Fayth was walking to the cafeteria when the sound of a huge bang came from nearby. The sound of girls screaming came right after.

She ran over to the commotion and pushed through the others, until she was close enough to see what was going on.

It was Charles and Lexis. Lexis had shoved Charles so hard against the trophy case that the broken glass was scattered all over the floor, cutting both Charles and Lexis as they resumed to fight.

Charles shoved Lexis, and landed a punch across his face. They were both so angry it scared anyone to get near them in case of getting pulled in to the middle of it too.

So much glass...

Fayth shook her head and closed her eyes. Why are they fighting?

Lexis was on his feet again, throwing punches at Charles' head, Charles pushed Lexis again, shoving him on the ground against the broken glass. Lexis turned and brought Charles under him, socking him with a punch across the face. Both of them were bleeding, both of them had torn buttons and battered clothes.

"I will murder you." Charles screamed, trying to pull Lexis off of him.

Security jumped in. About seven of them, but two more had to join before they were able to pull the two away from each other. Fayth stood there shocked at how hurt they both were.

She sat on the cold tiled floor outside the headmistress's office, waiting for Charles to get out. However, Lexis did first, his face had dried blood all over it, and he held his ripped up school uniform jacket in his hand.

He glanced at Fayth and paused in mid-step. Fayth stared back at him, questioning his halt. He began to walk again, this time towards her. A step after the other, his eyes not leaving hers. Her eyes opening wider by every movement he took bringing him closer to her. She felt her body become tense, a ribbon of fear wrapping her entirely, nearly suffocating her as she suddenly forgot to breathe. What did he want? His eyes were glazed. Dead. Terrifying. His jaw twitched every now and then, and even though his expression was somewhat blank, his anger was visible to the naked eye. And Fayth nearly choked as he stopped right in front of her.

He knelt down where she sat, his face less than a foot away from hers. And for a long moment, nothing was said. Both sat there, staring at each other. Unspoken emotions passing in-between their eyes. Fayth was terrified. Her eyes showed that fear. Her fingers trembled as she continuously failed to clench them in a fist, disabling them from spreading the shaking to the rest of her body. She wished there was more room behind her to slide back. To move away from his vital stare. It was enwrapping her, trapping her into cold silence.

His hand, which had been resting on his knee, moved forward. For a second, she was lost between fear and confusion. What the hell is happening? She stared at the hand. You'd think it was a poisonous snake slithering its way towards her. Fayth moved her face away from it, making the back of her head stamp against the wall and become immobile. It was hard for her to breathe. Hard for her to swallow to wet her dry throat. She pushed against the floor with her hand, wishing to move away from his fingertips. She hadn't realized that she was no longer looking at him until he had his fingers under her chin, electrifying her skin. Her heart hammered against her rib cage, wanting to break free and run away. She can feel her pulse in her ears while all other sounds became muffled with her hazy consciousness.

He lifted her face up, making her look at him. She dropped her gaze, making his lips the farthest thing she can look at away from his eyes. He knelt in. Closer. Closer. Closer. Until his lips stopped near her ear.

"How is it that my life is no longer mine?"

It was those words. And only those words that he said before he stood up and walked away. Fayth sat there drained, her exhale coming out in heaps as she finally breathed again. She stared after Lexis. Her brain cursing him for what he'd done. How is it that he puts her under that much fear. That he can do whatever he pleases around her leaving the only one affected?

And what did he mean. Those words, what exactly were they for?

Not a split moment after he had disappeared, Charles came out as well. Fayth stood to her feet and ran over to him. "Are you crazy? What the hell was that?" She snapped.

He smiled. "You caring makes me think you're falling for me."

She rolled her eyes and pulled him by the arm towards the piano room.

After removing most of the glass out of his skin, she cleaned up his wounds and wrapped him up. Then gave him the boys exercise clothes that she had taken from the gym for him to change in.

"Remember?" He said with a smile, coming out dressed. "I used to do things like this for you too."

"You did it exactly twice before. I've done all the cleaning up for you. I've become experienced with drunk people and possibly every medical condition because of your immatureness. And that idiot Vivian as well."

He laughed and sat on the window sill next to Fayth. "You hypocrite. You got your experience from your own reckless actions. I didn't do nearly a quarter of the things you did."

She looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. "This is coming from someone I barely see once a month?"

"Oh come on! Its four or five times a month." He jumped down and turned so they were face to face. He then held the edge of the window sill on either side of her. "I didn't know you wanted to see me more." His eyes were on her lips as he said this.

"I was the one who got away from you as many times as I could. And if you don't move away right now, I can see a few places Lexis put his hands on that will hurt if I merely poke them."

He moved away and growled in anger. "Don't mention that asshole's name. Every time I think about him, I wish I could go back and do things in another way. Only if I had a knife in my pocket–"

"Why did you guys fight?"

"–the hell I know. He just came up to me and started throwing his fist around."

"That's odd."

"What's odd about it?"

Fayth thought it through. "Usually he doesn't use his fist. He lets others do the work for him. You're sure you didn't piss him off?"

"I would know. I'm not an idiot to poke a beehive. I'm telling you, that guy is a crazy spontaneous bastard. And what scared me most about that asshole is you're in the same damn hell hole as him."

"Don't worry." Fayth sighed. "I can take care of myself."

"By doing what he asks you to do? Do you know how screwed up in the head you were when you knelt down in front of me? I mean...you?"

Fayth let out an exasperated sigh. "Whose fault is that? Telling him you own me. I'm already suspicious to them! They can use any type of verification tool they want if it means it'll give them an answer."

"That's all your fault! Why the hell are you still lying to them about this? Why the hell are you even doing this for?"

Fayth closed her mouth shut, her face suddenly as pale as a ghost's. She stared at Charles, her eyes troubled and hesitant.

"What is it...?" Charles asked, confusion clouding his eyes. He hadn't realized that this specifically is something Fayth was incredibly sensitive about. To think of it, he hadn't realized that till now, he still couldn't get a reason out of her for being in the Academy, in the attire and persona she was in now.

"Did something happen that I don't know about?"

Fayth looked away, her throat tightening. "You don't know about half of the things in my life, so what difference does it make."

Charles swallowed his heart back down and studied Fayth's broken expression. Something about her made him realized exactly what he had been missing this entire time. Even though he knew the person everyone saw in the Academy was a charade, it was still nice to see Fayth vulnerable, weak, imperfect. It made her more human to him. Opposed to how she was before. Now he can see a person capable of loving him. If he can try a little harder, just a tiny bit harder... he'll be able to make her his.

He reached for her and held her hand. "Fayth....what's wrong?"

She pulled her hand out of his hold and looked away. She was slowly looking less like the fake Rihanna and more like the Fayth he knew. "This is exactly why I don't want you or Vivian in the Academy. Stop trying to make me remember." She breathed, her voice shallow with pain.

Charles frowned. "Remember what?"

"Nothing." She looked at him. "By the way, don't you ever make the mistake of revealing who I am to anyone else like you did in the lunch room. I'm trying to deal with Lexis and I'm afraid you'll ruin my plans by the stupid things you'll say."

He sighed and sat down on the bench, looking up at her, he said. "What are you going to do about the meeting then?"

She walked closer to the window and put her palm against it. "Make sure I'm everything but Rihanna? That's as far as I've planned till now."