Her.

Nine.

At school the week London made an attempt to go and talk to Faye but was shut down by ignoring her, London felt she wanted to know what had sparked between them on that day, she wanted to at least here that Faye was on the same level with her that something was there; she couldn't deny that. What transpired that day hadn't left her mind, at all, despite her nipple being bruised and cut she liked the fire Faye gave off, feeling her warm body and hearing her voice deep with dominance...it was something she never really experienced.

London knocked softly on Faye's front door, her heart beating in her chest fast feeling her stomach doing summersault's over and over the anticipation growing the more seconds went by she hadn't heard Faye's footsteps. London's eyes opened to see Faye swing the door open as her face suddenly dropped, "L-London?" It was obvious that she was speechless as her eyes trailed down a small container of cookies but what really did it was Londons red wine dress that stopped an inch before her knees leading into a deep v-line into her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"It's obvious you haven't been to school all week because I confronted you."

"What? No." Faye says ending the sentence into fake coughs. "I've been sick and I didn't want to get anyone sick."

London shot her a bored stare, "Faye when have you ever cared about somebody else's wellness." She bluntly states. "Now you gonna let me in or do I have to find a way."

Faye narrowed her eyes but stepped aside letting her in, secretly liking the sassiness she gave but refused to show any feeling behind that. Faye closed the door locking it before turning back to London who made herself comfortable sitting down on the chair next to the coffee table by the loveseat. She leaned against the wall in utter shock she even had the balls to be here, but was impressed to see an effort made. Faye sits in the love seat, taking a cookie out taking a bite out of it to see it was soft and chewy, the sweetness overloading in her mouth. After swallowing her bite she noticed how impatient London seemed, "Whats going on London?"

It was as if London was waiting for that question forever and finally could give an answer, "Tell me you felt what I felt that day."

"On the chair over there?" Faye points.

"Yes."

"Um..." Faye didn't have an answer, she wasn't exactly a talker when it came down to explaining her feelings...she never really had anyone ask how she felt...London would be the first. "I dunno...I...I guess...horny?" Faye's was honest response which made London frown.

"Beside that, didn't you feel the sparks? The intimacy between us? The way we kissed seemed so different..." London said as Fayes eyes were wide with furrowed brows a cookie bite in her mouth, un swallowed. "If you said you didn't felt what I did, you're full of shit Faye White." London stared at her for a response but it wasn't clicking until London shot her a look and Faye swallowed.

"Such strong passion for just a makeup sash."

London rolled her eyes, "Faye."

"What? Thats all it was I dunno whats the big hype about it, now... I don't know why it happened but it did and I can't change it."

"Faye, I know you felt something like I did, it was like a strong connection between us and it won't leave my mind." London states. "Please tell me you feel the same way."

In a split second anger roared in her blood as she felt she was under attack, she could see right throw blondie, she was there to make Faye seem as a joke, she could care about a simple kiss. Faye had a doubt for a good second because her face didn't show any evil but that's how they always were, they always had the sweet innocent look before they fuck you over and leave you for good, so whatever London thought happened, never happened. It was clear as day Faye's face darkened as if she was receiving a threat making London ignore it and want the dam truth. "Did that weirdo bitch you hang with sent you here to make me seem like a joke?"

"What? F-"

"London, nothing absolutely happened, it was a kiss, nothing more. I don't know what you felt but I didn't feel a thing." Faye states. "I don't even know why you even came here, I never told you too and I don't even want you here. Leave me alone London, I wasn't thinking straight, it was a simple mistake." As those cold words came out to London realization hit that Faye was lying to herself. The more she thought about how she ditched school because of the fear of opening up, showed she probably felt something but chose to ignore it...and the more she did ...the more it ate her up alive. Faye wasn't a relationship type of girl, she couldn't give London what she wanted even if she had feelings. It was best for London in the long run, by the look of her face it hurt but Faye just looked away at the floor, apart of her feeling bad screaming to tell her maybe she did feel something but she listened to the other part that yelled to remain silent.

"I won't bother you again, Faye." Londons voice fulled with sadness standing up grabbing her purse. "Keep the cookies."

Sudden guilt came over Faye as she watched London walk out her house, as much as she wanted to say something if she were to admit something happened, a relationship would be promised and those are one of the things Faye can't give. The attachment, reliability, trust would be all to overwhelming for her, she can see London has no bad bone in her and Faye didn't want to give her one. London's the type of girl to see good in the bad and fight something she thinks is worth it...not Faye; Faye could give a shit about any of those things, nothing affected Faye unless she let it and growing up surrounding with abuse , how can she ever learn to receive and give love?