Author: Emba
Authors Note: I'm back! And look how quick I updated! I just was in the mood to update so... I did. PLEASE REVIEW!
My alarm beeps loudly in my ears. I turn over and hit the snooze button with out evening opening an eye. I've had years of practice at this.
And then, the stupid piece of crap starts to beep again. Son of a b—
"BUFFY! TIME TO GET UP, HONEY!" I almost jump out of my bed at my mother's voice. Why is she yelling? It's 6:00 in the MORNING. I should be sleeping right now. Damn school to hell!
Groaning, I hastily get out of my bed and trudge down the stairs. Stupid, stupid, stupid school. Why couldn't I have been one of those super smart kids who went through all of high school and college in like...2 years? Seriously, why couldn't I have just gone and been the--- "BUFFY!" My mother yells again, this time in my face.
I stare at her in shock. "WHAT?" I hiss.
"HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?" She screams as she hands me a glass of orange juice.
Ignoring her first question, I take a gulp of my drink and stare at her incredulously, "Why are you screaming?"
"HMM? HONEY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU."
"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" I yell back, frustrated at this stupidness. What the hell is wrong with her?
"OH, WELL, LAST NIGHT ONE OF MY..." She pauses, "CLIENTS TOOK ME TO A SURPRISE CONCERT. THAT'S WHY I WAS HOME SO LATE."
Surprise concert? She has pretty generous clients. "Oh." Is all I say, and I then chug the rest of my orange juice and run up the stairs to find something to wear. It must be something sexy for Angel. Smirking, I dive in to my closet.
Something about my mother's words sets off an alarm in my head. Something's up. I shrug. I'll figure it out eventually. It's probably nothing.
BEEP, BEEP!
I hear Angel's lame car horn beep indicating his irritated-ness at my lateness. Wow, I just made up two words and somehow fit them in to a sentence. I'm so lame.
Finishing the last touches on my outfit, I grab my satchel, shove a pop tart in my mouth and fly out the door. "HAVE A GOOD DAY, SWEETIE!" My mother screams after me. I jump at her voice that cuts through the silent Monday morning air. Must've been some concert.
I look at Angel's car and laugh. Such a crappy car, and yet such a good make out place. Angel and I have been together for now three and a half weeks and we've just grown closer everyday. He's still my best friend and at the same time my boyfriend who I love.
"Morning," I greet him as I start to eat my pop tart.
Silence.
Uhh? What's going on? I look up to see him staring at me with hungry eyes.
Smirking inwardly, I try my best innocent look that has worked for years. Seriously, it has. When I was 11 Angel dared me to steal our teacher, Mrs. Mullens' coffee... I know, it's weird but Mrs. Mullen's was crazy, and when I say crazy I mean LUNATIC crazy. She needed her daily dose of caffeine to keep her from killing all of us. And so, I did. I do NOT back down from a dare. NEVER. Anyway, I stole it and hid it in under a bunch of drawings we did for the homeless or something like that, I don't really remember but then when she couldn't find it she freaked out! Mrs. Mullens searched the WHOLE classroom, every desk, every chair, every thing. I kept my cool...WHO AM I KIDDING? I was a wreck! Angel was cracking up the whole time while I was practically biting my nails off from being so nervous. Eventually, she found it and analyzed the area for any evidence of who the perpetrator was. She found three blonde pieces of hair. All eyes were on me. I was the only blonde in class somehow, all the other blondes were in Mr. Ratbornes class across the hall. I quickly plastered on my "innocent as lambs face", as Angel likes to call it, and Mrs. Mullens was fooled. She smiled gently at me took a long gulp of her coffee.
"What's wrong?" I ask Angel, keeping my innocence look intact.
He gives me a look and I giggle. "Don't give me your innocent as lambs face, you know what's wrong."
Hehehe. "Hmm...I have no idea what you're talking about." I reply, leaning towards him.
"That outfit. You're wearing that to school? Every guy in school is going to be all over you." He looks angry.
I laugh outright, "I didn't wear this for every guy in school, I wore it for you." I lean in a bit more.
He leans in as well. "Well, when you put it that way..." And we kiss...
Ah, I love these morning make out sessions in his car. They are always refreshing. And extremely hot.
I bring up my hands to his neck and thread my fingers through his hair. This action drives him crazy. I massage him slowly and he groans in to my mouth.
We break apart ten minutes later and I glance at the clock. "Put the petal to the metal, we're late again."
He curses under his breath before zooming ahead.
I rush in to my first period class which is English, and sit in my seat next to Willow. She looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Late again? Oh, and your lip-gloss in smeared."
I reapply my lip-gloss and grin at Willow's knowing smile. "Yes, late again."
She chuckles and we turn and watch Xander run in to homeroom with lipstick on his lips. "Xander what were you doing before school, trying on your mothers lip stick?" I joke, and Willow and I share a small laugh.
"Ha ha. Very, very funny, Buffy. But you know what I was doing because I bet you were doing the same thing." Xander says.
Oh, crap I'm blushing. I'm such a freak.
"Hah! Look at that blush!" He exclaims happily. I glare at him, what a nerd.
These past few weeks Anya and Xander have been actually dating instead of just making out at the Bronze. Xander says he's falling for Anya, and I think it's the cutest thing. Except, Anya's a bit weird and blunt, but we all deal with it.
Every conversation quiets as some stuffy British guy in tweed walks through the door and stutters nervously about being a fill in for our regular teacher. We all groan in unison. This is going to be a long class.
Okay, so, that's my first chapter! How was it? Stupid? Cool? REVIEW PLEASE!!
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Authors Note: I'm back! And look how quick I updated! I just was in the mood to update so... I did. PLEASE REVIEW!
My alarm beeps loudly in my ears. I turn over and hit the snooze button with out evening opening an eye. I've had years of practice at this.
And then, the stupid piece of crap starts to beep again. Son of a b—
"BUFFY! TIME TO GET UP, HONEY!" I almost jump out of my bed at my mother's voice. Why is she yelling? It's 6:00 in the MORNING. I should be sleeping right now. Damn school to hell!
Groaning, I hastily get out of my bed and trudge down the stairs. Stupid, stupid, stupid school. Why couldn't I have been one of those super smart kids who went through all of high school and college in like...2 years? Seriously, why couldn't I have just gone and been the--- "BUFFY!" My mother yells again, this time in my face.
I stare at her in shock. "WHAT?" I hiss.
"HOW WAS YOUR NIGHT?" She screams as she hands me a glass of orange juice.
Ignoring her first question, I take a gulp of my drink and stare at her incredulously, "Why are you screaming?"
"HMM? HONEY, I CAN'T HEAR YOU."
"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING?!" I yell back, frustrated at this stupidness. What the hell is wrong with her?
"OH, WELL, LAST NIGHT ONE OF MY..." She pauses, "CLIENTS TOOK ME TO A SURPRISE CONCERT. THAT'S WHY I WAS HOME SO LATE."
Surprise concert? She has pretty generous clients. "Oh." Is all I say, and I then chug the rest of my orange juice and run up the stairs to find something to wear. It must be something sexy for Angel. Smirking, I dive in to my closet.
Something about my mother's words sets off an alarm in my head. Something's up. I shrug. I'll figure it out eventually. It's probably nothing.
BEEP, BEEP!
I hear Angel's lame car horn beep indicating his irritated-ness at my lateness. Wow, I just made up two words and somehow fit them in to a sentence. I'm so lame.
Finishing the last touches on my outfit, I grab my satchel, shove a pop tart in my mouth and fly out the door. "HAVE A GOOD DAY, SWEETIE!" My mother screams after me. I jump at her voice that cuts through the silent Monday morning air. Must've been some concert.
I look at Angel's car and laugh. Such a crappy car, and yet such a good make out place. Angel and I have been together for now three and a half weeks and we've just grown closer everyday. He's still my best friend and at the same time my boyfriend who I love.
"Morning," I greet him as I start to eat my pop tart.
Silence.
Uhh? What's going on? I look up to see him staring at me with hungry eyes.
Smirking inwardly, I try my best innocent look that has worked for years. Seriously, it has. When I was 11 Angel dared me to steal our teacher, Mrs. Mullens' coffee... I know, it's weird but Mrs. Mullen's was crazy, and when I say crazy I mean LUNATIC crazy. She needed her daily dose of caffeine to keep her from killing all of us. And so, I did. I do NOT back down from a dare. NEVER. Anyway, I stole it and hid it in under a bunch of drawings we did for the homeless or something like that, I don't really remember but then when she couldn't find it she freaked out! Mrs. Mullens searched the WHOLE classroom, every desk, every chair, every thing. I kept my cool...WHO AM I KIDDING? I was a wreck! Angel was cracking up the whole time while I was practically biting my nails off from being so nervous. Eventually, she found it and analyzed the area for any evidence of who the perpetrator was. She found three blonde pieces of hair. All eyes were on me. I was the only blonde in class somehow, all the other blondes were in Mr. Ratbornes class across the hall. I quickly plastered on my "innocent as lambs face", as Angel likes to call it, and Mrs. Mullens was fooled. She smiled gently at me took a long gulp of her coffee.
"What's wrong?" I ask Angel, keeping my innocence look intact.
He gives me a look and I giggle. "Don't give me your innocent as lambs face, you know what's wrong."
Hehehe. "Hmm...I have no idea what you're talking about." I reply, leaning towards him.
"That outfit. You're wearing that to school? Every guy in school is going to be all over you." He looks angry.
I laugh outright, "I didn't wear this for every guy in school, I wore it for you." I lean in a bit more.
He leans in as well. "Well, when you put it that way..." And we kiss...
Ah, I love these morning make out sessions in his car. They are always refreshing. And extremely hot.
I bring up my hands to his neck and thread my fingers through his hair. This action drives him crazy. I massage him slowly and he groans in to my mouth.
We break apart ten minutes later and I glance at the clock. "Put the petal to the metal, we're late again."
He curses under his breath before zooming ahead.
I rush in to my first period class which is English, and sit in my seat next to Willow. She looks at me with raised eyebrows. "Late again? Oh, and your lip-gloss in smeared."
I reapply my lip-gloss and grin at Willow's knowing smile. "Yes, late again."
She chuckles and we turn and watch Xander run in to homeroom with lipstick on his lips. "Xander what were you doing before school, trying on your mothers lip stick?" I joke, and Willow and I share a small laugh.
"Ha ha. Very, very funny, Buffy. But you know what I was doing because I bet you were doing the same thing." Xander says.
Oh, crap I'm blushing. I'm such a freak.
"Hah! Look at that blush!" He exclaims happily. I glare at him, what a nerd.
These past few weeks Anya and Xander have been actually dating instead of just making out at the Bronze. Xander says he's falling for Anya, and I think it's the cutest thing. Except, Anya's a bit weird and blunt, but we all deal with it.
Every conversation quiets as some stuffy British guy in tweed walks through the door and stutters nervously about being a fill in for our regular teacher. We all groan in unison. This is going to be a long class.
Okay, so, that's my first chapter! How was it? Stupid? Cool? REVIEW PLEASE!!