I Love How I Hate You

I think maybe one more chapter after this and I’ll be done for awhile. I hope ya'll enjoy this one, tell me if you hate it.style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>

style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith POV

“Y’know B, I think it’s about time
you an’ me had a little chat.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m fuckin’
pissed. How dare that little tramp go class=SpellE>spoutin’ off like that to my girlf—
I mean… aw fuck.
What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Get changed B, we’re leaving.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I say sternly as I leave the dressing room.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She comes out a few minutes later.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I grab her and escort her quickly back to my
car, without saying a word. I’m way too livid
right now and I really don’t want to cause a scene at the mall.

As soon as we’re back in the car, I turn to the little bitch
and yell, “What the hell is your problem?
You know you’re not—”

“How could you cheat on me with that tramp from the pool
hall?” I what?!?

“What?!? Cheat on you? Are you—?”

“Hurt?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Humiliated?
Devastated? Yes,
actually, all of the above.” Huh?!?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> How dare she have the audacity to… we’ve
never even had a… Ugh! class=SpellE>Dammit.

“You?style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>
You’re not even— I didn’t—”

“Don’t deny it
Faith, I know you fucked her. Did it
feel good? Did she make you—?”

“What the fuck is
wrong with you? I—”

“Me?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What’s wrong with me?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What the fuck is wrong with you?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Did you even consider my feelings?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Even for a second?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> How could you do this to me?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She starts the water works, oh crap.

“I’m… I class=SpellE>didn—”

“You don’t even…”
she sniffles, “I thought you were different Faith, I thought you actually cared
about me.”

“B—”

“Don’t you B class=GramE>me, I know you don’t even give a shit about me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> You’ve probably never cared about me.”

“I do B… I just…
I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… it’s just that…”
Whoa! Hold on just a damn minute
here. I’m supposed to be the one who’s
angry here. She’s good.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Oh, she’s good.

How did that happen?

She smiles at me as
I pull into her driveway. class=SpellE>Ooo, that little… she’s so… what a… damn she’s good!

style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Buffy POV

I love winning.

I lean over to give
Faith a brief kiss before jumping out of the car and running inside the
house. She can’t be mad at me if she
can’t catch me. Besides, I’m sure she’ll
have her hands full with Cordelia.

I, on the other
hand, will have my hands full with organizing my spiffy new outfits.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Yay!

Oh, before I
forget, I run and grab my phone to make a quick call, I have friend who still
owes me a favor.

style='mso-bidi-font-style:italic'>Faith POV

I still can’t
believe that just happened. I’m still
sitting in her driveway replaying our conversation, trying to figure how she
does that. She’s really good.

*Ring, ring*

Oh, fuck, who the hell could that be now?

*Ring, ring*

Great, it’s Cordy. I
hit my head against the steering wheel a few times before I answer.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I take a deep breath and open my phone.

“Hello, Cordy.” I
immediately pull the phone away from my ear as she starts screeching and
yelling obscenities at me. I can’t
really understand much of what she’s saying because she’s talking – if you can
call it that – too fast and also way too high pitched.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’m sure there’s a dog near her that’s in
some serious pain. Poor
doggy. Every once in awhile I can
make out a few unpleasant phrases though.

//…who the fuck… slut… I swear I’m gonna… bitch… fucking
liar…// I let her go on with her little tirade for awhile.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When I can tell she’s finally stopped yelling
I hold the phone back up to my ear.

“You done?”

//Yes// she huffs.

“Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t make it over to the pool hall
today, okay?”

//I—//

“Let me finish, then you can yell some more.”

//Okay, fine.//

“Fuck it, are you still there at
the pool hall?”

//Yeah, why?//

“I’ll be over in a few minutes, so we can talk in person,
’kay?” She pauses, as if considering my
offer.

//Fine.//

On my way there, this Goddamn cop pulls me over to tell me
that my plates expire at the end of the month.
Like I don’t already fucking know that?
Is that shit even allowed? I
wasn’t even speeding. He takes style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>forever to run my plates and license
number, and then just lets me go. What
bullshit. This night cannot get any
worse.

When I arrive at the pool hall, she’s sitting outside
waiting for me. She looks really
pissed. Maybe this wasn’t such a good
idea… now that I’m in hitting distance.
She drops her cigarette and stomps it out, then storms over to me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Wow, she looks really hot when she’s
angry… Okay, those thoughts are style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>so not helping right now.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, I got pulled over
by a fuckin’ pig on my way here.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I put my hands up in surrender. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Baby, before you tear into me, hear me
out.”

“This better be good,” she spits out coldly.

“B’s not my girlfriend, she stole my phone and she was just
fucking with you,” I say calmly.

“How do I know that?” she asks suspiciously.

“She’s just not, I don’t have a
girlfriend, alright?” She raises an
eyebrow. Maybe that wasn’t such a good
thing to say, but I’m not gonna sugarcoat this for her.

“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What about—”

“Look baby, just we ’cause fucked a few times don’t mean
you’re my girl,” I interrupt quickly. “I
like you, okay? The sex was great and
you’re real nice, but I don’t do relationships.
I’m sorry.” The anger in her eyes
disappears as she looks away from me. I
take a step towards her and gently hold her hand.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She says nothing so I continue, “I’m really sorry
if I hurt you, but it seemed like you understood at the time.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

She looks back up at me and her eyes are filled with unshed
tears. Oh crap, I can’t stand it when
chicks cry. Gimme
crazy and psychotic any day, I’d rather deal with that than sobbing and
hysterical.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Cordy, I—”

“You don’t understand, Faith,” she cuts in sadly, “I love
you.”

What?!? This night
just got worse.