Spring breaks ended and classes resumed. Fiona went in search of Katie, having arrived earlier than usual to tell the girl they needed to talk. She waited in their usual meeting spot, fiddling nervously with some of her hair. She saw Katie arriving and waved as usual. Something seemed off about her girlfriend, though. She would feel horrible, breaking up with her at a time like that. She started debating in her mind whether to tell her they needed to talk or to ask what was wrong.

Katie stood next to her and just looked at her. Her expression was more or less unreadable, except for the anger which burned in her eyes.

Fiona couldn't let herself comfort Katie if something was wrong, only to break up with her. That seemed even crueler than ignoring her emotional state entirely. Besides, unlike with Imogen, Fiona knew Katie had other friends.

"We need to talk," she started carefully.

Katie felt her anger rising. She wanted to see what kind of excuse Fiona would come up with, let her speak uncomfortably, as she lied to her face. Or perhaps she would confess. Katie had wanted to see which she would do, but her anger was already boiling over. "When were you planning on telling me!?"

Fiona was clearly caught of guard. "Telling you what?"

"Don't even pretend you don't know. It's been a week, Fiona! A week since you talked to me, and the whole time you're making out with Holly J!?"

"Katie, no, I—" She didn't even know how she would finish the sentence. Sure, she and Holly J had hardly spent the last week making out, to say the least, but that wasn't the point. Saying they had only really, seriously kissed once wouldn't exactly make the situation better. Katie interrupted before she got the chance to come up with anything, though.

"Don't lie to me." She emphasized every word of her sentence, nearly seething. First Drew and Bianca, now Fiona and Holly J. Last time the majority of her anger had honestly turned on herself. This time it seemed to be focused on Fiona, as it really should have been. "Marisol saw you at the airport. So tell me how that was anything but cheating."

Fiona bit her lip. She couldn't really say anything to that.

She wanted to ask why. Why she wasn't good enough for anyone, just a placeholder; why— She stopped herself there. Thinking like that was fading her anger towards Fiona into self-hatred again, which she was literally just reminding herself was wrong. "That's what I thought," she said in response to Fiona's silence.

The hall was filling now. For both their sakes, Fiona wished they could relocate. Emotional conversations were not ideal for a gossiping hallway. She had been so focused on the conversation she needed to have with Katie that she had forgotten to give any thought to the location of it.

She felt even more frustrated by Fiona's continued lack of response. Was she just going to stand there silently?

After a little bit of thought, she took a breath and looked Katie in the eyes. "Katie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen." That was the truth. Had she known Holly J was interested in her, she would have already broken up with Katie. Had she not been about to miss her only chance until the end of the semester, she never would have kissed Holly J while still with Katie.

"You didn't mean for it to happen," she repeated, tone forcibly even.

Fiona was about to say that, yes, that was the case, but Katie didn't give her the chance.

"So you disregarded my feelings entirely. They weren't enough to hesitate. You know what you are, Fiona? You're a bitch!"

She felt like she had been slapped. It reminded her so much of Charlie's words last year. It was a deserved slap, yet at the same time it still stung. She couldn't even say anything in response. Katie was right, after all. Here she was, hurting yet another person she cared about. But she didn't think she had ever hurt anyone else this badly. Maybe Adam, but… Well, she'd left Imogen virtually alone when she broke up with her. When she tried to help Holly J and Declan, she'd just made it worse, and she had probably hurt Eli and Imogen trying to set them up too. "I know," she answered.

Now it was Katie's turn to be caught off guard. Not too many people would agree with someone insulting them.

Fiona knew there was nothing she could say to make this better. She should let Katie be mad at her; she knew she was in the wrong, after all. So all she could say was,

"Goodbye, Katie. Someday you'll find the prince – or princess – you deserve."

With that, she turned and walked away to class, leaving Katie speechless.