It was her first day at a new school, and a new town.
She and her aunt, Anya, moved to Sunnydale after she was kicked out for starting a fire in the gym of her old school. Anya had had to find a new job, and when she found it, they moved.
"Are you going to wear that to school?" Her aunt asked.
"Yes, why?" Buffy asked.
"Why don't you wear that pink dress with the flowers I bought you?" Anya asked, pouring coffee in her cup.
"Aunt Anya, you know I don't like pink. Besides, I like my clothes."
"Fine," her aunt huffed, "but you better have made some friends by the end of today, or I'm burning everything black you own and you're grounded until you get some. The only friends you had at your old school were Riley and his ROTC friends. They were no good, and I don't have to remind you what happened with him." She turned and left Buffy standing in the kitchen of their new home to go to work at the new art gallery that she owned.
"Have a nice day," Buffy said to the empty kitchen, before she turned to walk out the door.
In her first period, she met Cordelia and Faith Chase.
"Excuse me," Cordelia said. "This is my seat. Move now." Buffy got up and sat in another seat. Then, Cordelia tapped her on the shoulder again. "That's my sisters seat. You might want to go sit in the back; that's usually where all the losers sit anyway."
Buffy got up and went to the back. She noticed three other kids in the back- -two boys, one with black hair and the other with bleach blond, and the girl with red hair. They were all dressed in black and each one of them had on a trench coat. When the redhead turned and saw Buffy starring at them, Buffy looked down at her papers and waited for class to start.
When the bell rang, the teacher looked at Buffy. "Class, we have a new student. Will you please stand up and introduce yourself?" The teacher asked. Buffy stood and all eyes were on her.
"Hi, my name is Buffy," she said, her voice full of confidence she did not feel. She knew she was turning bright red, but the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could sit down. "Buffy Ann Summers," she said her full name and continued, "I moved here with my aunt from LA."
"Why did you move here Buffy?" The teacher asked.
"Oh.umm.I.uhh.I don't want to talk about it," Buffy said, as she sat down.
"Okay, then, very well, let's get started. Class, pull out your textbooks and turn to page 127, on the French revolutionary war. Mr. Giles, will you please hand Ms. Summers a text book.thank you." The blond haired boy handed her a book and gave her a timid smile before sitting back down.
After that, all her classes went by pretty fast. First, second, third, fourth, and now she was in lunch, poking at something the lunch lady called tuna surprise--she did not want to know what the surprise was. She noticed that in all her classes, one of the three people she saw this morning in her first period was there. Someone sitting down across from her cut off her thoughts.
"Oh, tuna surprise. You don't want to eat that. It'll make your tummy all upset," the red head said in a childish manner, and pushed Buffy's tray out from in front of her. "Here. It's PB and J."
"Thanks," Buffy said, as she took a bite.
"You're welcome. My name's Willow Rosenburg," the redhead said.
"Cool. I'm-"
"I know. Buffy Summers. You're in my first period. That thing with Miss Clark making you talk in front of the class? Don't worry about it. She does it to all the new kids," she said with a smile.
"Oh," Buffy said, with a small smile of her own.
"My boyfriend, Xander, and my friend, Spike, are going to sit with us. Is that cool with you?"
"Yeah. Um.if you want me to leave and find another table, I will," she said, putting her hand on her book bag.
"No, that's cool. You look like you need some friends and I know you don't want to go and hang out with the Chase sisters," she said, giving Buffy a smile, and pointing to the table in the far right corner with all the jocks and cheerleaders sitting around the Chase sisters.
"Hey, baby," Xander said, sitting next to Willow and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, where's Spike?" Willow asked.
"He's coming, just giving Snyder a hard time."
"Oh, Xand, this is Buffy," she said, taking her hand and motioning to Buffy.
"Hey, the name's Alexander Harris, but everyone just calls me Xander," he said, extending his hand.
"Hi, my name's Buffy," she said, shaking his hand.
A few seconds later, a coat being thrown on the table beside her, and the bleached blond sitting down startled Buffy.
"Fucking Snyder gave me a week of detention just because I called his precious niece's a ho," Spike grumbled, looking at Xander, who just chuckled.
"Spike, this is Buffy. She's new, so be nice," Willow said.
Spike turned and looked at the blond sitting next to him, and all his smart- ass comments were gone. She was a goddess in all black and blond hair. He was in love already.
"Hey, I'm Buffy. Sorry to hear bout your week's detention," she said, starting to loosen up a bit.
"S'okay. My name's Spike," he said, shaking her hand.
"Spike. Huh. Cool name.it's not your real name, is it?" She asked.
"No, actually, my real name's William," he whispered, "but I prefer Spike."
"Oh, ok. Spike, cool coat." and with that, the conversation was started.
After about five minutes, they were all sharing stories. Buffy told them how she got kicked out of school for starting a fire, but did not tell them how it got started. Then, Willow told her that Spike's father owned a magic shop. Buffy hoped that she could go and hang out with them. She really liked them.
"We're all going there after school. You should come and hang out with us," Willow said.
"I'd love to, but I don't know if my aunt will let me." Buffy said her aunt was kind of overprotective sometimes.
"I'll go with you to your house after school, if you want. I'll tell your aunt 'bout my father and the shop.if you want," Spike said, as the bell rang.
"That would be nice," Buffy said.
"Meet me out front at two o'clock, by the flagpole," Spike said as he dashed off to class with Xander.
"Come on, I'll show you where study hall is," Willow said, taking Buffy's hand and pulling her down the hall.
"You know, I think Spike likes you," Willow said to her, halfway down the hall.
"What? Why?" Buffy asked, blushing at the thought that he would like her.
"Well, first of all, you're drop dead gorgeous and he's never nice to people he just meets, unless he likes them. Oh, and he wouldn't have offered to go to your house after school. And he told you his real name. It took me and Xand months to get him to tell us," she finished, with a grin on her face.
When they were finally standing outside the door that said Study Hall, Willow said, "And besides, I know you like him."
"How do you know?" Buffy asked, as she and her new friend sat down in desks opposite each other.
"I know I don't know you that well, but I just have this feeling that you like him, don't you?" Willow asked. Buffy looked around the room. There was no teacher, but some kids were doing work, but others were just talking.
"Umm.where's the teacher?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.
"Who knows? Well, do you like him? I won't tell, pinky swear," she said, holding up her pinky.
"Ok, fine, I like him, but you can't tell him," Buffy said, taking Willow's pinky in her own.
"This is so cool! You two should go out. I haven't seen him with any one since his ex, Dru, left to go back to England. Did you have a boyfriend in LA, Buffy?"
"Yeah. His name is Riley. I broke up with him after his ex came to town and they slept together. Weeks before I burned down the gym, he told me I was a bitch, that no one else wanted me, and that I would die without him. He came after me once."
"Oh my God, that's so scary. What happened to him?" She asked, looking at Buffy
"He got put in prison. He gets out next year," Buffy said, looking back at Willow, who had a shocked expression on her face. "I'm not worried, if that's what you think. He doesn't know where I am, and I hope it stays that way."
When Buffy finished, Willow pulled out her binder, with pictures on the front.
"Who's that?" Buffy asked, pointing to a tall man with the face of an angel and dark eyes.
"Spike's brother," Willow answered, pulling it out, and handing it to Buffy.
"Spike has a brother? What's his name?" Buffy asked.
"Angelus, but he liked to be called Angel. He moved to Los Angeles with Spike's mother, after their parents got divorced." Willow looked over at Buffy, who was smiling.
"What?" Willow asked.
"Do you really think Spike likes me?" She asked, blushing.
"Yeah, but I'll ask Xander later, coz' if I know him as well as I think I do, he and Spike are talking about you right now," Willow said as the dismissal bell rang. Buffy and Willow packed up their stuff and walked outside.
"I have to go meet Xander by the gym. I'll see you later," Willow said, walking away.
"Later, hopefully, if Spike can convince my aunt to let me come by and hang out," Buffy said. Suddenly, Willow turned.
"Here," she said. "It's my phone number In case you can't come by today, I want you to call me tonight, any time. I'm always home, kay? See ya," Willow said, rushing toward the gym.
Buffy sat down by the flagpole and waited for Spike.
"Hello, pet," Spike said, walking over to Buffy.
"Hey, Spike. What's with that name?"
"What, 'pet?' Don't know. Everyone else has a nickname. Thought you needed one, too." At her look, he continued, "You know, Xander has 'Xand man,' Willow has 'Red,' the Chase sisters have 'slut' and 'hoe bag'." When she laughed, he said, "So, where you live at?"
"1116 Revello Drive. We were going to move into a house on Frankford Street, but we changed our minds."
"That's cool," Spike said, as they started walking. "I live at 1121 Frankford Street. It's only one block away from your house," he said, smiling as they walked toward her home.
"Aunt Anya!" Buffy called as she entered her new house. She knew her aunt was home; her car was in the driveway.
"In here, Buffy!" Her aunt called from the kitchen. Buffy walked to the kitchen with Spike right behind her. When she entered the kitchen, she saw her aunt standing with boxes all around her, unpacking dishes.
"Hi, Aunt Anya. This is my friend Sp-"
"William," Spike said, as he walked over to her and extended his hand.
"Hello, William. My name is Anya. Feel free to call me it, but no 'Missus.' It makes me feel old," she said, shaking his hand, and then going back to unpacking.
"Umm, Aunt Anya, Spike and his other friends go to his father's shop after school to hang out and stuff, and they wanted to know if I could come and hang out with them. Can I go?"
"Yeah, I guess," her aunt said.
"We might go to this club later, like, at 8:00. It's called the Bronze. Can Buffy come with us, Anya?" He asked.
"Okay, she can go," she said, looking at Spike, then looking at Buffy. "But, you have to be home before 11:30, got it? Oh, and I'll need the number of where you'll be, in case I need Buffy to come back home."
"Okay, here is my cell phone number. I always keep it on, so you should have no trouble getting hold of me," he said, as he handed her a piece of paper.
"All right, see you later, Aunt Anya," Buffy said, making her way to the door.
"Bye, Anya," Spike said.
"Buffy!" Anya called. "Go get a warmer jacket!"
"All right. Come on Spike, I'll show you my room while we're up there."
When they were in Buffy's room, she opened up her closet and pulled out a trench coat that looked somewhat like Spike's and pulled it on.
"Nice," Spike said, touching the sleeve and giving her a sexy grin.
"Thanks," she said, blushing. Then, they left her house to go to the Magic Box.
She and her aunt, Anya, moved to Sunnydale after she was kicked out for starting a fire in the gym of her old school. Anya had had to find a new job, and when she found it, they moved.
"Are you going to wear that to school?" Her aunt asked.
"Yes, why?" Buffy asked.
"Why don't you wear that pink dress with the flowers I bought you?" Anya asked, pouring coffee in her cup.
"Aunt Anya, you know I don't like pink. Besides, I like my clothes."
"Fine," her aunt huffed, "but you better have made some friends by the end of today, or I'm burning everything black you own and you're grounded until you get some. The only friends you had at your old school were Riley and his ROTC friends. They were no good, and I don't have to remind you what happened with him." She turned and left Buffy standing in the kitchen of their new home to go to work at the new art gallery that she owned.
"Have a nice day," Buffy said to the empty kitchen, before she turned to walk out the door.
In her first period, she met Cordelia and Faith Chase.
"Excuse me," Cordelia said. "This is my seat. Move now." Buffy got up and sat in another seat. Then, Cordelia tapped her on the shoulder again. "That's my sisters seat. You might want to go sit in the back; that's usually where all the losers sit anyway."
Buffy got up and went to the back. She noticed three other kids in the back- -two boys, one with black hair and the other with bleach blond, and the girl with red hair. They were all dressed in black and each one of them had on a trench coat. When the redhead turned and saw Buffy starring at them, Buffy looked down at her papers and waited for class to start.
When the bell rang, the teacher looked at Buffy. "Class, we have a new student. Will you please stand up and introduce yourself?" The teacher asked. Buffy stood and all eyes were on her.
"Hi, my name is Buffy," she said, her voice full of confidence she did not feel. She knew she was turning bright red, but the sooner she got this over with, the sooner she could sit down. "Buffy Ann Summers," she said her full name and continued, "I moved here with my aunt from LA."
"Why did you move here Buffy?" The teacher asked.
"Oh.umm.I.uhh.I don't want to talk about it," Buffy said, as she sat down.
"Okay, then, very well, let's get started. Class, pull out your textbooks and turn to page 127, on the French revolutionary war. Mr. Giles, will you please hand Ms. Summers a text book.thank you." The blond haired boy handed her a book and gave her a timid smile before sitting back down.
After that, all her classes went by pretty fast. First, second, third, fourth, and now she was in lunch, poking at something the lunch lady called tuna surprise--she did not want to know what the surprise was. She noticed that in all her classes, one of the three people she saw this morning in her first period was there. Someone sitting down across from her cut off her thoughts.
"Oh, tuna surprise. You don't want to eat that. It'll make your tummy all upset," the red head said in a childish manner, and pushed Buffy's tray out from in front of her. "Here. It's PB and J."
"Thanks," Buffy said, as she took a bite.
"You're welcome. My name's Willow Rosenburg," the redhead said.
"Cool. I'm-"
"I know. Buffy Summers. You're in my first period. That thing with Miss Clark making you talk in front of the class? Don't worry about it. She does it to all the new kids," she said with a smile.
"Oh," Buffy said, with a small smile of her own.
"My boyfriend, Xander, and my friend, Spike, are going to sit with us. Is that cool with you?"
"Yeah. Um.if you want me to leave and find another table, I will," she said, putting her hand on her book bag.
"No, that's cool. You look like you need some friends and I know you don't want to go and hang out with the Chase sisters," she said, giving Buffy a smile, and pointing to the table in the far right corner with all the jocks and cheerleaders sitting around the Chase sisters.
"Hey, baby," Xander said, sitting next to Willow and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Hey, where's Spike?" Willow asked.
"He's coming, just giving Snyder a hard time."
"Oh, Xand, this is Buffy," she said, taking her hand and motioning to Buffy.
"Hey, the name's Alexander Harris, but everyone just calls me Xander," he said, extending his hand.
"Hi, my name's Buffy," she said, shaking his hand.
A few seconds later, a coat being thrown on the table beside her, and the bleached blond sitting down startled Buffy.
"Fucking Snyder gave me a week of detention just because I called his precious niece's a ho," Spike grumbled, looking at Xander, who just chuckled.
"Spike, this is Buffy. She's new, so be nice," Willow said.
Spike turned and looked at the blond sitting next to him, and all his smart- ass comments were gone. She was a goddess in all black and blond hair. He was in love already.
"Hey, I'm Buffy. Sorry to hear bout your week's detention," she said, starting to loosen up a bit.
"S'okay. My name's Spike," he said, shaking her hand.
"Spike. Huh. Cool name.it's not your real name, is it?" She asked.
"No, actually, my real name's William," he whispered, "but I prefer Spike."
"Oh, ok. Spike, cool coat." and with that, the conversation was started.
After about five minutes, they were all sharing stories. Buffy told them how she got kicked out of school for starting a fire, but did not tell them how it got started. Then, Willow told her that Spike's father owned a magic shop. Buffy hoped that she could go and hang out with them. She really liked them.
"We're all going there after school. You should come and hang out with us," Willow said.
"I'd love to, but I don't know if my aunt will let me." Buffy said her aunt was kind of overprotective sometimes.
"I'll go with you to your house after school, if you want. I'll tell your aunt 'bout my father and the shop.if you want," Spike said, as the bell rang.
"That would be nice," Buffy said.
"Meet me out front at two o'clock, by the flagpole," Spike said as he dashed off to class with Xander.
"Come on, I'll show you where study hall is," Willow said, taking Buffy's hand and pulling her down the hall.
"You know, I think Spike likes you," Willow said to her, halfway down the hall.
"What? Why?" Buffy asked, blushing at the thought that he would like her.
"Well, first of all, you're drop dead gorgeous and he's never nice to people he just meets, unless he likes them. Oh, and he wouldn't have offered to go to your house after school. And he told you his real name. It took me and Xand months to get him to tell us," she finished, with a grin on her face.
When they were finally standing outside the door that said Study Hall, Willow said, "And besides, I know you like him."
"How do you know?" Buffy asked, as she and her new friend sat down in desks opposite each other.
"I know I don't know you that well, but I just have this feeling that you like him, don't you?" Willow asked. Buffy looked around the room. There was no teacher, but some kids were doing work, but others were just talking.
"Umm.where's the teacher?" Buffy asked, changing the subject.
"Who knows? Well, do you like him? I won't tell, pinky swear," she said, holding up her pinky.
"Ok, fine, I like him, but you can't tell him," Buffy said, taking Willow's pinky in her own.
"This is so cool! You two should go out. I haven't seen him with any one since his ex, Dru, left to go back to England. Did you have a boyfriend in LA, Buffy?"
"Yeah. His name is Riley. I broke up with him after his ex came to town and they slept together. Weeks before I burned down the gym, he told me I was a bitch, that no one else wanted me, and that I would die without him. He came after me once."
"Oh my God, that's so scary. What happened to him?" She asked, looking at Buffy
"He got put in prison. He gets out next year," Buffy said, looking back at Willow, who had a shocked expression on her face. "I'm not worried, if that's what you think. He doesn't know where I am, and I hope it stays that way."
When Buffy finished, Willow pulled out her binder, with pictures on the front.
"Who's that?" Buffy asked, pointing to a tall man with the face of an angel and dark eyes.
"Spike's brother," Willow answered, pulling it out, and handing it to Buffy.
"Spike has a brother? What's his name?" Buffy asked.
"Angelus, but he liked to be called Angel. He moved to Los Angeles with Spike's mother, after their parents got divorced." Willow looked over at Buffy, who was smiling.
"What?" Willow asked.
"Do you really think Spike likes me?" She asked, blushing.
"Yeah, but I'll ask Xander later, coz' if I know him as well as I think I do, he and Spike are talking about you right now," Willow said as the dismissal bell rang. Buffy and Willow packed up their stuff and walked outside.
"I have to go meet Xander by the gym. I'll see you later," Willow said, walking away.
"Later, hopefully, if Spike can convince my aunt to let me come by and hang out," Buffy said. Suddenly, Willow turned.
"Here," she said. "It's my phone number In case you can't come by today, I want you to call me tonight, any time. I'm always home, kay? See ya," Willow said, rushing toward the gym.
Buffy sat down by the flagpole and waited for Spike.
"Hello, pet," Spike said, walking over to Buffy.
"Hey, Spike. What's with that name?"
"What, 'pet?' Don't know. Everyone else has a nickname. Thought you needed one, too." At her look, he continued, "You know, Xander has 'Xand man,' Willow has 'Red,' the Chase sisters have 'slut' and 'hoe bag'." When she laughed, he said, "So, where you live at?"
"1116 Revello Drive. We were going to move into a house on Frankford Street, but we changed our minds."
"That's cool," Spike said, as they started walking. "I live at 1121 Frankford Street. It's only one block away from your house," he said, smiling as they walked toward her home.
"Aunt Anya!" Buffy called as she entered her new house. She knew her aunt was home; her car was in the driveway.
"In here, Buffy!" Her aunt called from the kitchen. Buffy walked to the kitchen with Spike right behind her. When she entered the kitchen, she saw her aunt standing with boxes all around her, unpacking dishes.
"Hi, Aunt Anya. This is my friend Sp-"
"William," Spike said, as he walked over to her and extended his hand.
"Hello, William. My name is Anya. Feel free to call me it, but no 'Missus.' It makes me feel old," she said, shaking his hand, and then going back to unpacking.
"Umm, Aunt Anya, Spike and his other friends go to his father's shop after school to hang out and stuff, and they wanted to know if I could come and hang out with them. Can I go?"
"Yeah, I guess," her aunt said.
"We might go to this club later, like, at 8:00. It's called the Bronze. Can Buffy come with us, Anya?" He asked.
"Okay, she can go," she said, looking at Spike, then looking at Buffy. "But, you have to be home before 11:30, got it? Oh, and I'll need the number of where you'll be, in case I need Buffy to come back home."
"Okay, here is my cell phone number. I always keep it on, so you should have no trouble getting hold of me," he said, as he handed her a piece of paper.
"All right, see you later, Aunt Anya," Buffy said, making her way to the door.
"Bye, Anya," Spike said.
"Buffy!" Anya called. "Go get a warmer jacket!"
"All right. Come on Spike, I'll show you my room while we're up there."
When they were in Buffy's room, she opened up her closet and pulled out a trench coat that looked somewhat like Spike's and pulled it on.
"Nice," Spike said, touching the sleeve and giving her a sexy grin.
"Thanks," she said, blushing. Then, they left her house to go to the Magic Box.