I Love How I Hate You

Faith POV

“What the fuck was that about?” she barks at me as soon as
we’re out of the pool hall.

“Um, what the fuck was what about?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I usually pretend I have no idea what she’s
talking about just to make her mad, but this time, I’m genuinely confused.

“Cut the crap, Faith,” wow, she actually sounds class=SpellE>kinda angry.

“Uh, no, seriously, I have no fucking idea what you’re
talking about. And why are you mad?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Is it about the stick thing?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Cuz that’s really
not something you’d usually be pissed about.”
It’s really not, she does that shit to me all
the time. Granted, she does it to make
me miss my shot, but that don’t work anyway.

“You’re freckin’ kidding me
right? Don’t tell me you didn’t see that
skank at the pool hall wink at you.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Is that what this is about?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Of course I noticed that, how could she think
that I didn— wait, oh this could be fun.

“No, she didn’t, did she?
When?” I
wonder why Buffy even cares, I know we flirt a lot, but I’d never actually go
out with her. Don’t get me wrong, she’s
hot and all, but that girl is way too
high maintenance. I might fuck her once
or twice, but dating is out of the question.
No amount of hotness will compensate for those super bitch powers.

She looks at me and crosses her arms, “after we paid up, she
was all ‘bye Fai’ and winked at you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I can’t believe you didn’t notice,” she says
it like I’m the most retarded person ever.

“Oh that, yeah I did notice, I just can’t believe you did.”

“Why wouldn’t you believe I would notice?”

“B, you wouldn’t notice a naked man on fire running down the
street screaming ‘donuts for all’ unless he ran into you.”

“I would so notice
that,” she retorts, sounding rather offended.

“Yeah, maybe if he were screaming about
donuts loud enough.”

“So? What have you
got against donuts? I’ve seen you eat
just as many Krispy—hey!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And what am
I doing?”

“Changing the subject, I wanna
know why that skank winked at you.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And you said you did notice, so don’t tell me
you don’t know.”

“Why are you getting all huffy?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Scratch that, why do you even care in the
slightest?” Now this I really do want to
know.

“Why do you think?” I
don’t know, that’s why I’m asking.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> God, why the fuck does she have to be such
chick?

“I don’t know, maybe you think I might cheat on your
mom. I already told you I wouldn’t do
that to her. I mean, yeah, class=SpellE>Cordy’s fuckin’ hot and all, but
Joyce can things with her—”

“STOP!style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Eww, you are class=SpellE>soooo gross.”
Yes! Score one for me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“So, seriously, why are you angry about some chick winking
at me?” Silence.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Crap, now she’s giving me the silent
treatment. Normally, I would thank God
for the peace and quiet, but I really wanna know why
she’s pissed about that Cordy thing.

“C’mon, B, I’ll tell you why she winked at me if you tell me
why you’re mad.”

More silence.

“I’ll stop talking about your mom if you tell me.”

Damn, nothing, I can’t believe that didn’t get anything out
of her. She didn’t even look at me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I decide to get off the freeway at the next
exit. I know exactly what will get her
to talk to me. Two
words. class=GramE>Krispy.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kremeclass=GramE>.

Buffy POV

She thinks she can bribe me with donuts.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Bitch.
Okay, just because she can doesn’t mean I’m going to tell her why I’m
pissed about Cordelia. I’m not.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> But she doesn’t need to know that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I can be sneaky and conniving too.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Hell, I’m more a girl than Faith is, it style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>should come more naturally to me.