Willow's POV:
Oh man. Oh man. I feel my heart chipping apart piece by piece as I watch my girlfriend practically eat out this whore. I feel the vomit coming up in my throat but when I hear her say my name I look at her, fiery passion burning in my eyes now, "Willow I can explain," she tells me as she scrambles up but what she doesn't know is she has that bitches cum rolling down her chin, "Yeah? You can explain why I just walked in on you eating out a whore? You can explain why you have her fucking cum all over you?" I say and you can see how mad I am because I never cuss, at least not say 'fuck' or any form of the word.
She wipes it off and looks at me pleadingly but I put on my resolve face. She is not gonna get away with this. Just because Faith is back doesn't give her an excuse to go buck wild. "Willow I know it looks bad but Faith bought us both one and... and well frankly it felt good," she tells me and I feel the bile rising up in my throat again. I stare at her wide eyed and shocked, "What?" I ask under my breath and she nods. "Yeah you heard me. It felt good. What am I supposed to do Will. We haven't fucked in ages. I don't remember the last time it was and that's bad because I always remember our sex. Good or bad I remember it... and I can't remember anything. I'm not like you Will. I can't go long without sex, it breaks me down, gets me depressed. You wanted to know what has been up with me... now you know. It's you Willow. You're what's up with me. I'm sorry-so so sorry, it shouldn't have happened but I'm only human," she tells me and I sigh turning away from her. I am not gonna let her see me cry, she is not gonna have that power over me. "Willow," I say as I walk away and when I feel her hand on my shoulder I whip around my hand extended and blow her ass into the wall, "Don't," I pause for effect, "touch," paused again, "me," I finish as I walk out leaving Kennedy laying on the floor trying to regain her breath; and a pissed off Buffy standing there looking at the room where sounds were coming from..
Buffy's POV:
No! That can't be her. She has the audacity to be fucking someone and leave Kennedy by herself. Oh man is she gonna get it. I walk towards the door and kick it open to find some girl on her back, her knees bent and when I say, "What the fuck," Faith's head pops up from between her legs and the look on her face is like a deer getting caught in the headlights, "B," she says and I swear I have steam coming from my ears, "You bitch! First of all you got Kennedy to cheat on Willow, now your pleasuring some skank instead of helping us figure out how to fight the Brady Bunch," I tell her and she stands up straitening out her clothes and locks eyes with me, "Now you listen to me Buffy... pay close attention. You," she said pointing at me, "have no right to tell me what I should and shouldn't be doing. You lost that a long time ago. I don't give a rat's ass anymore about you being The Slayer," she said putting emphasis on 'the'. "I have never, and will never be the research type. You call me when you need something beat up but until then I'm gonna have fun. I'm gonna live life on the edge, I'm gonna fuck every skank in the city if I feel like it," she says and I feel my stomach curl up. God I really don't want to hear that. "Fine you can do whatever the hell you want to... but why did you have to ruin Kennedy and Willow?" I ask her even though I never liked Kennedy she made Willow happy... until tonight.
"Ruin them? Buffy they were already ruined. Kennedy has been deprived of sex. She can't remember the last time they did anything with their clothes off together. Slayers were not built to go that long. Your jus t the odd man out on that one. Us normal slayers were built to eat, sleep, slay, and fuck," she tells me and I hate that she is saying this, cause some of it's true. I have always felt out of place around her. She was this self confident bad ass with the passion and drive to do the job, and I was on an emotional rollercoaster. "Slayers aren't meant to live as long as you have either, or me. Our regular lifespan isn't over 20 years. If it hadn't been for prison I'd be dead, more than likely, so since we have such a short time here on earth, and I don't see Kennedy going to jail anytime soon then she deserves to have fun! To live! To fuck," she tells me and I punch her. I don't know why but it was a natural instinct. I need to work on that but now I'm just confused, hurt, and... I said hurt right?
She falls to the ground not expecting it I guess, or just knowing that if she stood up she would fight back. She held her chin and looked up at me, "I'm oughta here," she tells me as she takes off out the door. As I watch her out the door my instincts and feelings for her take hold and rush after her, "Faith! Faith wait," I say as I run along side her. I place my hand on her shoulder and she stops abrubtly but not to talk as I had hopped. After putting my hand on her shoulder I feel her fist connecting with my jaw, it was not a hard punch but it wass definitely the first punch from her I'd had in many years. Even when I was saying all that shit back in Cleveland she had never hit me, pushed me maybe... But never hit me. This I know is gonna have me reliving senior year tonight. "I'm doing the whole walking out thing... it doesn't work if you come with me," Faiht tells me and I sigh shaking my head, "That's the whole point Faith. When are you gonna stop walking out? When are you gonna stop giving up? When are you gonna stand up?" I ask. I started out talking but by the end of those three questions I was screaming.
Faith's POV:
She punches me, she chases me, and doesn't even apologize. I have never, and will never understand her logic, if she even has one when it comes to me. "When you stop thinking your better then me; I'll stop trying to get away from you. But it's too late for that now. You mad your decision after Sunnydale, now live with it... I do," I say and walk off but this time she doesn't follow. This time she just stands there and lets me leave, and I'm thankful for that because if she had stopped me this time she would see that I was crying... and nobody except Angel gets to see me cry.
"Faith please think about this. We need you... she needs you; even if she can't express it herself. If you leave we will fail. The world will go into chaos, everyone you have ever known will more than likely be killed... and it will be your fault," I hear Giles say and I stop stuffing my bag with all my clothes. I got to give him credit... he knows which buttons to push. "Why is it always my fault Giles? Why can't it be her fault for once? Everyone says it was my fault for making her depressed for a year after I got off that bus, but I asked her what I should do. I asked her if I should go or stay. She made her fucking decision about me... and it's my fault!? Why? Why the hell is she always the one on the fucking pedestal... even though you call me in to help," I asks my voice cracking because I know tears are about to come. I'm, just not the person I was before. I cry a lot more... something has just broken inside me... and it's been that way going on 7 years now. "Why did you have to call me? Oh yeah because she fucked up her chance to get rid of them when she had it. Yet none of its her fault... it's actually all my fault for making her face them alone. She had her friends, and her little slayers but I'm the only one who could have helped her? The one person she would like nothing more than to drive a fucking knife into is the only person out this whole bunch who could help... and I was just conveniently not there so I'm the one that gets blamed... right? That makes a lot of sense," I say throwing my hands around trying to keep myself calm because I feel the undeniable urge to punch the man in front of me. At least the Mayor never pinned every little thing that went wrong on me.
"Faith who is blaming you for that?" he asks me and I sigh shrugging, "No one directly... but I'm sure Willow and Xander say it behind my back," I say never really expecting to be questioned on who had accused her of what. "That hardly seems like solid proof. Your going on assumption Faith and that's not good," he tells me and I whip my head around, "Don't tell me what's good Giles. I've lived just fine living off assumptions," I tell him and he shakes his head. "Yes Faith because killing a man because you 'assumed' he was a vampire is all 'five-by-five' right?" he asks me and my fists clench at how he is mocking me. "Faith you can't go through life assuming. You'll never get anywhere if you let you sub-conscious rule you," he tells me and I shake my head not wanting to stand here and listen to him because he was right to some degree. I don't handle being wrong well... although I should since that's what I'm best at... besides fucking and slaying being wrong is one of the things that are consistent in my life.
"Who says I want to go anywhere? I was fine where I was... and I'll be fine when I get back there," I tell him zipping up my bag and throwing it over my shoulder as I head out. He grabs my arm and I look over my shoulder at him, "Faith please... don't walk out on us... on the world," he tells me and I close my eyes, "I'll catch you later G," I say as I walk out shutting the door behind me.