Christin

Jen and Alphonso took one look at us. In that moment, I didn’t care what I looked like. Sure, I was wet, disheveled and had a ceramic object in my hand, but my main focus was on Pat.

As Pat saw me coming around the corner, I began to scream at him. “Get the *expletive* out of here!” and “Who the *expletive* do you think you are?” I was angry at him. But more importantly, I was angry at myself for making a bad decision and putting myself in this precarious position.

I charged towards Pat and he opened the door to the apartment and fled. I ran after him and threw the toothbrush holder at him. I missed, unfortunately. I slowly walked back up the stairs, not wanting to open the door. I didn’t want to face Jen or Alphonso. I didn’t want to talk about what was done and what was said. I just wanted to forget any of this had happened and go back to the way it was before.
I opened the door, which felt like Pandora’s Box. I walked in and made a beeline to my room. I shut the door and just as I was going to lay down, I hear “knock, knock”. It was Alphonso. He wanted to know what had happened. I began explaining the evening’s events to him. I didn’t see Jen, but she happened to over hear what I was telling Alphonso.
All of sudden, she stomped down the hall and slammed the bathroom door. I had no idea what her issue was. So, I yelled through the door “What is the matter?” Jen responds “Well now that he has you, he doesn’t want me anymore!” I had no idea what she was talking about. Apparently, my naivety and obliviousness were in full effect. She began screaming through the door.

And then it clicked.
Pat and Jen had a thing. Or did they? I was confused. I had never seen anything between them. No flirting, no chemistry, not anything. But maybe I was wrong. I asked her through the locked bathroom door what she was talking about. Silence.
I looked at Alphonso and then I knew. She thought I was trying to steal Pat away from her. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the day’s events but I became enraged. I pounded on the door and told her to come out. If she had something to say, she needed to come out and say it.

“Come out, let’s do this” I screamed. I banged on the door and she began screaming back. Now, I must preface this with I have never been in a physical altercation ever. I told Alphonso that I didn’t need this drama. Alphonso was just standing there with a blank look on his face, standing between me and the door. A few minutes passed.
I heard the click of the lock.
And then Jen opened the door and came out.