Chapter 1

Second grade. Yup, that's when I fell in love with her. Her cute little light blue dress, with her blonde hair tied up in a cute little braid caught my eye right away. It was the first day of school, I was just sitting and doodling on a paper while Kennedy, my best bud, was talking to me about her crazy summer in Europe.

"We went everywhere Faith; Greece, Spain, Portugal, Italy. You should've come,"

"Yeah, with what money?" I thought to myself. I've never even been outside of Sunnydale, so you can understand why I wasn't that interested in the first place.

Anyways, she walks in with Mrs... Mrs... Damn why can't I remember her name? So she walks in, looking all cute and shy. Mrs... My second grade teacher introduces her as Elizabeth Anne Summers. Her name kinda sounds like royalty doesn't it? She's brought to the unoccupied seat in front of me. We were placed in groups of four, you know how it is. She was still all shy so I thought, Hey! Why not be nice to her and introduce myself.

Apparently I thought of it just a millisecond too late because there was Cordelia in all her seven year old glory, shaking hands with the girl of my dreams. That's when I knew I was doomed. She introduced herself and offered Elizabeth a cookie. Only later did I realize she preferred being called Buffy. It was a homemade cookie, which I'm guessing her cook probably made, how could I beat that. I felt my heart shatter when Buffy accepted it with a smile.

Cordelia and I were never on good terms. Ever. Since the day she saw me on the playground in preschool, it's like she made it her mission in life to make my life miserable. It must have been the fact that I wasn't wearing special shoes or a pretty dress. So far, she's pretty much succeeded in making my life miserable. But that day... That day she took what I wanted most in life, more than the new official FIFA soccer ball that had just came out at evangelista sports. She took Buffy. I know, I know... I was like seven, but you just had to see her. Plus, I've always been kind of possessive, well maybe more than a little.

It's not like Buffy's mean to me like Cordy is. She just doesn't acknowledge me. Like, at all. I doubt she even knows my name, sometimes she's kind of dim. Nonetheless, she's perfect. I'm in the school parking lot with Ken, waiting around for the first bell. We'd already been there for an hour for soccer practice, so anyways, we were kicking my ball around on the grass near the lot and Ken kicked it straight into the backseat of Buffy's convertible. I still kinda think she did that on purpose, Kennedy just loves teasing me about Buffy.

Of course, I freaked out. It's been eight years and I've never interacted with her. Not that she was in the car, but still. What if she came?

Right when I get to the car, I see Buffy and Cordy walking towards me. "Get away freak, what are you trying to do? Key Buffy's car," Cordelia remarked snidely.

"I.. I.." I never stutter. Never. I'm confident and cool and a fucking bitch, especially with Cordelia. But just having Buffy five feet away from me is turning me into a pile of moosh.

"Hey, Hey, Hey! The queen bitches are here," sometimes I just love Kennedy. No, not like that.

"If it isn't the soccer dyke's girlfriend," Cordelia remarked, everybody knows Kennedy's been dating Willow since they were freshmen, but Cordy's just a bitch.

"We're not... we're..." I think my brain is going dead. I've just been staring at Buffy for the last two minutes. She hasn't even said anything, she's been texting through this whole encounter. Probably to her boyfriend Angel. Freaking tall, dark and handsome douchebag.

"Our soccer ball was kicked into the backseat, can we get it back please?" Kennedy directed her question at Buffy, who looked up at the question.

"Oh sure, no problem. Was it in the front seat or backseat?" she smiled at me. She's actually smiling at me. I think I'm gona pass out. Good thing Ken's next to me.

"I think it's in the back," she points to it. Buffy leans over the side of the car to get the ball that's on the floor. Did I mention Cordy and her 'group' dress as if they were clubbing everyday. By clubbing I mean short as fuck dresses and skirts, which Buffy is currently wearing and Oh My God.

I think Ken is noticing what I'm noticing because Cordelia idly points it out, "You guys are disgusting!" she exclaims, as Buffy pushes herself back up, "Got it!" she seems proud of herself. Damn she's cute.

Is she? Uh oh. She's handing me the ball.

"It's yours right? Aren't you captain of the school soccer team?" she's asking you a question Faith.

"Uh..."

"Yeah, she's a helluva player. Colleges are already scouting her, it's pretty awesome," did I mention how much I love Kennedy.

"Really that's impr-," Buffy actually looks mad that she got interrupted. Yay!

"Not that this isn't nice and all... Talking with the school losers, but we came to get Buffy's chem book, not to catch rabbies. Lets go Buffy," Bitch. I was actually having a conversation with her, even if it was short, and through Kennedy. Now they're walking into the school...

"You. Are. So. Lame." Kennedy drawls out.

"Please, I'm the coolest chick in this school," Gotta defend myself, even if I was pretty lame.

"Uh... Uh...Since when do you hesitate Faith? You're like the smoothest girl I know. Especially with the ladies," she points out, like I didn't already know that.

"I don't fucking know Ken. She just, she makes me feel weird and-"

"Aww does she give you butterflies?" now she's talking as if I was eleven. Naturally, I have to hit her on the head.

"What the fuck Faith?" she yells.

"Hey! What have you done to my baby," and here's my redheaded friend Willow, also known as Kennedy's girl.

"She hit me!" Kennedy whines.

"I was talking to Faith," that's my girl, Will comes over and hugs me.

We're pretty close, so we joke around like this all the time. Doesn't make Kennedy any less jealous though.

"Mkay, that's enough," she pulls Willow towards her and kisses her. The students at Sunnydale high are pretty used to this by now. "Mine," Kennedy growls at me, and proceeds to get hit in the head again, this time by Willow.

"You guys really aren't cool," she says, as me and Willow walk ahead of her.

"I saw you guys talking to Buffy and Cordy," Willow says, Kennedy snorts.

"What?" Willow questions.

"I was talking, Faith was about to die of shock," Ken's laughing her ass off. I know I said I love her and all that, but at times like these I hate her.

"Shut up," I mumble. I actually mumbled, what's happening to me.

"Faith, you know, if you actually talked to her you might feel better about yourself, and she might actually like you. Buffy isn't a bitch like the rest of the jerks at our school, she's actually pretty nice," Willow concludes.

"How would you know?" I already know the answer though. Willow and Buffy are neighbours, they see each other occasionally. And I may, or may not have previously agreed to Willow's just to sneak a glance at her.

"You know why," she looks at me with her 'I know your trying to get me to babble but I won't cuz I'm not stupid face,'

"Whatever," Kennedy says and takes Willow towards her locker, because the bell just rang.

Unfortunately, my locker is on the complete opposite side of the school. It's why I'm always late to class, but teachers can't say shit because my grades are awesome. I get to my locker, open it up and check my schedule. It's only like the third day of school so I don't know my schedule by heart yet. Gym. Awesome, Mrs. Holland is my gym teacher, and she's also the soccer coach. Maybe this day won't be so bad after all. It's the first gym class of the year, which usually means free time, so I'll get to practice. I was pretty fucking lucky this year, I usually end up with an old hag who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing. I get my gym stuff and head out towards the locker room.

As I walk into the smelly room I notice the unmistakable voice of Cordelia Chase and she's talking to Buffy. Crap.