N/A: This is a fan fiction all about Marty and Buffy. (I felt like there was an underwhelming amount of fanfics around my fav couple in Andi Mack). Also all of the characters are aged up to 17 so don't be freaked out when I start talking about sex. This will probably be rated M in later chapters. PS. I love Buffy and Marty's witty banter so I decided to run with it. Enjoy :).

Buffy Driscoll has more than enough on her plate as it is thank you very much.

Having just turned 17, she was mainly focused on two things: getting into college, and school which, funnily enough was correspondent to getting into college. But despite having her high school priorities set straight, that by no means meant that she couldn't have a little fun once in a while.

Which is exactly why she decided to drag Andi and Cyrus to a party.

Their first high school party to be exact.

Not only had Andi adamantly refused to throw any other parties after the mishap that occurred when Bex threw her a party in the 7th grade, but she had denied going to any parties after that incident as well.

But Buffy was determined to go to at least one cool high school party. And when Buffy was determined, there was no stopping her.

With much prodding, Buffy finally successfully convinced Andi and Cyrus to accompany her to the party Saturday night.

And who's party was this might you ask? Well, it was the doings of none other than Mr. Marty from the Party.

Buffy had certainly kept tabs on Marty throughout the years (more than she would like to admit) and knew that he threw parties every Saturday because his parents were never home, and the kid's house was huge.

And she also knew about the parties because he's invited her to them almost every weekend for the past 4 years.

And she's declined. Every. Time.

It's not that she doesn't want to go per say, but Buffy's too proud to admit to wanting to go, plus she loves the face Marty makes every time she rejects him.

That stupid smug, dimpled smirk of his gets wiped right off, and Buffy could not be any happier to have been responsible for it. Not that it ever really fazes him, he just comes back asking her to come the next weekend.

Cryus and Andi still insist that they're flirting and that you could "cut the sexual tension with a knife", but Buffy only sees their charged interactions as harmless, friendly (maybe slightly flirty) competition.

And besides, though Buffy would never be caught dead voicing this aloud, Marty is kinda hot. You couldn't really blame her for shamelessly flirting. After going through a growth spurt in the 10th grade, he's become quite the hot commodity- and he knows it too.

Unfortunately for Buffy, his knowledge of his new found hotness has made him even more cockier than he was in middle school. And really unfortunately for Buffy, it makes her that much more attracted to him.

Not that she would ever admit that.

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Cyrus, being the oldest of the three, decided to be the "designated driver" as he picks up Andi and Buffy from Andi's house.

Bex gives the whole "make good choices" speech, but Buffy can tell that she's being entirely ironic because there is no way in hell that Andi or Cyrus would do anything worth being concerned about.

Cyrus chatters non-stop the whole ride there, combining a large list of unlikely theoreticals.

"What if I place my cup down and then go to the bathroom, come back and pick up the wrong cup? What if I'm roofied? What if-"

"Cyrus, will you stop already? None of that is going to happen. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I'll make sure of it." Buffy explained, slightly annoyed but reassuringly.

That seemed to quiet him down for a bit until he started again with more hypotheticals just a few minutes later.

The trio finally arrived at Marty's mansion (Jesus, his house was big) and made their way to his front door. Buffy and Cyrus bickered while Andi gave out short spurts of laughter at Cyrus's far fetched apprehensions on the walk up Marty's driveway.

Cyrus more or less punched the door bell instinctively and held his breath as Marty opened the door.

Buffy strongly resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she took in his outfit. He doned a black bucket hat and expensive looking adidas sweat pants and nike sneakers. He held a red solo cup in one hand.

Buffy pretended to look at her nails uninterestedly as Marty gave his quick hellos to everyone. She didn't look up even when she felt his gaze burn into her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Andi and Cyrus begin to move through the front door. She looked up and immediately locked eyes with Marty.

She tried not be mesmerized as she noticed the way his tongue flicked out to languidly lick his lips while his eyes subtly traveled the length of her body.

What a pig.

He turned his body as he held the door handle to provide space for Cyrus and Andi to pass by him.

She suppressed a smirk as she passed a little too close to Marty and is able to hear the faint sound of his breath catching as she brushes by him.

He can't just look at her like that and not expect some sort of pay back. Because everything is a competition for Buffy.

And Buffy plays to win.

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Buffy tries not to adjust her skirt too much as she stands in a circle in the corner of the room with Andi and Cyrus. She holds a red solo cup in her surprisingly clammy hands, but she has yet to take a sip from it.

Buffy decided to take a chance and ditch her usual preppy and stylish get-up that she was so used to wearing at school.

Tonight, she was all long legs, short skirts, and tank tops. She felt confident because well, she was Buffy. But part of her also felt nervous because she was so exposed. Especially since she could tell Marty was enjoying her discomfort (and choice of outfit).

Marty sat on the couch across from them in his dumb bucket hat with his arm around some blonde chick from Buffy's Biology Class. Allison, was it? Not that Buffy really cared enough to learn her name.

Marty's friends sat around him and he apperead to be telling a joke (she could tell by the way his dimple formed on his cheek and the from the sudden eruption of laughter coming from his friends).

Rolling her eyes, Buffy went back to pretending to be listening as Cyrus listed possible reasons as to why Jonah Beck wasn't at the party.

Deciding she had had quite enough of Cryus, Buffy peeled away from the group to refill the cup that she had yet to drink out of.

Before Buffy could even finish pouring more "punch" into her cup, she heard a familiar, annoying voice.

"I'm sorry, but uh, don't you think that skirt is a little too short?"

Buffy could practically hear that shit-eating smirk curling around Marty's lips as he lazily made his way towards her.

Buffy turned to look at Marty with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. Marty stopped right in front of Buffy with his hand holding his cell phone pressed haphazardly up against the corner of his mouth. Almost as if he was trying to keep himself from saying something utterly obnoxious.

"And why do you care how short my skirt is?" Buffy cocked her head to the side in feigned innocence as she watched as Marty's stare darkened.

Buffy's eyes widened imperceptibly as Marty's gaze fell to her legs. She had to fight off her surprise at the sudden surge of warmth she felt in her stomach as she watched his stare flicker to her exposed legs.

Marty's voice came out huskier and deeper as his eyes flitted back up to Buffy's, as if he had just realized his blatant staring.

"I just don't want other guys to get the wrong idea, ya know?"

"And what might that idea be?"

Buffy smirked as Marty seemed at a loss for words. Finally, Buffy had a leg up on him, and now was time to go in for the kill.

Buffy took Marty's silence as her chance. She took one giant step towards him, so that their bodies were only a hair apart.

Buffy stood on her tippy-toes so she could whisper in his ear.

She heard his breath hitch, and noticed the way a flush crept up his neck.

"Maybe it's you who has the wrong idea."

Buffy allowed herself a small smile and made her away around Marty.

Almost rolling her eyes yet again at how easy it was to get to Marty.

But as things turn out, (which is typically unfortunately for Buffy) she didn't get very far.

Before she could even do a small victory dance in her head, she felt a strong grip on her arm yank her back to her previous position facing Marty.

Slightly annoyed at being man-handeled, and that she couldn't celebrate her victory, she let out a small shriek, "Ow Marty, what the fuck?"

"I'm the one who has the wrong idea? Really Buffy? Because it seems to me like you're the one who's been trying to make things difficult." Marty hissed at her in a low voice.

Buffy's mouth hung open slightly at Marty's sudden change in demeanor. The atmosphere switched as quickly as the flick of a light switch. What had once been a light and flirtatious air had changed to one that was charged and dangerous.

Part of Buffy was a bit scared at this new serious side of Marty, but the other and more aparent side of Buffy would not let anyone talk to her like that. Especially not "Marty from the Party" of all people.

"I can't help that you're obsessed with me, Marty. You're just going to have to get over it." Buffy used her favorite patronizing voice and smiled the fakest smile she could muster as she stepped closer to Marty.

Buffy felt Marty's grip on her arm tighten imperceptibly.

Buffy quickly schooled her features as Marty leaned down to her eye level. Their chests were now pressed together. To any passerby, this would look like an extremely intamate conversation was being held, when in reality, it was a more of a sexually charged altercation.

Marty looked like he was going to say something else to Buffy out of fustration, but held back at the last second, to the surprise of Buffy.

What he said instead surprised her even more.

Buffy watched Marty's mouth closely as a small smirk ghosted his lips before taking a deep breath.

"Listen Buffy, I can play this little game all you want, but we're not middle schoolers anymore and we both know what you really want. You've upped the stakes. And lets face it, by the end of the year, you'll be begging for me to fuck you."

Buffy didn't even have the decency to hide her surprise. She simply stood there in shock as Marty brushed his hand slightly against the hem of her skirt and casually walked past her, back to his group of friends.

After finally coming to terms with what had happened,

Buffy decided something for herslef: if Marty wanted to play dirty, she would play dirty.