There were just some things people weren’t actually supposed to say. Jake’s mocking accusations could not have been any further away from what most girls would expect of a guy. Even a fuck-up like Jake. Guys weren’t supposed to be aware of small things like the fact that she purposely wore her low cut tops more often than usual. Yes, she craved attention, but not in the desperate, needy way. Which, Faye was sure, Jake saw it as. To Faye, it was about taking the victory from their past. Two years ago, he left her a complete, and utter mess. And now? She had taken life’s lessons and wore them like battle scars. However, that didn’t mean she was ready to call it a day and simply move on. No. Faye Chamberlain refused to settle as the loser, of their break-up. After everything she’d been through, it was Jake’s turn to get the shit end of the stick. She was sure as hell going to live day to day leaving her house looking like a million bucks, because that’s who she was. She wasn’t some plain jane bambi. She was worth being noticed. It wasn’t about getting the attention of Jake’s oogling eyes. It was about making him recognize all he was missing, and thus, regretting that he ever took her for granted.
Her facial expression had halted, taken aback; to the point she couldn’t uphold her boisterous mask. He wasn’t supposed to call her out, and frankly, she couldn’t understand why it was all that surprising that he had no qualms for speaking to her like this. All aside, the most bothersome of it all, was hearing Jake even suggest that she premeditated their run-ins. Even if it wasn’t true, Faye despised that it was even allowed to be a possibility at all. (Something she was capable of) No one was allowed to see her in that kind of light, and here was someone who had witnessed it. Ugh. Normally, she would deflect the situation with a joke, or something, but this was different. Jake made her feel exposed. It frustrated her, no doubt, but she could surely take his challenges on. Jake wasn’t a man, he was still a boy. Contrary to the past, Faye responded to his asshole behavior with attitude. Former Faye would have played dumb; oblivious and delusional. But now? She had attitude. “Hm.” Her right brow soothed into a look of her own amusement. “— funny, how you’re the only one sitting around concocting all these tales…” She accused with mockery.
The prideful part of her wanted to make a fuss over Jake’s subtle threat against getting on his bad side. She wanted to confront it, but he’d entered a new territory of discussion: the circle. The baggage between them, was something entirely different from circle politics. In fact, she was more comfortable staying on this topic, as it was less personal. “The rest of my circle? You mean, the one your ancestors started up?” By that, she referred to the Armstrong family being one of the original six, thus linking Jake by default. She mimicked with emphasis on his hint in having no affiliation. “Jake, it’s not a book club; stating the obvious isn’t helping anyone.” Faye gave a grimacing look. She was well aware that Jake possessed a decent amount of knowledge of their world. They hardly had the chance to discuss magic between the two of them, but she gathered that tip from the other circle members. Cassie, specifically. “But, you’ve never really been the giving-type.” She backed up a step. Of course he wasn’t helping anyone, Jake only knew how to take. Faye knew from the get go, Jake was here because he needed something. She wasn’t sure what, but her suspicions were certain to remain unwavering.
The comment regarding his ancestors made him harden. He hated witchcraft. And their circle. He hated what being tied to them had taken from him, and what it would continue to take from him. He was sick of everyone questioning him. They had no right. His bloodline might have been linked to the rest of them, but Jake wasn’t a part of their circle. And he never would be. He could strangle Nick for the part he played in the binding ritual. But, deep down a part of him, blamed himself for not being there to stop it. None of them knew that in linking themselves together, they drew huge targets on their backs. He was supposed to help destroy them. To avenge the tragic death of his parents, and the loss of his innocence. He’s been a hollow shell of a man for a really long time. Being with Chris, and the other hunters helped to restore the bits of himself that he’s been searching for endlessly.
Faye, and the rest of them, didn’t know what they were talking about. It was funny how they thought they had everything figured out. That together they’d be stronger. When in reality, they were weak. A bunch of lost sheep. They were just a bunch of kids who kept playing with fire, not knowing that one day they were all going to burn. “Let’s get one thing straight,” Jake responded, between clenched teeth. He closed the gap between himself and Faye. The anger boiling inside of him, and the desperation he felt to get his point across, became the only reason that he allowed himself to stand within reaching distance of her. “I don’t care who my ancestors were or what their affiliation was with the rest of your circle. I may be linked to you thanks to my idiot brother, but I’ll never be like the rest of you. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourselves into.” He stopped himself before he could go on any further. She could accuse him of things all she wanted. He didn’t care what she thought of him. In fact, hating him and choosing to stay away from him, would be the smartest decision she could make. Of course, Jake didn’t count on that. He knew Faye. And he knew she wouldn’t give up.
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