AN: A second chapter, since a few people wanted me to continue. Again, I'm really new to writing, so suggestions and ideas are certainly welcome.
"Cassie. Cassie Blake. Why was it always Cassie fucking Blake?" The normally sweet Diana winced as she cursed, knowing she was being unfair, but she was too angry to care.
The brunette paced the room, torturing herself with questions: Why Cassie? What did Cassie have that Diana didn't? What was so special about her, that first Adam and now Faye preferred the blonde?
Diana had thought things were finally going well. Earlier that day, she and Adam had finally talked and agreed to be best friends again, sealing it with a hug, the way they had as kids, before puberty made things crazy. And in the past few months Faye had acted like she really cared about Diana, showing her a softer side than most of the Circle ever saw. They talked about their dreams and fears…they had been so happy.
How could Faye do this? And why did it have to be with Cassie?
Diana flopped onto her bed, buried her face in a pillow, and let out a frustrated scream, not noticing the tears as they soaked into the cushion.
Thunder rumbled loudly, suiting Faye's dark mood, though she was reasonably sure this storm was not her fault. The dark-haired girl scowled as a streak of lightning left spots in her vision, and she increased the pressure on her gas pedal; she was now going at least twenty miles over the speed limit, but that wasn't important.
Faye needed to see Diana right now, before she lost her nerve. Before Diana realized how much better off she was without Faye. Before Diana completely hated her. Though she had every right…
Faye clamped down on those thoughts, gritting her teeth. She had to at least try to make things right.
By the time Faye had walked the short path from the driveway to the door of the Meade house, she was thoroughly drenched. Ignoring the cold and the rain, Faye rang the bell with a trembling hand.
She didn't have to wait long before the door was flung open by a scantily-clad Diana, whose only article of clothing appeared to be an oversized t-shirt falling just above mid-thigh.
The brown-eyed girl blinked at Faye, not immediately comprehending the situation.
"You're not Chinese," she stated robotically, somewhat in shock.
Faye, smirking, quipped, "Actually, I'm of European descent." Instinctively, her eyes scanned Diana's body, lingering enough to bring the slightly shorter girl back to Earth.
"What are you doing here, Faye?" Diana sighed, crossing her arms to cover her chest from Faye's appraisal.
"I'm here to apologize, Diana. Apologize, beg, grovel—whatever it takes to convince you to give me a second chance," Faye replied honestly.
Neither girl spoke for a long moment, the only sound being the thunder overhead, before Diana asked the question that had been haunting her the most.
"What about Cassie? Why aren't you with her right now?" she whispered, terrified of the possible answers.
Faye swallowed before responding. "Diana, I…I don't care about Cassie. I care about you. Wait, no—that's not quite true. I…I…" Faye shook her head and forced herself to meet the other girl's gaze. Diana deserved that, at least.
Determined emerald eyes staring into hurt chocolate ones, Faye took a deep breath. "Diana Meade, I…I love you. I love you and I'm in love with you. You are the only person I want to be with, now or ever. It's no excuse, but when I saw you hugging Adam today, I just…I lost it. I thought you were going back to him, and I panicked. I didn't want to seem like I cared—I guess I wanted to make you jealous, get back at you. But that's no excuse and I'm such an ass for causing you pain in any way. I'm sorry. I am so unbelievably, incredibly sorry."
The brown eyes had widened throughout Faye's little speech, but Diana appeared to have lost her voice. A single tear rolled down her face.
With a voice that didn't quite mask the uncertainty, Faye asked softly, "…Diana? Do you want me to leave? I will, if that's what you want. Do you…do you hate me?" Her voice caught on the last sentence. Still, the other girl said nothing.
Just as the darker-haired girl began to step back, Diana grabbed Faye's hand and tugged the girl close. Her other hand briefly cupped Faye's cheek before moving to the back of the girl's neck. Her fingers tangling in dark, rain-soaked hair, Diana kissed Faye long and hard.
When they finally parted, Diana looked at the taller girl and spoke softly but clearly. "I never want you to leave. And I could never, ever hate you. I love you too, Faye, so much, and I am so in love with you."
The two kissed again, sweetly and gently this time, before Faye grinned.
"Does this mean we can go to your room and I can get out of these wet clothes?" she teased suggestively.
Laughing, Diana pulled Faye into the house and shut the door.