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"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself." - George Bernard Shaw.

Dedication: Christa1007 for the cover! Thank you!

Recap:

He folded his arms across his chest as he watched us. I shook my head and looked back to Jacob.

"Just like old times," he smiled.

"Just shut up and drive," I snapped.

Pay back's a bitch.

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Xavier's POV:

My heart beat hard in my chest as I stared into her eyes.

The very eyes that I've stared into many times before. When we were laughing, when we were teasing, when we were kissing. I felt a stab in my abdomen as I saw a crushed look of defeat fall across her face.

I know what I was doing was wrong, but I just wanted her to feel the pain and betrayal she made me feel.

My cheek still wore the stinging sensation from her slap. That's when I should have stopped messing with her, but I couldn't. She needed to know, to feel how much she hurt me.

She took off and I immediately reached for her, before mentally shaking myself. I wanted this to happen, right? I wanted to hurt her. Why was I still wanting to protect her?

It all happened so fast. Suddenly she had Jasmine pinned on the wall.

"Faith!" I yelled, grabbing her left arm.

It didn't help, considering she swung and smacked Jasmine straight in the face, with her free hand. Jasmine dropped to the ground and if we were under a different circumstance, I would have been impressed.

I had half-forgotten the intensity of Faith's fiery rage. I knew it got out of control, but I didn't realise it would escalate this quickly.

She spun on her heel, ready to hit me too, but I knew that's what she would do. I wrapped my fingers around her wrist, just before it came in contact with my face. I pushed her from me. I couldn't have her this close. My resolve would crumble and what I'm trying to achieve, wouldn't work.

"Go," I barked, my voice full of authority.

"Fuck you," she hissed through her teeth.

I flinched. I could physically see her body trembling. The stare between us burned with fire, before she took off down the hall.

A groan caught my attention. I dropped to my knees.

"You okay?" I asked.

"That bitch is psycho," she spat, anger dripping from her words. "How could you date that?"

I chose not to answer. I helped her to her feet and walked her towards her bed.

"I'll go get some ice," I offered.

I got to the kitchen, before I leaned on the door frame. It was cruel of me to have led Faith to believe I would cheat on her. It was a dick move, considering what happened with her last boyfriend.

But I couldn't just forgive her. I wanted her to know how much her opinion means to me and how much it hurt that she didn't think as high of me as I thought of her. I know my past is shaky, but she knows me. She is the only one who does know me.

If she can't see the good in me, no one would.

Maybe there isn't any good in me, after all.

"You okay?"

I looked around, wondering where I recognised that voice from. It was muffled, meaning it was probably from outside. My heart rate increased.

Faith.

The thought of someone else comforting her, made a new feeling of rage tear through me, drowning out the desire to make her hurt as much as I did.

I bolted towards the door, ready to go after her. I froze, the blood inside my veins turning cold. I know that car.

I watched as Faith walked around and slid into the passenger seat. I spread my lips into a thin, disapproving line as she looked at me. I folded my arms across my chest.

She looked away from me and Jacob took off.

What the hell have I done?

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Faith's POV:

The place hadn't changed one bit.

Jacob's house wasn't overly nice, yet it wasn't overly bad, either. His parents were quite older, so their taste was drastically different to what I was used to. It felt more like my grandparents, rather than my ex-boyfriend's place.

"Want a drink or anything?" he asked.

"No," I forced out. "Thanks."

"Okay," he said, before chugging down some coke straight from the bottle.

I made a face at him. Clearly he hasn't changed, either.

Still remembering the way perfectly, I walked towards the guest bathroom and washed my face. I rinsed my mouth out, before popping a piece of chewing gum in there. Vomiting always leaves a gross aftertaste.

"Want to watch a movie?" he called out.

I took a moment to answer. I stared at my pale face. My eyes were ringed red, my lips chapped, my red hair wind-blown.

"Sure," I said softly, as I emerged from the bathroom.

We made our way into his room. He chucked on Transformers, obviously remembering it was one of my favourite movies, before jumping a little too enthusiastically, into bed beside me.

I felt so uncomfortable having him this close. Why did I decide this was a good idea? I despise this boy. I despise everything about him.

All I wanted at the time, was to know Xavier saw me hop in the car with him. I didn't really want it to get this far.

I felt tired. I leaned back on his pillows and let myself sink in. I didn't make it very far into the movie, before I dozed off. Some time later, I felt a hand softly shake my shoulder. I mumbled something incoherent, before groggily opening my eyes.

"Hey," a voice whispered, his face hovering over mine.

Still quite out of it, I just laid there.

"God, I have missed seeing your beautiful face underneath me," he whispered huskily. "Your body in my bed..."

I didn't reply as I looked up at him. I could have him so easily. Which makes me want him so, so much less.

He leaned down and I knew what he was going to do. His lips were mere inches from mine.

I wanted to get back at Xavier, but I felt so revolted, I couldn't.

I was appalled at not only myself for letting me get in this situation, but to Jacob, who is still the cheating bastard I've grown to know him as. I threw my hands out just before our lips made contact, shoving him off of me.

If his lips had touched mine, I would have been sick all over again.

"I can't do this," I gagged, sitting up.

"Woah," he said. "What's wrong?"

"You," I spat, scrunching up my face. I felt dirty.

"You were the one who wanted to come over, remember?" he snapped angrily, the fiery, angry Jacob flashing before my very eyes. He had tried to play it cool, for so long, but here it was.

The real Jacob.

"And now I'm realising what a huge, huge mistake that was," I snarled, getting to my feet.

I ran from his room and out to the front, gasping for breath.

What have I become? I am not the girl to do this. At all. I've lost faith in myself. I've lost faith in Xavier.

In this moment, I was faithless.

I picked up a jog and ran back to Jasmine's house, to get my car. I didn't plan on going inside and making Xavier come home with me. He made his choice.

Now, it was time for me to move on.

I hastily slid into my car and stomped on the accelerator, tears blurring my vision. I pulled out and my phone fell from my hand. Cursing, I reached to grab it.

A sickening crash sound could be heard and suddenly, my head flew forward. The airbags came bursting from my steering wheel and my head snapped back. I felt the searing pain run down my neck, to my back.

Another crash could be heard to my left as my car rammed into something else.

I blinked, not seeing clearly. With the tears in my eyes and now my concussion, I couldn't focus on anything.

I heard my name being called. I opened my car door, to see Xavier sprinting towards me.

My legs gave out and I collapsed onto the hard bitumen ground.

That was the last I remembered.

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And more drama... Sorry, I'm addicted.

What do you think of Faith? Do you think it was good of her to stop things going any further with Jacob, or do you think of her differently now for letting herself get in that situation in the first place?

And also, Xavier admits he didn't do anything with Jasmine, he just wanted Faith to believe that. What do you think about that? Is he still a good guy or was he stupid to have tried to trick Faith like that?

Please let me know what you think!