Patricia was scowling at her.

Nina noticed this halfway through the meal. It was one of Patricia's glares that she usually reserved for Eddie, only without the affection. Nina avoided her eye and pushed her eggs around with her fork. Between Fabian and Mara and an unforgiving Patricia, she was losing her appetite.

Patricia stopped her on the way out the door. "You're not staying?"

"No," Nina said. "I should get back to my house. Meet everyone." She glanced up at Patricia quickly and turned to leave.

Patricia grabbed her shoulder. "You've got some nerve, you know that?"

Nina laughed uneasily. "What?"

"You just left," Patricia said. "No emails, no texts, no freaking phone calls. Do you know how many times Fabian called you? Do you know how many texts Amber sent asking if you were okay?"

"Yeah, I do, actually," Nina said quietly.

"Brilliant," Patricia spat. "Then you know what you did to deserve this."

And she emptied her cup of orange juice onto Nina's head.

Nina stood there silently with orange juice dripping into her eyes.

At the sound three people scurried into the entrance hall, one of them being Fabian, who said, loudly: "Patricia!"

"Oh, by the way," Patricia said sweetly, leaning in close to Nina. "That Osirian can't be near the Chosen One bullshit? Not true. I know what was really going on."

She turned to Fabian, Alfie and Eddie. "Been on her page recently?"

"Patricia," Nina warned, her heart sinking.

Patricia shot a smile at her. "Because I have. And what I saw shocked me."

She slid her (brand new) cell phone from her pocket and started to key in something. She waited for it to load and handed it to Fabian. "I think you'll be interested in seeing this."

Fabian looked at it. "It's some random guy's page."

"Exactly," Patricia smirked. "I went through Nina's list of friends from America, hoping they would help me get in touch with her, and you know what I found?" She jabbed her finger at the screen. "This guy's page says he was dating her for a month."

Fabian looked quickly at Nina, who was paling. Then he glanced back at Patricia. "Okay, so she moved on. I did too. So?"

Patricia grabbed the phone from him and scrolled down. "Dylan Comier is now dating Nina Martin, date: August 6, 2012." She glanced up at Fabian to see his reaction.

Fabian swallowed. He kept his eyes on Patricia's phone, not looking up at Nina. "You were dating someone before we even broke up?"

"Fabian," Nina protested. "It wasn't like that."

"Bullshit," Patricia said. "So what was it, Nina? You got sick of Fabian? Felt too guilty to come back to Anubis?"

"I didn't get sick of anyone!" Nina shrieked.

The rest of the house was appearing from the kitchens, curious to what the noise was about. Nina was furiously red, still dripping orange juice all over the floor. "Honestly, Fabian, it wasn't-"

"Joy," Patricia interrupted. "Get me another glass of orange juice from the kitchen, please?"

"Patricia," Joy said, "That's really not-"

She looked at Nina, fell silent, and went to do as Patricia asked. When she returned she gave it reluctantly to Patricia, who shoved it at Fabian. "Go on, do it."

Everyone waited.

Fabian looked down at the glass in his hand, then looked up at Nina. "I'm not going to dump this on Nina's head."

"Why not? She deserves it,"

"Fabian," Nina said quietly. "It wasn't like what you're thinking. Honest it wasn't."

"Just-don't, okay?" Fabian said, just as quietly.

Nina shut her eyes so she didn't have to see Fabian's face as he slowly walked up to her and dumped the whole thing on her head.

"There," Patricia said cheerfully. "Don't you feel better?"

"Just shut up, Patricia," Fabian muttered, and when Nina opened her eyes he was shoving the glass at Patricia and turning away. Mara hurried after him.

"I wasn't going to tell him," Patricia said. "But I think he deserves to know."

"You're a real bitch, Patricia," Nina spat, spraying orange juice out of her mouth.

"Holy shit. What happened to you?"

"Don't ask," Nina said, walking past Peter and heading to her bedroom. She grabbed a towel and some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom. Only when she was in the shower, water running down her back, did she allow herself to cry.

She didn't know how the thing with Dylan had happened, really.

She was just feeling bad that Fabian couldn't visit her in America, and then she received the news she couldn't come back to the house or else bad things would happen with her and Eddie, and Dylan reminded her so much of Fabian with his dorky science textbooks and library books that she had just let him kiss her.

She hadn't ever meant for anyone to find out. Even Gran didn't know.

And now Fabian would probably never speak to her again.

A/N: Okay. I did not plan this. I am honestly sorry. I swear, I had no idea that was going to happen

Review please? It makes me happy.

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that was horrible ok bye