"Did you set your cousin on me like some fucking dog to make sure I wouldn't cheat on you!? Is that how little you trust me!? Because if it is maybe we really do need to talk about the future of our relationship."
Scarlett liked to spend a lot of time in bed, and that was where she was just then -- scrolling through her phone, reading funny tweets and trying to relax. Her small bubble of momentary ignorance of the outside world was shattered, however, when Ash burst into her room and began to shout. The whole thing had caught her off guard and for a second she just sat there, lounging on her bed and staring at Ash with a blank expression. She probably looked as if she wasn’t even listening, but her expression of calm began to morph into something between anger and disbelief as the words began to process. “What the fuck.” Her phone was discarded as she stood from the bed, to be at eye level with Ash though there was a good foot of space between the two of them. “Are you being fucking serious right now? We’re barely back to talking and you’re bursting into my room to scream at me about my fucking cousin and the future of our relationship?” Scarlett could feel herself getting angrier as the seconds ticked by, and most of that came from the sudden intrusion and what exactly was being shouted at her. It felt like she and Ash had only just gotten back on track, and here they were again, back at square one.
“For your information, I didn’t ask Zelda to do anything. So right off the bat you’re fucking wrong. But you know what? Shit like this makes me not trust you. Why would it even cross your mind that my cousin is spying on you to see if you’re cheating if it wasn’t already in your fucking head? Why would you be thinking any of it in the first place?” Scarlett advanced a step towards Ash, shaking her head. “We just made things right, Ash! I’m not trying to spy on you. And I did trust you, but now I’m wondering if I really should.” Her arms moved to fold tightly across her chest, and she looked at Ash for a long moment before swallowing. “Is this going to happen every time we make up? Is this just what things are going to be like? Because if it is then maybe you’re actually right. Maybe we need to talk about the future of our relationship. Or, apparently, the fucking lack of one.”
