AN: This is my first fanfic, so I apologize if it isn't good. Helpful suggestions are definitely appreciated. Currently, this is just a one-shot, but I might expand it if there is any interest.
I do not own The Secret Circle or any of the characters.
They sat in silence for several minutes, the sound of the door slamming still ringing in their ears, until the shorter girl could stand it no longer.
"Faye, I…" The blonde faltered under the brunette's withering stare.
"You what, Cassie? What?" Faye spat out venomously. Cassie flinched as the taller girl continued, "What could you possibly say that would make this situation better at all?"
"I...I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Faye. I didn't mean for this to happen," whispered Cassie, risking a glance at the livid dark-haired girl. Faye sank back onto the bed, head in her hands, looking smaller than Cassie had ever seen her. The blonde resisted the urge to hug the distraught girl, knowing her touch would make the situation worse. Instead, she crossed her arms and waited.
When Faye finally looked up, Cassie could see the anguish in her green eyes, a stark contrast from her usual self-assured demeanor. When she spoke, her voice shook. "What am I supposed to do, Cassie? I never meant to hurt Diana! What if she won't take me back? Why would she? I don't even deserve her! I mean, I cheated on her! With you, of all people! The one person who would hurt Diana more than anything! And I don't even have a good reason—I don't even like you! Maybe I shouldn't even try to win her back." The brunette's voice cracked and she covered her face with her hands.
Ignoring the insult, the blonde perched next to Faye on the bed and hesitantly touched her shoulder. "Faye," she said, quietly but firmly, "Stop it. Stop this little pity party. You—we —screwed up, but it's not irreparable. This…it was a mistake. A one-time mistake that you obviously regret. Apologize. Explain to Diana. You might have to beg and grovel a little, but you can fix things."
"But what if she hates me?" Faye's whisper was barely audible, but Cassie had anticipated the question.
"She doesn't hate you."
"How do you know?" Faye demanded of the blonde, her voice suddenly loud. She sprang from the bed and stalked across the room, tugging at already-disheveled hair, practically yelling, "How do you know she doesn't hate me? I deserve it!"
Cassie, frustrated, shouted, "Because Diana loves you, you idiot! She's in love with you! Anyone can see that!"
The brunette suddenly stopped pacing, shocked, and managed to choke out, "Diana…Diana what? She's in…in…and with me?"
Rolling her eyes at Faye's obliviousness, Cassie nodded. Speaking slowly, as if to a child, she said "Yes Faye; Diana is in love with you. How could you not know? She always lights up the moment you walk into a room, her eyes never leave you when you're around, she's the first to defend you in an argument; she even jumped in front of a motorcycle to save you! How can you not see that she loves you more than anything?"
"I just…I never…She never said…" Faye stammered.
Impatiently, Cassie demanded, "Have you ever told her how you feel, either?" Faye shook her head. "Well, maybe it's time, because it's pretty obvious right now that you love her too. If you love Diana, tell her now. Show her that she means more to you than me, or Jake, or anyone else—that's how you can win her back."
Determination replaced the hopelessness in the dark-haired girl's eyes, and Cassie could see the trademark confidence return to the brunette as Faye grabbed her leather jacket, nodded briskly, and ran out the door.