Her.

Thirteen.

The two walked side by side with a few feet in between them the silence awkward to London but pleasing to Faye. She didn't want to hear London's voice she absolutely hated her high pitched voice and how it sounded like an innocent child. Hasn't she gone through puberty? Faye was mortified by the thought of walking next to her...how could she stand there with her as if nothing was said or done.

London, on the other hand, was thinking of the million questions to ask Faye wondering what happened with her in jail and about her past but she knew those questions were extremely personal she looked at those pictures of Faye all bubbly and compared to how dark she was...no one could ever turn that bad over nothing. She bit her lip looking at Faye who stared ahead of the two of them thinking of how to start a conversation. Why am I so interested in her?.But the more she asked herself that question the more she found herself draw to Faye like a magnet wondering more about her; such as her hobbies , why she wore only dark clothes and so on and so forth. But London had to ease her way through a sudden brilliant question popping into her head.

"Are you a gay?"

"What?" Faye looked at with confusion before looking ahead of her "Your just like Emma."

"What does that mean?" London asked trying to see a similarity towards the two. Emma and London were two separate people with two different personalities.

"You're curious." Faye answered shrugging " I'm not sure. Are you?"

"Yes."

Faye's head shot towards London who had a confused look on her face noticing Faye looked shocked. "You strictly like pussy? No in betweens?"

"What's so wrong?" London shrugged "I mean pussys...I think."

"You think?"

"I always knew I had an attraction towards girls but I guess I dated a boy to make sure I was one hundred percent sure and I am." London said "I got drunk at a party and we ended up having sex but right after I broke up with him because I wasn't sure of what I wanted."

"So you used him?"

"If you put it that way.."London trailed off remembering at how heartbroken Freddy was. He begged her back and said she was confused but London already knew she wanted something else and Freddy was just stopping her from being herself. "I mean I didn't mean to but..."

"It's fine." Faye said "I don't judge...I've done worse shit then just use people believe me."

London's mind went back the day in the bathroom to the parking lot not wanting to think about what other thing she could've done worse that's worse then attempted murder. Her blue eyes darted towards her hands wondering how those small things could possibly do those horrid things but like she thought...that evilness inside of her didn't come over night. There had to be something apart of Faye's past; something that she kept inside of her all these years for her to break out like that. London felt strongly in her heart that Faye had a good heart that's been damaged by the wrong people and for some reason London wanted to show her there's more to life then just misery.

London turned into the mean girl in school after her fathers suicide. She was so blinded by the anger by her fathers decision it made her not care anymore. She remembers pushing a disabled girl out of her wheelchair laughing thinking it was a joke watching the poor girl attempt to crawl back in but London broke it in front of her. She still felt bad about it to this day but it was her apart of her ugly past. She started to self harm and do drugs not caring about any bad thing that could've happened to her. London was now at a point of her life where she cared about others no matter how wrong they did her. She believed there was more to Faye then the act she put on because somewhere under there was a girl yearning for love and affection; she knew there was part of the good left in Faye or else she wouldn't have came into the bathroom or be walking next to her.

Faye was one of those girls who buried the good in her deep deep down. She was acting out on hurt and no one seemed to care about it. London didn't know about her family life but from what Emma had said they all seemed perfect . Too perfect. No family could be that perfect, seeming like they had no flaws. Whatever was going on with Faye London wanted to know despite how ugly she could get. She couldn't get hurt by her words anymore or attempt too. She knew Faye would act out by London's presence but she couldn't care.

They turned the corner. "There's a Diner up ahead." Faye spoke stuffing her hands in her pocket looking ahead. "Why don't we go there?"

"Sure." London nodded her eyes still on Faye who's face remained expressionless.