You'll Be the Death of Me

"Meli, he fucking hates me," I sobbed down the phone to my best friend, who was currently on speaker phone as I tried to sort myself out.
"He doesn't. He can't."
"You didn't see him. I've completely blown it; he doesn't even want to know me right now."
"Then explain to him what happened!"
"I did! He wouldn't listen!"
"Then forget him."
"It's kinda difficult when I live with him, Mel..."
"Well, don't tell anyone, but me and Johnny are visiting next week. You can come stay with us for a bit."
"Oh, do, lets. I was going to kick her out anyway." Bam said, smirking from the doorway.
"What? Who just said what?" Meli asked.
"Bam just told me he's kicking me out." I tried being nonchalant, but my voice started to break slightly at the end of the sentence, and I was sure it was just about noticeable enough for them to realize it had happened. This really shouldn't be happening to me.
"Shit off." I looked up at Bam, who was still smirking in the doorway.
"What are you just gonna stand there and stare or are you actually going to kick me out?"
"I'm going to do both. Get the fuck out of my house and never come back." The smirk was still plastered to his face as he carefully let the words escape his lips.
"Fine, let me get my shit off Ville. Mel, I'm going. Talk later." I hung up before she had a chance to say anything else, and pushed past Bam, slipping into Ville's room next door. "Valo, give me my shit."
"What part do you want?" He asked, not looking up from the notebook in front of him.
"All of it. I'm being evicted from the Big Brother house," I told him sarcastically. He looked up from the book, confusion etched into every line of his face.
"What?" I rolled my eyes, and cleared up the sentence.
"Bam's kicking me out."
"Oh, God, not again."
"Technically last time I decided to leave, this time he's telling me to. But, still, aren't I just the luckiest girl in the world?" Ville just got up, and near enough ran out of the room without another word to me. I shook my head, beginning to get all my shit together from Ville's room. Any of it that's in Bam's room the little fucker can keep.
"What the fuck are you playing?!" Ville. Over-protective brother mode again? They were in Bam's room, door wide open.
"Er... Kicking the cheating whore out?"
"You are not kicking her out, do you hear me? Not until you hear her out, and actually listen." I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to see Ape.
"What's going on?" She inclined her head to Bam's room slightly.
"He's trying to kick me out, and Ville decided to take it upon himself to argue my case."
"Hold on here a second then." I watched as she walked down the hall to Bam's room, joining Ville there, to argue my case too, by the looks of it. "You're not kicking her out. End of story. She did nothing wrong, you can't punish her for that."
"She's not staying in my house, Ape."
"Yes, she is. I don't care whether you own this house or not, she is staying here until her vacation is over."
"Half of her stay is over, I'm sure you'll survive." Ville reminded him.
"Why can't she just go stay with Gregory?" He said the name with as much distaste as I would be, if I could say it right now
"Because she hates the guy?"
"Bam, if you don't see what the two of us see, then it's your stupidity, she's done nothing wrong, if you don't trust her enough to hear her side of the story, then how was this ever going to work out anyway?"
"I don't care. I'll let her stay, just keep her out of my way." I quickly walked into my room, and shut the door before the other two could come out of Bam's room. "I'm calling a house meeting! Any one who's not a whore, come to the Pirate Bar!" I heard Bam call from outside my bedroom door. Arsehole. I was extremely tempted to just go down, even though he had basically shouted that I shouldn't, just to annoy him. I honestly didn't think he could be any more pissed off with me at the moment though, so it wouldn't achieve its objective. Thus rendering it pointless.

~Bam POV~
How the hell could she do that to me?! I gave her everything I possibly could without being over the top with it! I let her have her own life, and she chose to spend that life away from me with some other guy, she knew for a fact I suspected anyway! And publicly! Did she want me to find out or something?!
"Guys, we're partying," I stated simply. "I don't give a damn what you've got planned for tonight, cancel it. This is going to be big. Raab, Dico, sort out guests. Invite everyone any of us know that would be able to make it tonight, don't even come to me to confirm that someone's allowed to come, just invite them. And then throw fliers everywhere in town, that'll get us more people. Questions?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Good. Raab, keys for the Hummer are over there. Make a beer stop on your way there and back. The rest of you idiots do whatever the fuck you like to sort this fucking thing out." They all cleared out of the room, besides, of course, Ville. "What?"
"You're taking this badly," he told me. "And I suppose it's understandable, but why can't you just listen to the girl?"
"Because I don't listen to cheaters."
"You're such a hypocrite."
"That was different," I snarled. Why did he need to bring that up?! That only happened because she did it to me first.
"You still cheated on her, Bam. I don't care if Missy did it first; you still did it, too!"
"I don't need to listen to this."
"So why haven't you left then? You know I'm right, Bam. Go talk to her without being an arse." I was about to open my mouth, witty retort all ready, but he left, and the words dissolved, too.
I don't care if he has a point, I'm still not going anywhere near her.
~End Bam POV~

Not 10 minutes after Bam had called his 'house meeting' I could hear the distinct sounds of party preparation. Guys whooping, bottles clanging, the Hummer going into drive, and the sound of footsteps echoing up the stairs into my room.
"He's not going to listen to either of us," Ville stated from the doorway, with a strange look on his face.
"His heart is set on partying to his freedom. Let him do it." I shrugged.
"Why do you always give him up without a fight?"
"Because it's what he wants, and who am I to stand in the way of what he thinks will make him happy?" Ville just looked at me dumbfounded. "What?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." I didn't believe him. Not in the slightest.
"Okay, whatever. I'm going to go waste away the rest of my week sleeping. Talk to you Monday!"
"Nope. You're partying with me tonight. And I shan't take no for an answer."
"Did I ever tell you how much I hate you?"
"Yes. You said you loved me."
"Tough. I don't any more. I hate you."
"You love me." And with that he walked out of my bedroom.
"Asswipe." I grumbled, standing up from my bed.
"Be ready by 7!" I looked at the clock... Half frickin' 5. Hour and a half. Did I fucking fall asleep or something? I quickly slipped out of my room, and across the hall to the bathroom. Checking there was no funny shit in here, and that there were towels, I showered and went back over to my own bedroom. It was still only six by the time I was showered and dressed. Good job I can take upto two hours on my hair, right? I sorted through my hair within 45 minutes, and started on my quick make-up. No one to impress, or look good for, tonight, so why try too hard?
"Are you decent?" Ville called, 10 minutes early, whilst walking through my door.
"If I said no would you stay outside?" I grumbled, checking over my make-up, which was now force of habit.
"You know I would, but I knew you were fine. So it's all good." I rolled my eyes. "Party is in full swing, come on down and get drunk with us."
"However tempting that sounds, I'd rather not see my ex-boyfriend drunk off his ass all over the sluttiest girl he can find."
"You get no choice in the matter." He grabbed my arm, and yanked me out of my bedroom door. "Now, look after me tonight, Sweetheart, there'll be a few fan girls here, and I'll be drunk." Normally I would have laughed but, for some reason, I couldn't even manage to fake it.
As the hours passed, I got steadily bored. That makes it sound like I wasn't to begin with, what I mean is I got even more bored. And Ville? Well, he was getting drunk off his arse. Bam was hovering around us, flaunting girl after girl in my face. I didn't even flinch, even though it felt like I was breaking inside. He didn't even know what he was playing with right then. It was like prancing around a bomb with a lit match and untied shoelaces.
"Shit. Is that...?" Ville trailed off, beer in hand, staring after some brown haired girl, walking in the opposite direction.
"What?" I asked, in my usual bored tone. This is was the most interest I've shown in anything all night.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Valo, don't fuck with me."
"Seriously, it's nothing. I just saw someone I thought I knew."
"And the 'shit' was for...?"
"Don't get me started. The girl's nothing but bad news."
"I give up if you're going to be cryptic."
"Sorry, sorry. So, what were we talking about?"
"Nothing, Ville."
"No, really, tell me."
"We were stood in silence, you dick."
"Oh..."
"I'm going to get more alcohol. Want anything?"
"No, no, I'm fine."
"Fair enough. I'll be back!" And with that I left him by himself, stood looking like a prick. It only took me a couple of minutes to locate more alcohol and get back to Ville. Unfortunately for me, in the few minutes I'd been gone, Bam had stumbled over to Ville and looked like he was going to throw up all over him at any moment. I suppose it's bad that I still want to look after him, right?
"It's Freda!" Ville shouted, finally spotting me. As Bam turned around I braced myself for the look of hatred, like he wanted to hit me or something. It never came. Instead I got the normal look I got off him, everyday before this happened. Like he was happy to see me?
"Hey, Fred," he slurred. My mind was working at a thousand miles an hour. Does this mean he doesn't hate me? Or is it him just being his usual drunken self? I had so many thoughts whirling around my mind; it took me a moment to remember I had to reply.
"H-hey, Bam..." I was stuttering. I was nervous; I was confused. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Novak cut him off.
"Hey, Bam! Get over here, there's something I need to show you!" And with that, he stumbled off to find Novak.
"Ville, what the hell was that?" I asked, still as confused as ever. Last I knew Bam hated me with the fire of a thousand suns. Last I knew he never wanted to see my face ever again.
"He still likes you," Ville shrugged. "It's why he threw this party, for you to get jealous over the girls he's chatting up." I stared, wide-eyed, at Ville.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No..."
"What an arsehole."
"Okay, that's not the reaction I expected," he stated, hand going up to scratch the back of his head, and confusion etched onto his face. "I thought you'd be happy."
"Happy? Happy that he's trying to make me miserable? Are you insane?"
"He's not trying to make you miserable, as such...," he paused for a second, but I knew he had more to say so I didn't bother to make a comment. "He's just sort of trying to make you feel what he feels for a little while, like it'll make you guys even. He still wants to be with you. I don't even think he knows it, but I'm positive he wants you still." I opened my mouth to retort, but an annoying voice calling Ville quickly cut me off.
"Hey, Ville!" The girl smiled. I just stood and looked at Ville for an explanation. This didn’t come directly to me.
"Hey, Missy! What're you doing here?" He was forcing a smile her. I could see it. Wait, hold up. Missy? As in Bam's ex Missy?
"I came looking for Bam, actually. Have you seen him anywhere?"
"No, not for hours. He could be anywhere." He said, shaking his head. Liar.
"Oh... Well, if either of you see him, will you tell me?" We nodded. "Thanks, Ville, and, erm, whoever you are."
"It's Freda. I'm a friend of B- Ville's." Don't even think of trying to say Bam again, Freda.
"Oh, well, nice to meet you. I'll see you later, Ville."
"Yeah, nice seeing you again, Missy."
"Yeah you too." Ville and I watched as she walked off, searching all over for Bam.
"Well, that was an inconvenience. You think she heard about you and Bam?"
"Oh, jeez, who hasn't heard about us? It was everywhere! Well, still is..."
"Yeah, I guess. And she's the type to just look at the front page to see the big news." He shrugged.
A couple of hours later the party has toned down a bit by people going home, or passing out somewhere. It's 3am and, for the first time since before I saw Missy, I can see Bam again. With Missy. I just watch silently as she leads him off upstairs. Following the two of them with my eyes, I see them go into Bam's room and the door shut quickly.