Lyrics belong to Unwritten Law from "Seeing Red"

:Well I confess, I don't know

What to make from all this mess

Don't have much time for sympathy

But it never happened to me:

I actually slept well, for the first time in months. Jess wasn't home when I came in, didn't surprise me, she was pretty pissed, probably was staying at a friends house. Or she could be planning on coming home; it was only a little after midnight

I waited till one before giving up and heading to bed. I didn't expect to sleep, just watch some mind numbing TV. Next thing I knew it was nine in the morning, sun was streaming in the window, convincing me Jess hadn't come home, she always shut the blinds.

I squinted over at the alarm clock, more than a little surprised to see the time. Eight straight hours? I couldn't even remember the last time I slept that long. I rolled over, actually considering getting some more shut eye.

"Jesus Christ," I practically fell off the bed jumping backwards. Jess glared at me from her side of the bed, she seemed to still be dressed from the night before. "What the hell, Jess? You couldn't have said hello, given me some sort of warning you were there? I about had a heart attack." I pushed myself up, sitting against the pillows.

She threw the latest gossip rag on the bed next to me, standing up from the bed. I picked it up slowly, looking over the page she had it flipped open to.

"Late night special printing the guy told me," she spoke flatly. I stared down at the magazine with a sinking feeling, there clear as day was Buffy and I kissing at the club.

"Fuck," I swore under my breath, letting the magazine drop to the bad. I put my head down, running my hands through my hair.

"That's all? Fuck? That's all you have to say for yourself?" Her voice was raising, this was not going to be good.

"Sorry," I said quietly.

"Sorry?" She picked up the magazine, whipping it across the room. "You're sorry? You're cheating on me, and you're sorry? Are you sorry for the cheating, or the fact that I had to read about it in a fucking magazine?" Her face was red with anger as she screamed, I winced. "Say something, God damn it!"

"I'm sorry for both," I answered calmly. "I'm sorry that this isn't working out anymore." I got up, walking past her and heading down the stairs to the kitchen; she followed after me, yelling the whole way.

"Not working out? We have a little rough patch and you go all player on me? Macking it to the first bitch you cross paths with?" She screams, I stop and turn in the doorway.

"She's not a bitch. And I only went out last night because you were being a bitch. I was all ready to make amends. Did you notice the flowers?" I ask, motioning to the roses all around us.

"Don't turn this on me," she picks up the nearest vase, throwing it at me. Luckily she's a shit shot and it misses by a yard, smashing against the wall.

"Holy fuck," I scream. "That could have hit me!"

"What did you think I was going for?" She asked snottily, picking up another vase and chucking at me, getting close enough I had to duck.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I screamed.

"Fine," she screamed back, she started for the door, then turned, kicking and pushing over all but one of the vases. The last one she picked up, walking towards me, I side stepped, opening the door quickly.

"Taking those for the road?" I asked sarcastically. She didn't answer, only emptied the vase over my head, completely drenching me.

"Oh, phh," I sputtered the water absolutely freezing.

"Bye," she smiled and walked out. I stood there in shock as she jumped into her car, and hauled out of the driveway. She barely missed a minivan, which honked angrily. I turned to survey the damage.

"Fuck," it was an absolute mess. Maria, my maid, came walking tentatively in. She stared around the foyer in awe, taking in the broken roses, and shattered glass everywhere. I glanced down at myself, soaking wet in a tank top and underwear.

"Think you could get Phillip to come in and help you clean this up?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light. Maria only nodded. "Thanks. I'll be upstairs." I tiptoed through the broken glass, and started up the stairs. Halfway up I stopped and turned back to Maria, who was already collecting the bigger pieces of glass. "And if Jess should come back. Don't let her in, okay?"

"Yes, Faith, of course," she answered, nodding.

"Thanks," it was time for a long, hot shower.

When I finally stepped out of the shower, the water had been running cold for a good twenty minutes. I stepped out, only slightly chilled. I quickly pulled on jeans and a green tank top, rushing out to make it to set on time.

I figured I would have time to spare, but you never know in LA. Luckily I was correct, three car pile up on the 101, and I made it to set with only ten minutes to spare. I slid into the make up chair, slipping off my sunglasses, and leaning back.

"Ran out pretty fast last night," Krista said, spinning in another chair to face me.

"Yeah," I answered, nodding tiredly.

"Jess waiting up for you?" Krista asked.

"Well, I bet she was up. She was apparently up at the right time to catch today's latest gossip rag," I held up the magazine in example.

"Oh, shit," Krista practically jumped across the room, snatching the magazine from my hand, and reading allowed. "Breaking news! Faith Spencer, star of last summers "Quest for the Night Saber", and this years break out hit "The Valley" was seen getting very close with an unidentified woman in the late hours of last night. Spectators said the two were dancing VERY close, and kissed, much longer than friends."

"Oh yeah, Jess was pissed," I sighed as the hairdresser brushed through my still damp hair.

"Thus confirming, the many internet rumors of Miss Spencer's sexuality," she paused. "There were internet rumors?"

"You've never googled me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "There are whole internet groups dedicated to my sexuality."

"Huh," she answered, continuing to page through the magazine. "So...would you be mad to know I invited Buffy to set?"

"What?" I sat up quickly, the stylist pulling away.

"Yeah," Krista nodded guiltily. "She has a drive on at five. Are you mad?" I sighed, thinking it over.

"Honestly? No," I grinned at her. "Me and Jess had it out this morning. It's over."

"Thank you god in heaven," Krista raised her hands to the sky. "Seriously it was about time. Now you can get down with this Buffy girl, right? Cause I have to say, until she ran off she was pretty cool."

"When did she run off?" I asked, kinda hoping it wasn't long after I left.

"A little after midnight, said she saw someone she knew and ran off. And I am talking, RAN."

"Huh," I answered as my head was tilted forward by Alissa. "Was Alex talking by any chance? Because I've wanted to run out during that before."

"Be nice," Krista grinned.

"Hey, I got rid of the girlfriend you hated. When you gonna ditch the boremeister?" I asked.

"He isn't boring in the bedroom," she defended.

"Oh, too much information," Alissa grimaced.

"Sorry," Krista apologized with a grin. "Also he may be boring, but he is an honest guy with a good job. Where else am I gonna find that in LA?"

"I'll give you that," I tried to nod, but Alissa held tight to my hair, preventing any movement.

"Are you done here, Krista?" Alissa asked, sounding irritated.

"Yep, just waiting to be needed on set," Krista answered, spinning in her chair.

"Well go wait somewhere else. That way I might have a chance of getting Faith to set on time."

"Sorry," Krista sulked past me and I stuck my tongue out at her.

"So, when you two are at the table, I want you to look a little more nervous. Remember you're about to confront him about getting your best friend pregnant. Fidget, play with the sugars. Got it?" Richard, our director asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded, glancing over just in time to see Krista step back onto set, followed by Buffy. My heart jumped in my chest, and I suddenly felt I was going to have no problem appearing nervous.