Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own anything that has to do with BtVS

Author's note: This story is completely and totally A/U. As of this moment, everyone is human.

Buffy stared out across the courtyard. There he was. Tall, dark, handsome, and once again buried in one of his books, probably brooding. She had the worst luck with guys. With all the trouble she took trying to make herself look presentable and appealing, Angel just didn't seem to notice. Spike, on the other hand, noticed all the time. So here was Buffy, annoyed because of the two sexiest guys in the school, one of them was all over her, but it was the one she didn't want.

Spike was the bad boy of the school, the rebel. If trouble was being stirred up, you could almost bet that Spike was the one doing the stirring. But Angel, he was the school mystery. He and his family moved to Sunnydale suddenly, bought the old Mansion and fixed it up. No one really knew where they had moved there from; however, Angel had just the right amount of an Irish accent to make him even sexier. Then just as suddenly as they had moved there, Angel found himself orphaned. His parents died tragically one night and left Angel very well cared for. Every girl at Sunnydale High would have died to go out with him, especially if it meant getting a peak inside of that mansion. And yet he kept to himself, burying himself in old books and ignoring almost everyone except for teachers, and that weird librarian, Mr. Giles.

Buffy was smitten with him, and today, she decided, was the day that she would make him take notice of her. Even if it meant talking about something totally boring, like books. She checked her little hand held mirror and walked over to him. He was reading Oedipus the King. Figures, she thought, he would be reading something that was written, like, a thousand years ago. "So, Angel isn't it? Oedipus the King, great story. Isn't it pathetic how that guy is like all boo hoo poor me?"

Angel looked up at her, his deep brown eyes squinting in the sun. "Is there something I can do for you, Miss...?"

"Oh! My name's Buffy. And actually I just figured that since you sit by yourself so much you might want some company."

Angel smiled politely "I'm not really a people person, sorry."

Buffy wasn't about to let this conversation end. "Everyone's going to the Bronze on Friday. You want to come with me?"

Angel shook his head "I'm not much for clubs either."

Buffy once again was frustrated "Ok...well... then, I guess I'll just see you later. Enjoy the book."

Angel watched her walk off "It's a play." He muttered to himself. She's cute. She's probably just as shallow as the other girls in this school. Who knows, she might be a nice girl to date. If she hasn't found a date by tomorrow, I'll ask her if she'll consider going to that Bronze place. It could be fun. After his mental discussion with himself, Angel went back to reading his play until it was time to go to class.

Buffy walked into the classroom and sat down. Spike leaned over to her. "Hey, Buffy. You look nice."

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Hello Spike. What do you need this time?"

Spike laughed "Don't need anything, pet. But I would like it if you could find it in your heart to come hear me and my boys play at the Bronze, Friday night. What do you say?"

Buffy was about to say no when suddenly it dawned on her. What better way to make Angel jealous than to go out with Spike. The two of them hated each other. "I'll think about it, Spike."

Spike grinned. "That works for me."