She backs down.

"I...I'm good," Nat mutters. Faith smirks, delighted.

"I'm sorry, bitch, what was that?" she asks, cupping a hand around her ear. Nat flushes.

"I said I'm good...we don't need to..."

"That's right. We don't need to do anything. Because you're a little bitch who doesn't know her place, as I said up front." Faith's not lowering her voice in any way, and Nat can see heads turning toward them around the cafeteria. Across the room, she sees Anna glance their way, scowl, and shake her head before turning back to some conversation with Claire and Denise. So many people are looking - she wants to die.

"I'm sorry," she mutters.

"Sweetheart, you have got to learn to speak up."

"I said I'm sorry!" Nat can feel tears standing in her eyes and she swallows hard, not wanting to give this mean girl the satisfaction. "I'm sorry I said anything, ok? God!"

Faith laughs. "You really think 'sorry' is enough?"

"Well what the hell else could I do?"

Faith smirks at her{if Slut_Clothes = True}, one lip twisting cruelly as she visibly gets an idea{endif}.