Rose was not happy; not happy at all. Just because Edward had sent her a note at breakfast to meet him here, in this empty classroom, she'd felt obliged to come, and now she was standing on her own, like a total idiot. She sat on the edge of a desk and folded her arms angrily, and began to swing her legs. If he was coming, shouldn't he hurry up? And what was this all about anyway? He never arranged to meet her. If he saw her, he saw her, and they had a nice chat. If he didn't, well, he went about his business as usual and no one cared too much either way. Of course, it was nice to see him, she wouldn't deny that, but only because their conversations were always so interesting and they got on so well. Faith seemed to think there was something else going on, though, but she could never accept that things were as they were and that she might just have got everything she ever wanted. Rose kicked back against the table leg hard and immediately regretted it. Great, so not only was she being stood up by Edward, she also now had a huge pain in her heel - she felt like Achilles - and she'd made herself more frustrated than she had been before. Fan-bloody-tastic.

Faith muttered angrily as she walked up the corridor, her arms folded tightly against her chest as she stomped her way towards the empty classroom that Edward had told her to meet him at. She knew what this was and she knew who would be waiting for her, Rose. Hence why she didn't want to go, Yet Edward had a point in which, if they were best friends surly everything would be sorted in a matter of seconds, with a few hugs and cheek kisses along the way. Yet, she doubt Edward would be there yet, knowing how his mind worked he probably would listen in and step in if things only got better and not worse. Soon enough she was at the entrance to the classroom when her eyes scanned the room and fell on Rose, "Brilliant," She muttered under her breath cooly, pushing her hair out of her eyes and making it fall perfectly down her front and back, with her fringe soon pushed into place. Not saying anything she simply walked in and sat on one of the cars near Rose, but not too close incase one of them did in the end lash out.

Rose opened her mouth when Faith came in, but didn't say anything until she'd sat down. "Oh," she said suddenly. "Oh no, I know what this is! I shouldn't have come, but for some reason, I just can't help being drawn to a mystery, can I? Edward wants you to go the that classroom on the fourth floor, will you go? Yeah, sure, course I will, because I've no idea what he wants me to do there! Great. Absolutely bloody brilliant." She stood up and kicked the desk again, then began to pace the aisles between tables, scowling and clenching and unclenching her fists.

"Why, Why in the world would Edward otherwise want you to come and meet him, Aww, Did he think he wanted your to f*ck him like the dirty little wh*re you are ehy?" She muttered as she rolled her eyes and leant back in her chair, letting out a large, heavy sigh before letting her eyes fall onto Rose again, her jaw clenched as she fought herself to make herself stay seated. "Im not as happy as you are, I got the same note but by the time I was walking here, I twigged what he was going to make us do." She muttered again, tightening her grip on the chair.

"For your information," she began sarcastically. "Edward and I have never done anything of the sort. Nor would I want to, because he is your boyfriend. Yours. And in any case, even if I did want to, he wouldn't, because he loves you. Sometimes I can't begin to understand why, but he does. You're so suspicious of him all the time - why can't you just accept that things are this way? He loves you, you love him, nothing can break that. No, no, you've got to have a bit of drama in your life, don't you?" She stopped pacing and bit her lip for a moment, deciding whether to go on and say what she wanted to say next. It would make things worse, but things always got worse before they got better. With Faith, you had to get everything out in the open before you could make up. "I know what this is really about, anyway. You still haven't forgiven me about Sammael."

"Of course I never bloody forgave you but thats the way it is, It's in the past and I don't want to talk about that anymore. Everyone has moved on, Gary and Alex, Edward and Myself," She continued as she let out a sigh. "I have accepted the fact that Edward and Myself are in love, just with people like you around, well you always have to be on the look out. I know Edward wouldn't because he has standards," She added rolling her eyes and focusing on something else in the room, anything other than Rose.

Faith stood up and walked to Edward, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly as if she was letting all her anger out on his hand, knowing how it wouldn't hurt him. "Well, where to start. I can't trust you with any of my boyfriends I ever had, so what makes a difference with Edward, huh?" She muttered as she looked to Edward, before looking away her eyes already staring to sting. "Yes, It may all come down to that night I saw you with Gary," Rolling her eyes, "Oh wait, Sammael, even though we were going out it was still my boyfriend's body you f**ked and you didn't care, just because the way he acted was different you thought it was fine. I love Edward more than anything Ive ever loved before, if something happened like that again, I would die. Now, you seem to be more wh*rish than ever, I have no choice but to worry when I see you with him, I wonder what your talking about. Even when Im in the same room, I know your giving him thoughts, just because he can't read mine." She muttered, her anger building again, letting go of Edward's hand and placing her hand by her side, "I'd have nothing without Edward."