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a fan-fiction by 0.0 sigmakutie

Chapter 1- Introductions

SUMMERY: Buffy Summers is new in the small town of Sunnydale. Her family moved here after her mother and father got a divorce. Buffy already has a boyfriend, but when a handsome new guy comes into the mix, things get complicated.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to point out that this is not like most fics you've read. I wrote this in first person in Buffy's POV because I wanted this fic to be different from all others. This is probably going to be the longest of all the chapters, mostly because I wanted to do all the introductions in this first chapter. This is my first fan-fiction, but I've done a lot of reading and I hope I can get it right. Leave reviews, to help me out!

As I walked, with the clip-clop of my flip-flops hitting the cool tile floor, and the swish on my mini-skirt with the swing of my hips, I fidgeted with my tight fitting tee nervously, listening to the whispers and snickers of the pubescent teens at Sunnydale High. I was new here, at the small town of Sunnydale. I moved with my family, my mom, Joyce, my kid sister, Dawn, and my twin brother, Xander.

Xander is only 5 minutes older than me but he acts like its 5 years. He acts like my body guard, and any time a guy that even looks shady just talks to me, he pulls him off me any threatens to pop his head off next time he comes near me, even though he couldn't if he tried.

My sister is 6 years younger than me, 12 years old and a pain in my ass. She is always around and won't leave me alone. I know its only because I'm the only person she can really go to after dad left, but she always comes to me. But still sometimes, when she's sleeping with her head in my lap after a long day of homework and TV, I can't help but smile and happily admit, "That's my sister".

My mom is the classic suburban wife. She and my dad got a divorce last year, it was hard on Dawn, but we all got through it. We moved because mo wanted to get away from my dad and LA. She found a job in an art gallery downtown, and she leaves town a lot in her line of work, so she usually gives my $100 in cash to get us through. Even though Xander is oldest, I'm still the most mature.

As for me, well… I'm just your normal teenage girl from LA. My boyfriend, Angel and I are going long distance. He and I met my sophomore year in high school. He was a freshman in collage, I'm a senior now and he's a junior in collage. Angel was my first boyfriend and first love.

So, as I walked down to my first period English class, I paid attention to nothing except the map I had to find my way around school, then, THWACK! Laughter filled the hallway as I collided with a guy; my shoulder bag fell to the ground, spilling out papers everywhere.

"Uh…. Oh, my god… I'm sooo sorry," I babbled as I bent down to pick up my papers, "I wasn't paying attention, and I was looking at the map, and…."

"'S okay, luv. I wasn' payin' much attention either," He bent down to help me out. He finally looked up at me, "hey! You-you're the new girl, arn' you? Buffy Summers?"

I looked up at him after picking up the last of my paper on the floor, "Uh… yeah. How'd you…?

"Oh, everyone's talkin' 'bout it." I looked at him with curiosity. People are talking about me? Why? He must have realized I was confused, "I just mean, not a lot goes on in a small town like Sunnydale. You and your family are pretty big news."

"Oh…," I stared into his blue eyes with wonder

He handed me the rest of my papers he was holding onto, "Uh… so where you headed, pet?

"Oh. Uh…," I glanced down at my schedule, reading off of it, "Mr. Dashell's English class."

"That's where I'm headed."

"But, weren't you going that way?" I pointed to the opposite end of the hall.

"Yeah, you passed it. It's just a couple doors down."

"Oh… well, that's kind of embarrassing, and I have a map, so…"

"Here, let me walk you," he held out his arm, "That way you won't get lost." I took his arm, feeling the muscles ripple, sending chills down my back. I had to remind myself that I already have a boyfriend. 'Angel, Angel, Angel,' I chanted his name in my head.

We strolled down the hallway, stealing glances at one another every so often. When we entered the class room he pulled his hand away to wave.

"Red! Hey, Red!" A small redhead turned around and waved back. He whispered to me, "Come on, there's someone I want you to meet," His hot breath tickling the hair around my ear. He pulled me toward two empty seats near the redhead. "Hey, Red!" He said charismatically, "This is Buffy," he gestured to me, "Buffy, Red. Red, Buffy."

"Hi," She said shyly, reaching her hand out for me to shake it. "My names not actually Red, Spike just likes to call me that. I'm Willow." I shook her hand and nodded, then turned to 'Spike.'

"Spike?" I asked, questioning his name.

"Oh! Right! I never properly introduced myself. I'm William, call me Spike."

"Hi, Spike," I said, exaggerating his name.

We sat down in our seats by Willow and began to talk. They asked me about my life back in LA, my parents, my family, and also Angel. Spike seemed to be uncomfortable talking about him. The teacher walked in and told us to get seated. Willow and I pulled out our notebooks and pencils. Spike leaned in from behind me and whispered in my ear, again, tickling me, "You have a pencil, luv?" His seductive accent rolling off his tongue.

"Yeah," I reached into my pouch and handed him a freshly sharpened #2 pencil.

"Thanks," He took it. A smile spread across his face and contagiously spread to mine. We turned around and I was still smiling, Willow noticed this and leaned across the aisle to whisper to me.

"You know, if you keep that smile on your face it'll freeze that way," She said sarcastically, "I think he likes you," She nodded in Spike's direction, "Maybe you should ask him out."

"Willow, I already have a boyfriend, Angel. We're madly in love and I am not smitten over Spike! Besides, I bet he already has a girlfriend," I smiled proudly, thinking I won.

"Nope," My smile dropped, "He used to, but she broke up with him. She's a real nasty bitch, too, broke the poor things heart. But I think he's ready now."

"Willow! I have a boyfriend! What don't you understand?"

"Okay, okay. But if he asks you out first, and you say no, think how he'll feel," I reddened, radiating heat. She's so cruel, but truthful.

The rest of the class I spent thinking about one thing. Spike. William His wonderful blue eyes. His slicked back platinum blonde hair. His amazing smile. His long bellowy coat draped over him, spilling onto the floor. His black shirt clinging to his hot skin underneath. His long fingers tipped with black nail polish, sliding across my paper, much like they would my skin. His black jeans, tight around his legs, his thighs, his— Whoa! Why am I thinking about Spike!? I have a boyfriend! Angel. I love Angel. I'm going down to LA this weekend to see him. Angel is my life, my world. I love Angel! Angel. Angel. Angel. Spike. No! I want Spike.

No! Spike.

"NO!" I screamed, jumping out of my seat and shattering the silence. Everyone stared at me, even Spike. Willow just had a goofy smile on her face, like she knew why I was yelling at the air. I looked at the teacher, who, of course, was also staring. "Uh… umm…. Can I go to the bathroom?" He nodded his head hurriedly, like he wanted me out of there, ASAP!

I ran out. When I got to the bathroom, I saw that Willow had followed me. I stopped at the threshold to wait for her. When she reached me, she pulled me into the grimy whole in the wall.

"You are smitten!" She chastised my dishonesty to both myself and her.

"I guess I am, huh?" She nodded in approval. "Help me?"

"Help you? Why? My work here is done," She folded her arms across her chest, "What I can do is guide him to you. All you have to do is sit pretty and be yourself."

"What makes you so sure he'll listen to you?"

"Buffy, I've known him forever. I'm his best friend. Trust me, he'll listen," She said proudly.