Escaping Grace

She stalked into the apartment, throwing her bag on the couch.
"You can't give me the silent treatment all night," I snapped, slamming the door behind us.
"I'm going to take a shower."
I paused, and stared at her as she went to the bedroom, came out carrying clothes, and then slammed the bathroom door shut.
Way to avoid the subject.
I frowned as I heard water, and shrugged out of my jacket.
What was WRONG with her? What did she have with that jackass? Had they slept together? I narrowed my eyes.
No way.
Right?
Fuck.
I strode to the bathroom door and jerked it open, and I saw Leah turn in surprise through the patterned shower door.
"You're not getting out of talking to me," I jerked my shirt over my head.
"you can't wait fifteen minutes for me to shower?" she was still hissing at me.
I stepped out of the rest of my clothes and stepped into the hot water.
Leah turned immediately to face me, wet hair straggling around her face and eyeliner smeared across her eyes. She crossed her arms like I hadn't already kissed everything she wanted to hide.
"Let's talk now," I gazed at her. I didn't want to fight with her, I wanted to ... Hell, I don't know. Clear the air? Get things straight? Not have so many questions nagging my mind?
"There's nothing to talk about," she stared at my chest evasively.
"Leah, come on." I brushed her hair away from her face, the mist starting to dampen my own. "Talk to me. What happened with you and Xavier? Don't look at me like that, why else would you be so pissed?"
Leah started to chew her lip, and then finally glanced up at me. "Xavier helped us out a lot when we first came to town, is all. He used to be a good friend to all of us."
"All of you, or just you?"
She glared at me.
"Right. Sorry. Continue."
"Anyway, we were all friends until he started getting so dopey," she shook her head. "Just... It's kind of sad, yknow? We were all such good friends and then he just went off the deep end. We didn't talk for a long time until the show."
Why didn't I believe her?
She glanced up at me again, then frowned. "Can I take my shower now?"
"No," she was always keeping things from me, why couldn't she trust me?
"Andy, seriously. We're wasting all the hot water."
I clenched my jaw, staring over her head.
God, I was so pissed off at her. She didn't trust me, not after all this time. she hadn't trusted me with anything the entire time we'd known each other. Why? What was she hiding? Or better yet, why did I even care? She was just a girl and we had a good time in bed. That should be the extent of our relationship, and it would've been if I hadn't pushed for more because of my feelings for her.
I kept making a fool of myself with her.
"Andy?"
"Take your shower." I grunted, and started to step out.
"Wh--- Andy!" she grabbed my arm. "Why are you so pissed?"
"Because you don't trust me with shit!" I turned to glare at her. "Ever! You keep things from me all the time, and for all I know you could have slept with him, but you're too scared to ever let anything go!"
Leah looked like I'd slapped her. "I never slept with Xavier!"
"How can I trust that?" I snapped.
Leahs hand tightened on my arm, and she pushed me back against the tile, slamming the glass door shut so I couldn't leave.
"Xavier was the only guy who gave us a break when we came to town, okay!? He was close with all of us, but he got so bad on drugs we decided to not play at his club anymore. He --- thought he had a thing for me once but obviously I didn't feel the same. There's nothing there, Andy. And I haven't slept with anyone since I came to this city except you, got it!?"
My gaze wavered on hers.
"Please, Andy, THAT'S the truth." I hesitated, then slowly relented. I wanted to believe her, so I would. But I was still pissed at her.
"I'm still so fucking mad at you, Leah. You ---."
"I get it," she interrupted me, letting her hand slip down into mine. "I'm ... I'm ... Closed off, a lot," she wiped water out of her face, "and I'm sorry. I don't mean to be. I've just never had to explain anything to anyone else before who didn't already know."
I could accept that, begrudgingly.
I sighed, and cupped her face between my hands. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole about things."
She smiled up at me. "I wouldn't be dating you if I didn't appreciate you being an asshole sometimes."
My lips twitched, and I leaned down to kiss her.
"You know," I murmured after a second, "it occurs to me we haven't had shower sex yet."

Notes

Tell me what you think! I know it's kind of short. What do you think happened with Xavier?