Dedicated to Matthew Lewis, who lost money because I watched part of Episode 2 on watchseries illegally, and godyoutosspots, who likes my headcanons.

Conflicts of the Heart

The first thing out of her mouth when she saw the Ferrari was, "Oh, Jesus…"

The second thing out of her mouth was, "What the fuck?", due to Jamie's outlandish getup.

And the third thing out of her mouth, "I…I don't believe it," was because of the CCTV footage.

It was hard not to say anything to the officer, especially with Jamie right there. He hadn't been speaking to her for a week, which she found rather odd. After that day in the park, one would almost think he…liked her.

But his alibi wasn't matching up, so maybe she wouldn't have to rat him out.

But what about Bob? If anything, she should turn Jamie in for him. He needed to know who his assailant was.

But she and Jamie were friends…she couldn't just do that.

She gave the police her fingerprints, and went outside to think.

Jamie came out ten minutes later, followed by Stuart. She was hardly listening to their conversation; she felt her anger continue to rise, the roaring in her ears blocking everything else out.

Jamie slammed the driver door shut, obviously not in a good mood. She found she didn't care.

She pushed past Stuart just as the engine revved. She pounded on the window. "Jamie!"

He rolled down the window, obviously irritated. "What?"

"I need to talk to you."

"I've got somewhere to be."

She grabbed the collar of his jacket. "You've got time. I know you do."

He sighed, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. "So talk. What's so important that you have to say it right now?"

Why was he being such a jerk all of a sudden? He was a jerk, normally, but at least he was joking half the time. Now he was…she didn't even know. And she didn't like it.

"Come on, get it out," he said, folding his arms in exasperation.

Her palm was suddenly stinging; he held the side of his face, which was now bright red. "What the bloody hell was that for?! That hurt!"

Pursing her lips, she glared up at him. That…was an excellent question, actually.

Was it because of what he'd done to Bob? To her? She didn't know. She did know that it had felt good to smack him.

"What's with you?" He frowned, looking angry and…concerned? "You supposedly have something you have to tell me right this second, and all you've done is given me a welt on my face."

"Now you know how it feels," she muttered.

"What?"

"If you cared, you would have heard it."

"What are you getting on about?"

She gritted her teeth, wishing she could slap him again. "Just because you won the lottery doesn't make you better than me, Jamie. If you want to ignore me, then go ahead. But do me a favor and do it for a valid reason, alright?"

"Cathy, you don't even know -"

"Why are you ignoring me, then?"

He looked like he wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and then closed it several times. He eventually said, rather unconvincingly, "I'm not ignoring you."

She shook her head. "I'm not going to put up with this anymore. So have a nice life, Jamie. Shouldn't be too hard with all your money. Oh, and make sure you treat the next girl you trick into falling for you with respect, alright?"

He blinked, stunned. "You…you're not…" He suddenly drew himself up, staring down at her. "I will. For your sake."

She gave him a cold smile. "Kiss my ass."

She hadn't walked five feet when he called, "Bend over, then! You might enjoy it!"

She jumped on her bike and sped home. She crashed into the tree in the front yard and fell off, skinning both her knees. She didn't bother to get up; she just lay on the ground and cried. Annie, arriving home a few minutes later from visiting Bob, took her inside.