Title: Stop, Don't Go.

Author: Snoe

Rating: PG-13

Feedback: Yes please…I'd like to know if anyone is reading this

Disclaimers: UPN owns the Buffy characters; the Disney Channel owns the Even Stevens characters. Anyone else not in those shows is mine.

Pairing: F/B, B/other, F/other

Summary: Buffy and Faith are living life as normal teenagers, completely and totally in love. But when love's part of the game, someone's bound to mess up. And all that is certain is heartache…and maybe a happy ending.

Buffy pulled her hair back into a ponytail while watching her girlfriend grab some books from her locker. All around them kids were busily talking, running around and being late for class. She sighed and picked up her backpack from the floor, turning to look at Faith as they started walking to their homerooms.

"God, I can't believe it's been a month already," the blonde exclaimed and watched as her girlfriend shook her head in reply.

A month meaning the time they'd spent in this new town since moving from that hell-place Sunnydale. But although the place had pretty much been horrible to live in, it had sucked to leave all their High School friends behind, especially to move to Sacramento's suburbs, a place so small and vanilla it had taken a while for Buffy to stop complaining about it. Although Faith had kept reminding her that at least they were still in California.  But the blonde had especially complained about having to switch schools in her Senior year, something colleges frowned upon…according to Buffy. But nothing could've persuaded Ms. Summers to stay in Sunnydale, after all the great job offer from this town was definitely worth putting the two girls through some torture.

"You seem to like it all the same. You're back with the popular group…," Faith responded, trying not to let the jealousy seep through. She figured that maybe Buffy would stick with her, but during school hours they barely crossed each other's way. Buffy had her clique of stuck-up bitches and macho jocks, and Faith had her own group of friends that had been deemed losers or freaks.

The blonde decided to ignore the comment and scoffed as they passed a green and gold school banner, "I still can't believe our mascot is the Wombat…who came up with that?"

Shrugging, Faith opened the door to her homeroom and turned to say bye to her girlfriend. Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, after all she wasn't really sure whether Buffy was comfortable with their relationship around her sheep, the brunette walked inside the classroom and up to her usual seat. Dropping into the uncomfortable chair she sighed and leaned back, her eyes grazing the rows of people around her.

She looked to her right and observed the dark-haired girl sitting there for a few seconds, Ren something. Faith had seen her around a couple of times, they shared a few classes and for just a second she wondered why the girl had never once spoken to her. She was pretty, but her clothes were definitely too conservative and GAP; more someone B would hang with. The girl turned, smiling at her uncomfortably and then looked away again. Yep, Faith thought, definitely a popular.

Groaning as the teacher started roll-call she wiped all thoughts of popular snobs out of her mind.

…….

She looked at the teacher, willing the woman to not call her name for about the tenth time now. Buffy sighed in relief as someone else was paired with the loser for the project the teacher had just announced was due by next week. Although she usually did well in projects, the blonde hated being randomly paired with someone way below her social status. Hoping that the teacher would have some pity on her and put her together with her best friend Kyrie, she turned and looked at all the annoyed people that had already been paired with the partner from hell.

"Donnie Stevens…and…," the teacher scanned down the list of names in front of her and ignored all the pleading stares from girls around the room, until she finally settled on a name, "Buffy Summers."

Buffy's head snapped up and scanned the room, trying to find this infamous Donnie. She'd heard his name before, seen him hang around with some of the jocks from her clique. He was pretty well known in the school and judging by the looks she was receiving from a couple of girls in her class also well liked. The blonde turned half-way in her seat to find him and he looked into her eyes, smiling. She couldn't help but smile back and totally blocked out the teacher who was pairing up the rest of the students. He had black hair and dark eyes, was tall and muscular, definitely a nice body.

The bell rang and students left the classroom groaning in anticipation of the next educational torture session that would await them. Buffy got up and waited for Donnie to reach her before she smiled at him again. He opened the door for her and they both stepped into the busy hallway, walking next to each other to their lockers.

"So, when do you want to do that project?" he asked and the blonde thought for a second before shrugging.

"You know, why not just get it over with? How about tonight, I've got cheerleading practice until 6, but after that would be fine."

The boy stopped, pointing to his locker and lowered his backpack to the ground, "Yeah, tonight sounds good. How about my house after 6? I can start research until you get there. Do you know where I live?"

Buffy grasped her books tighter, cocking her head slightly and smiled, "You live like three houses down from us right," Donnie responded with a mumbled 'yep' and the blonde nodded, "alright then. Your house at 6 it is."

With that they both left to attend their respective classes.

…………..

She waited anxiously in front of the door for someone to open it, hoping she had the right house. After a few seconds the door opened and she stared at a goofy-looking boy with light brown hair, wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt and orange shorts that definitely didn't match. Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, and tried to see past the door if Donnie was anywhere around. She really didn't want to be seen with this obvious member of the loser club and fashion victim.

"Uh hi…I'm here to see Donnie, he around?" she eventually asked and expected the kid to wince or shy away at her cold tone; like any good scum would.

"Donnie? I don't know a Donnie or….ooohh you mean my brother, Donnie! Yeah, I'm sorry but he's uh…off getting a brain transplant," the boy responded, scratching his head as if he were really trying to think about it.

Buffy rolled her eyes and was just about to snap at the kid, when she heard a familiar voice from the background, "Louis! Get away from the door."

Donnie came jogging up to the door and the kid, whose name was apparently Louis, left, but not without making a face at her. The dark-haired boy smiled at her and opened the door wide enough to let her enter. Buffy grasped her bag tighter and stepped into the big house, looking around at the furniture and little trinkets standing on tables and cupboards.

"Wow, nice house," she exclaimed as he led her through the living room and up the stairs.

"Thanks. My mom says that a house represents a person and she figured that if she's got a nice, clean and family-type of home she'll be not only seen as State Senator, but also as a woman and mother-figure. Something about helping with re-elections," Donnie explained and the blonde looked at him surprised, following the boy into his room.

"Your mom's State Senator? No wonder the name Stevens sounded familiar."

Buffy looked around his room that was filled with all kinds of trophies, ranging from football to track and she whistled in appreciation, "You're one heck of an athlete, huh?"

She walked over to his desk, looking at the books he'd already gathered on their topic and dropped her bag on the floor. Donnie offered her a chair and Buffy sat with a soft smile, her eyes grazing over all the stuff he'd arranged on the shelves of his desk. She spotted a picture frame and picked it up, looking at the family picture closely.

"Just some family picture from a fishing trip we took a while ago. That's my sister, Ren and my brother Louis," Donnie explained and sat on the chair next to her.

"I didn't know she was your sister. She's a sophomore or something right?" Buffy asked, setting down the picture in its original place.

"Yeah, and well you already met Louis. And yes, he's always been that weird," the dark-haired boy smiled and pulled his chair close enough for his arm to touch hers.

Buffy chuckled, thinking back to the weird little kid that had opened the door and turned her head to the dark-haired boy's. After practice she'd taken a quick shower and changed, but now, for someone reason she was feeling extremely hot. Slipping out of her jacket she dumped it onto her book-bag and picked up one of the books on the table. Maybe they could actually get started on the project, but for some reason she wasn't feeling up to it.

"You just moved here, right?" Donnie continued the conversation and the blonde looked at him with a smile, nodding.

"Yeah, like a month ago. My mom got a job offer here so she moved us from an awful little town called Sunnydale to Sacramento," Buffy explained and the boy nodded, seemingly deep in thought about something. She wasn't sure whether she was just trying to get out of doing the project or practicing her small talk, but Donnie was a nice boy and she did actually want to talk to him.

"Don't you have a sister? I've seen you with a dark-haired girl sometimes."

Her eyes widened and Buffy looked away, thinking that maybe she should come up with something to tell him. It wasn't that she didn't love Faith or that she was ashamed of the girl, but people in her group usually tended to be a little less accepting of same-sex relationships; Buffy just didn't want to risk losing the friends she'd just worked so hard to win.

"Well, she's not really my sister. Faith and I went to High School together back in Sunnydale and got to know each other. We got pretty uh…close and when my mom found out that she didn't actually have a family she asked her to live with us. My mom became her legal guardian, so of course Faith was going to move with us," Buffy responded, hoping that this was as close to the truth she'd have to get to right now.

Donnie nodded, not questioning more about Buffy's life and they continued to work on the project. And they worked together well, finally finding some information and deciding to only glue some stuff to a poster-board and give a bad speech about what they'd learned. Buffy was gluing down a picture of some Civil War soldier, the glue leaking around the edges and sticking her fingers to the paper as well. She made a face and a frustrated sigh, having a real hard time getting the paper to stop sticking to her fingers. When she'd been struggling for almost a minute Donnie came up behind her, reaching with both his arms around her shoulders and holding the poster-board down for her fingers to finally escape. As Buffy turned her head, his face was right next to hers and she could even feel his breath caressing her skin.

"Thanks," she whispered, feeling something weird happen inside of her body and he responded by bringing a hand up to her neck, brushing the tiny hairs on the back of her neck.

Buffy shuddered under his touch, the action causing her body to get even closer to his and the girl looked up into his eyes. All she could see there was pure desire, but she'd never figured it was mirrored in her own eyes. Only seconds later were his lips pressed against hers, his strong hands circling around her back to lift her off the chair. Their tongues brushed against the other, gaining access to the other's mouth. And only once during the time they were practically ripping off each other's clothes did the blonde's mind try to scream that Faith was at home waiting for her. And only once did she have to beat it down, before losing herself in him completely.

………..

Louis walked past his brother's room grumbling. That stupid snobby chick from earlier had actually thought she was better than him. Not that he really cared, but he just didn't like those people. At least his friends were like him, well sort of at least anyway.

He'd almost passed the door to Donnie's room when a strange sound made him stop. There had never been a time when Louis couldn't say he hadn't been curious, so he took a step towards the door and pressed his ear against the cold wood. And the sounds he heard left no room for doubt that something was going on. Squeezing the neck of his rubber chicken tightly the boy grinned and walked back to his own room with a chuckle. Nothing more perfect for getting back at a snobby bitch but to tell her significant other that she'd cheated with no other than his brother Donnie.

TBC