Title: This Hurts Like Hell
Pairing: Faye Chamberlain & Diana Meade
TV Show: The Secret Circle
A/N: Slowly getting through my prompts!
Diana sat down quietly and, more importantly, unnoticed by the girl she was watching intently from across the room. It appeared the girl she was watching, Faye Chamberlain, had other things on her mind and, despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel sad.
“What are you doing sitting here?”
She quickly looked away, surprised by the voice.
“I mean,” Melissa began, “I don’t mind it’s just you usually sit next to Faye.”
Diana sighed, “I know.”
Melissa sat down and smiled sadly, “Want to talk about it?”
The taller girl shook her head and so Melissa turned to face the front. Diana was unable to do the same and kept her eyes on Faye who had, unsurprisingly, found someone willing to sit beside her – a new girl called Jessica who Diana had noticed had taken an interest in Faye the second the Chamberlain child had extended her hand due to the new girls inability to open her locker.
“Wow,” She had said once the lock sprung open, “You barely even touched it.”
“Magic,” Faye had replied with a smirk to which the other girl had laughed unaware of the irony.
Diana hadn’t really taken much notice of the exchange but she found she could hardly look away now that the two were talking once more.
“So when did you get here?” Faye asked and Diana couldn’t help but notice the flirtatious tone she used. Although Faye was known for accidentally tempting people into bed with her seductive nature – though she would firmly state it wasn’t that easy to tempt her into bed – something about this hurt.
Diana turned and looked at Melissa, “Can I ask you a question?”
The shorter girl nodded, “Of course,” She replied with a welcoming smile.
“Is Faye flirting with the new girl?” She asked outright causing Melissa to narrow her eyes.
“I mean,” Diana blushed, “It just looks like she is.”
Melissa’s suspicions didn’t weaken but she looked to the darker haired girl nonetheless. “Yeah, I suppose she is.”
It wasn’t the answer Diana had hoped for. She nodded sadly and looked towards the board only to look over. Faye’s hand was trailing through the other girl’s hair.
“Wow, it is soft,” She said. It didn’t sound quite so sincere which, oddly, did nothing to comfort Diana. The idea of Faye toying with the new girl was annoying to say the least – what were her intentions? The grip on her pen increased as she questioned Faye’s motives and, before Melissa could ask her what was wrong, it snapped in half.
“Woah! What is up with you?”
She didn’t bother to respond, the bell ringing in time for her to avoid doing so. She packed her things up and left the desk along with the shattered pen. Her arm swung out to Faye who had already begun leaving the room beside Jessica, the two still talking.
“Can I talk to you?” She asked as Faye swung around, a scowl on her face, to see the perpetrator. Her face relaxed when she saw who it was.
“Sure,” She said, a smirk forming. “I’m just going for lunch with Jess though so later?”
“No, now,” She hissed through gritted teeth.
“Hm,” Her smirk didn’t falter, “I really shouldn’t just cancel on her.”
“Fine.” She turned to Jessica, who had watched the exchange wearily, and smiled. “Rain check on lunch?”
“Sure,” She replied. “I’ll see you later then.”
Once she was out of sight, Diana roughly pulled Faye the opposite way. Faye watched as they passed many opportunities for the two to stop.
“Where exactly are we going?” She asked when they passed the door that led outside. She had suspected she’d want to go somewhere for lunch and talk. Apparently not.
She finally did stop and pushed open the door to what looked like a gym storage room.
“Hm, classy,” Faye mumbled, glancing around. “So what did you want to talk about?” She asked sweetly once she had looked back to Diana.
“What are you doing?”
“Inhaling an obscene amount of dust apparently.”
“No,” Diana groaned, “What was that with the new girl?”
“Oh, you mean Jess. Hm, nothing. She just seemed nice, don’t you think? Pretty too,” She added with a smirk.
Diana shook her head, “You’re such a bitch.”
Faye was taken aback by the words. “Don’t you dare call me a bitch.”
“I wasn’t the one flirting with the new girl while their –” She stopped before she could finish the sentence, unsure what exactly she was planning on ending it with anyway.
“Their what?” Faye spat, “Their girlfriend watched? Because you sure as hell made it clear we weren’t girlfriends.”
She was right. Diana had no right to even question Faye’s motives when she had, only hours before, established the two were nothing more than friends with benefits even when Faye had suggested otherwise.
“I don’t think that’s what we are,” Faye had said honestly.
“Well we are. I don’t want to be in a relationship with you, it’s just how it is,” She had replied. It pained her to say the words and it pained her even more when Faye, who had been comfortably lay in Diana’s bed, got up.
“I guess I should go then.”
“Wait Faye,” She had sighed, pulling the garment that was in her hands away from her. “I thought this was just for fun. Why can’t it just stay like that?”
Faye had frowned and pulled the shirt back and pulled it over her head. “This doesn’t feel like fun,” She had replied before leaving the house.
And now Diana found herself dealing with the consequences of her words.
“We’re just friends with benefits, remember?” Faye snapped, “So back off.” She went to leave but Diana stood in her way.
“No, I won’t.”
“Move,” Faye growled.
“I don’t want to.”
There was a stand-off until Faye sighed and turned so she had her back to Diana. “This is unfair.”
Diana wanted to do nothing more than embrace the girl, to apologise, to do something because god it hurt. It hurt like hell. “I know.”
“You can’t tell me we’re nothing and then be angry when I find someone who wants something.”
“Did you really like Jessica?” Diana asked. The word ‘someone who wants something’ echoed – had Jessica been that someone? Had Faye felt an instant and genuine attraction to the girl? God, she hoped not.
“No,” Faye replied.
Diana breathed a sigh of relief.
“But what happens when someone does come along? What happens when I meet someone who wants more than… than this,” She motioned between the two of us, “Because despite what people might think, I don’t want this. I don’t want meaningless sex. I don’t want it to mean nothing and I don’t want to be nothing.”
Diana didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what she would do if that happened but all she knew is she didn’t want it to. She didn’t want Faye to find someone. “This isn’t nothing,” She replied, contradicting her early remarks.
Faye rolled her eyes. “Forget it, Diana. You made your point clear this morning.”
“I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Yes, you did,” Faye stated. “I know you did, you know you did.”
A silence filled the small room and all Diana could think was how much she hated herself. She wanted to tell the girl she hadn’t meant it but the words got stuck in her throat.
“I should go,” Faye finally said. She had her hand on the handle of the door when Diana turned around and grabbed her.
She pulled her towards her and kissed her, kissed her like she would never feel the soft lips of the girl again because it sure as hell seemed that way. She snaked her arms around Faye’s back and pulled her towards her until there was no space between them. She didn’t want the kiss the end. She wanted it to last forever.
But it didn’t.
Faye broke the kiss. Her hands unwrapped from Diana’s body, one of her hands rising to move a strand of hair from Diana’s face. It seemed like everything could be okay, it seemed like they could be okay but they weren’t. Faye silently left the room and left Diana.
She left her with nothing and god it hurt.
It hurt like hell.