Hey, this is a story I've got going on another site, so I just thought I'd bring it over here, since I deleted all my other ones from this site. I hope that you guys enjoy it, it's very different from my any other story that I've written. Oh, and I'm posting the first few chapters, so if you like this first chapter, go on to the next, 'cause it's there. Thanks for reading, and please let me know what you think. -*ThomThom*
P.S. for those of you who are used to my more detailed, in-depth writing, you will notice that this chapter is not written that way…it will, however, get more and more in-depth as I go on, and give more information. For now, the story is pretty simple, in terms of writing, and plot.
Chapter One: Day One (The New Job)
Kennedy got out of her car, taking a deep breath as she looked up at the academy. It was bigger than she had expected it to be, 'The picture made it look pretty small,' she thought, staring at the large brick building. She counted three floors, and one side wing--More room meant more people, and apparently some of the students stayed on campus, which meant she wasn't seeing the whole ground, but she didn't have time to walk around it to calculate anything, not without looking suspicious anyways. An inside tour would have to do. She looked over the top of her car, expecting to see someone standing there, but saw no one, and frowned.
"Lara," she called, bending down to look in the car. In the passenger seat, with headphones in her ears, and her eyes closed, was Lara--her half sister who annoyed the shit out of her, at all times, "Lara!" she yelled, making the girl jump, "Get the fuck out of the car," though in some ways she did love the girl, there was just something about here that always got under her skin--Maybe it was because she had a habit of popping up at her apartment at the worse times; borrowing her car without asking; going through her things…there were many reasons, and at the moment another one was being added to the list.
"Okay, Christ," she said, rolling her eyes, as she got out of the car, "I didn't know we were here," looking at the academy, she frowned, "Where ever here is--Does that say academy? Why--Why are we here?" she asked, as she pulled her long brown hair up into a ponytail. She grabbed her tote bag out of the car, putting the strap across her. Seeing that Kennedy had called her out of nowhere, she had been unable to really get completely ready. She had grabbed the pair of pants closest to her bed, which were the type of pants that were new, but looked worn and torn, black flip flops, a navy blue shirt that had 'mathletes' in white thick letters across it, and she had on her glasses, because she hadn't had time to put in her contacts, "I've never heard of this place," she said, closing the door, "Is it new?"
"It's sort of new," Kennedy answered, as she stood and waited for her sister to close the car door, which only happened after she sent a look in the teenager's direction, "I'm going to enroll you," she said, as she began to walk across the lawn. Looking over at her sister, she frowned, "Are those my pants?"
"No, these are not your pants. I'm too tall to fit into your pants, now, which I've been trying to tell you forever. It's Daphne that is--Wait," she stopped walking, "You can't just enroll me in a school," she laughed, slightly, "…I have a school already, so why would you enroll me, here? Am I in trouble? What am I saying? I don't get in trouble, that's your job."
"Depends on your definition of trouble," she continued to walk, knowing that her sister would eventually begin to follow, again, "And what's with that shirt? I swear we're not related."
"What's wrong with my shirt? I love this shirt. I am a proud member of the mathletes" after a moment, she started to walk again; quickly to catch up with her sister, "Kenn, you can't just call me and bring me to some random school, saying--I'm going to enroll you. Unless…is this part of a job?"
This time it was her who stopped, "What job? I don't have a job."
"Right, you just randomly pop up with wads of cash that doesn't come from your bank account," she laughed, sarcastically, "Because that's believable. And before you say anything--Yes, I still keep track of your bank account."
"Which is a complete invasion of privacy, by the way," she pointed out, "Just do this without asking questions, okay? It's not like I wouldn't have gotten someone else to come along, if I would have had the option--"
"Oh, I really want to do whatever it is you want me to do now," she huffed.
Kennedy shook her head, in frustration, "Okay, fine. You do this for me, and I'll buy you that computer you want. The one that no one as smart as you should ever have, because you already know how to break into people's bank accounts, along with so many other things it's unbelievable."
Lara gave her sister a sideways look, and then nodded, "Deal," Kennedy turned and began to walk again, so she followed, wondering what exactly she had just signed up for, "So, what exactly are we doing, here? Is this a--"
"No, don't ask questions, especially not out in the open like this," she said, sighing, "I have no job, okay? We're just checking out something that I'm a bit curious about. Leave it at that, or I won't buy you anything."
"I'm leaving it…" she paused, "for now."
When they reached the academy doors, Kennedy turned to Lara, who almost bumped into her, "Look dweeb, when we get in here, you have to stay cool--I know that's a hard concept for you, but you're going to have to try."
"Now, when you say cool, do you mean be a complete asshole, like you?" she asked.
"You're so funny--Seriously, don't get all weird, and don't do that thing that you do, where you talk fifty miles an hour, and ask ten thousand questions--"
"That's a specific number," she interrupted. Kenney gave her a look, "Okay, no more smart remarks either, I'm guessing."
"That would be helpful," someone walked out of the doors, so they moved aside, both putting on fake smiles, as the people walked by. Once they were far enough away for her liking, Kennedy looked back at Lara, "All you have to do is say that you've been having odd bursts of strength, speed, and can sometimes hear a needle drop in a crowded room."
She frowned, "Why would a needle drop in a crowded room?"
"Jesus Christ," she looked up, "This was a mistake. Brining you of all people was a huge mistake--I should have brought Daphne. She owes me five hundred bucks right now, so I'm sure she would have just said yes to whatever, and not asked any questions."
"That was kind of redundant, if you think about it--Say yes to whatever…not ask any questions…Plus, Daphne's your age, so--I'm done," she said, noticing her sister's rising frustration, "Odd bursts of strength, speed, and hearing needles drop in random crowds…got it."
"I'm serious, Lara--Think of that computer you want before you let anything slip," they stood there for a moment, staring each other straight in the eyes, and then went inside. The inside made the building look even larger. It definitely looked like a private school; more grandeur and expensive looking than any public school out there, except for the obvious lack of a dress code, which was evident by someone walking by in a bikini. This area, she could see, was the actual schooling area, not the dorms, because there were lockers in the hallways to the left and right, "I hope this isn't the only area we'll get to see, " she mumbled.
Lara leaned closer to her sister, "It's probably not a good idea to mumble things, if I can hear needles drop in a crowd," she laughed. When Kennedy shot her yet another look, she stood up straight, "So, is there someone that we'll be talking to? Do we have an appointment, or--"
"Nope, we're just a walk-in," she answered.
"That's weird, and strangely unprofessional of you," she said, while leaning a bit to look down one of the halls. It was smaller than her boarding school, she could see that right away, but it somehow looked more expensive, and yet…homey in a way. There was an air within it that just felt more welcoming than the snobbish school she attended.
"Which is fine, considering the fact that I don't have a job," she emphasized, "Plus, it said that walk-ins were fine on the website--Though, the website was a bit modest. Who knows what we should really be expecting. I don't get why they don't just put actual information on the damn site when we could just walk in and talk to someone anyways, probably only to get more information than needed."
"That depends on who you talk to," someone said, walking up behind the two of them.
Kennedy, along with Lara, turned around to see who had spoke, both of them raising their eyebrow slightly, once they did. In front of them stood a woman with brown hair, and brown eyes, wearing black sweat pants, and a white tank top. She was sweating, which told them that she had just come from doing some kind of exercise--Not that that mattered, really.
Lara swallowed hard, "I'm enrolling here," she blurted, "To this academy."
"Who's being redundant, now?" Kennedy asked, with a smirk. She looked back to the woman who had approached them, "I'm guessing that you could help us with this whole enrolling thing. Maybe point us in the direction of someone who works here."
"I work here," she folded her arms.
"Oh," Kennedy said, looking the woman over, again. Of course, she knew the woman worked there--Actually she knew exactly why the woman was there, and how long she would actually be there, but…at the moment, that could not be shown, "So, you can help us, then."
Seeing something slightly different in how her sister was speaking, Lara turned her head slightly. She had a feeling that Kennedy wasn't saying all that she knew, which was nothing new really, but it was important to her, because the more of a difference in Kennedy's behavior, the more likely it was that they were close to whoever, or whatever, Kennedy was looking for. At the moment, she could tell, they were getting closer, but the woman in front of them was not the target in the back of her sister's mind, "What my sister is asking is whether you can actually help me enroll to the school."
"I got that," the woman said, "I just thought, seeing that your sister here was assuming that I don't work here, that I'd let her know that I do work here. Actually, I was going to ask a question next--Why would you think I don't work here? I've been getting that a lot lately, so I'm just wondering."
"Honestly," Kennedy said, folding her arms, just as the woman had, "you're too attractive to work here."
"Kennedy," Lara glared.
The woman laughed, and then turned her head towards some stairs a little ways off, "That makes twenty," she said, loudly. She stood for a moment, just staring at the stairs, until she heard the sounds of steps being taken, "How many you got, Dawn?"
"Fifteen," she answered, approaching the three of them, "I think you're cheating though--Look at you, you're all sweaty, and stuff, while the rest of us stick with our normal attire of slacks and dress shirt, while working. You know, at least something mildly professional. Buffy will point that out," she looked over at the two visitors, "You're looking to enroll, right? Faith here cannot help you with that, but I can take you to someone who can, if you'd like."
Kennedy noticed that Lara was about to say something, so she opened her mouth to speak, before the girl could change her plans, "Actually, I was wondering if we could get some more information about the school first. Maybe a tour--"
"Sorry, we're kind of a private private school," Dawn said, with a slight nod, "You'll actually have to talk to someone before you get the tour, 'cause you kind of have to be excepted in, after taking some tests."
"Tests are my area of expertise," Lara laughed, "Just hand me a number two pencil, and I'm there."
"That's great, kid, but, uh, that ain't the kind of test we're talking about," Faith said, with questioning eyes.
"Of course not," Kennedy said, nudging her sister a little.
Lara was confused at first, then she remembered what she had been told, "Oh, you mean tests to test for bursts of strength, speed, and hearing a needle drop in a crowd."
Dawn frowned, "Why would a needle drop in a crowd?" she asked.
"I'm not sure," Lara answered, "I've been wondering about that myself, actually."
Impatient with the whole conversation, and situation, Kennedy cleared her throat, "Okay, so who would we talk to in order to have these tests preformed?"
"I think Red is on that, right?" Faith asked, turning to Dawn, "Or is it B?"
Dawn thought for a moment, "Actually, you'll have to come back at a later time, because both of them are in the middle of something at the moment. Sorry," she said, giving a sympathetic smile, "There's just a lot going on right now, so the walk-ins list that's not supposed to be a list, has turned into a list, and are now being put in the more appointment catagory. If you would just leave your name, and number, we could maybe--"
"No," Kennedy blurted. She kicked herself mentally, and then smiled, "I'm never usually available, and my sister here goes to a boarding school where they're really weird about phones, so we'll just try again another day."
"Actually," Lara said, reaching in her bag, and pulling out a card, "I think I'll be able to sneak some time in on my cell phone. There's a time on there to let people know when I'm actually able to answer the phone, so if you guys could call it then, I'll definitely be able to answer, and set up an appointment," she looked over at Kennedy, who was keeping herself calm, but not calm enough to where she herself couldn't tell that underneath that smile was a death stare, "Just let me know, and we'll come back," she added, giving the card to Dawn.
"Okay…" Dawn said, oddly--It wasn't everyday that a teenager gave a professional card to her--In fact it had never happened before, and if anyone should have been giving out a card, it should have been her or Faith, giving a card to talk to someone about getting enrolled, "I'll pass this on."
"Thanks. Come on, sis, I gotta get back to the school--It was nice meeting you both," she shook both of their hands, and then turned to leave, not stopping to wait for Kennedy to also shake their hands, as she did. All the way to the car, Kennedy walked behind her, not saying a word, which only told her one thing--When they got to the car, she was going to get an earful.
And, she was right. As soon as they got in the car, Kennedy broke her silence, "Have you lost your fucking mind? You just gave them your name, number, finger prints…God, you mind as well of just completely given them your social security number, your account number, your house key--"
"I get it," she said, putting her hands up. Then, she started to smile, "But, really…I didn't give them anything," Kennedy looked at her, confused, which she had expected, "The number I gave was a number to a pay phone on fifth that I use when someone wants to talk to me about breaking into someone's system--I guess I'll get there earlier today--and the name on the card is a code name, both of which I change weekly…meaning in seven days--"
"Neither one will lead them to you. But, since you gave them fingerprints--"
"Actually, I got rid of those a long time ago. After I broke into that company and completely wiped out there bank account, and sent the money to that country they stole it from--which is doing very well now, by the way--it was kind of necessary to make sure that I never left a trace of myself behind from that point on."
Kennedy huffed, and turned to start the car, with a smile on her face, "I don't even know what to say to that."
Lara buckled her seatbelt, and looked back towards the school, "Tell me that you'll finally let me become your right hand man--woman really. Like an assistant who's smarter, and wiser."
"Having an assistant would suggest that I have a job, which I don't," she put the car into reverse, and backed out of the space, taking note of different license plates; looking for one in particular to see if she had been lied to. Lucky for the two that she had talked to--Faith and Dawn--she hadn't been lied to.
"You can't keep acting like I don't know what you do," Lara said, knowing exactly what her sister was doing, "Now, is this a killing thing, or a protecting thing? And who is it that you came here to find, because I know it wasn't either one of them--was it one of the appointment people?"
"Lara," she said, flatly, "stop asking questions," after a moment, she spoke again, "By the way…you're not smarter than me."
The younger of the two laughed, and then looked to her sister, who was completely serious, which made something click in her head, "Oh my god, other than my whole card thing, you totally planned that whole thing, didn't you? Wait, no…'cause then you would have known who was and wasn't there…unless the information you got was wrong, which would mean that whoever hired you--"
"I don't have a job!"
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Sitting on the couch, with her laptop in her lap, Kennedy was once again going through the files on the disk she had been sent. It was the tenth time she had gone over them in the course of two hours, and yet she still felt that she didn't have them memorized enough. The information she had been given was all that she needed, really. She had been given a name, an address, photo, schedule--all kinds of things to let her know who, where, and when, but for some reason, it wasn't all sticking the way she wanted it to. Any more information would have been too much. Knowing personal things about them would only 'cause some complication in the end, and she definitely didn't want that at all, but there was still something about it. Perhaps it was the fact that it had been such a long time since she had been put on something, and so she was rusty. That was the only thing she could really think of, and it sort of made sense.
She picked up the medium sized yellow envelope beside her, and pulled out the photo once again, looking at it intently--All she saw was green eyes, red hair, and pale skin. Nothing less, and nothing more. A face that needed no name, or meaning. Just a face…just a body.
Hearing keys in the door, she put the picture back in the envelope, exited out of everything on her computer, put the disk in the envelope, and then put the envelope in her bag, that was on the floor beside the couch. She knew, since keys were being used, that it was either her sister, or her roommate, and there was no way she was going to risk it being Lara. Her roommate, who, after a moment, she knew it was--because only her roommate couldn't figure out how to unlock the door quickly--had stopped asking questions a couple years back. Actually, it was on Kennedy's twenty first birthday that she had stopped asking, because Kennedy had left in the middle of getting a lap dance, after answering her cell phone.
'If you're willing to just get up in leave when a sex goddess is straddling you, then I don't want to know what you do for a living,' was exactly what Daphne, her roommate, had said, and she had not objected to it at all.
"Christ," Daphne said, finally able to get the door open, "why can't we just get the fucking lock changed?" she groaned, as she struggled with some bags she was holding. Her dirty blonde hair was a slight mess, and her green eyes were full of frustration, as she tried her best to hold on to the keys, and the bags at the same time.
Kennedy got up to help, laughing slightly as she did, "Because we don't own the fucking building," she answered, despite the fact that she knew it was a rhetorical question, "What's with all the food? Did I forget someone's birthday, again?"
"Nope, I just went to get food, because…oh, I don't know," she pretended to think, "maybe because we don't have any, which you would notice if you'd stop ordering pizza and Chinese food, for once."
"But that's why I order in. Why go by all this food that will probably go bad, when you can just order all that you'll know you'll eat, and never have to clean out the refrigerator, or deal with those fruit fly things?"
"Because it's healthier," she plopped all the bags in her hands onto the kitchen counter, and began to put all the food up, "And, because your sister has a habit of showing up at three in the morning hungry, when all the places you order from are closed. This way, she'll have something to eat."
Kennedy rolled her eyes, "Let her starve."
"I know you only say those things because you love her," Daphne smiled, "It's your weird way of showing it. Now what's this about you trying to enroll her at some random school, this morning?" she asked, "I really hadn't expected that call."
"She told you about that?" the question, though asked, was one that she wasn't sure of why she asked. Of course Lara told Daphne about it, it was her way of doing things.
"Yeah," she kneeled down to put some things at the bottom of the refrigerator, "But I think it was just to send you some kind of message that I'll never understand, and definitely won't ask about."
"Which is why I love you, and why you're my best friend," she smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. She said something about the school calling, too, which she said she would tell you about personally if you would answer her phone calls, or if she could get off school grounds. Apparently, you got her back too late, and she missed a class for the forth time this month. It didn't fly with the boarding school. She's on some kind of punishment for a the rest of the week."
"Please, no one could keep Lara where she didn't want to be, even if they tried. She always finds a way to get out, and end up here at three in the morning, wanting to sleep on the couch. Back to what she would tell me if she could get a hold of me," she said, directing the conversation back to what she wanted to hear.
"Right. Whoever called her said something about a get together that's happening tomorrow night for the older attendants, which she would be considered as, since she's graduating this year. It's for eighteen and up…I'm guessing she told them that she's already eighteen, though she has a few more days before that happens. Anyways, the get together, she said, sounds more like a party, 'cause it's at a club, but the enrollment people will be there, and so she thought she'd let you know, so you could go, and maybe take her along."
Kennedy smiled inwardly, "Did she say who called her back?"
"Someone named Andrew, I think. She said that he kind of got nervous after realizing that he was making the school sound like a party school, and said to forget that he even mentioned the monthly outing, which he then also told her to forget. He was just a fill in for the person who was really supposed to call, but was too busy to call."
"Gosh, I have to say that I love your excellent memory more and more these days. Did she happen to mention if this guy was actually useful enough to set her up an appointment?"
Daphne thought for a moment, "Actually yeah…ten days from now, at ten a.m." she frowned, "That's the day before you leave the country for a month, isn't it?"
She smiled, "Exactly."
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Lara jogged across the street, holding the strap of her a bag, as she made her way to a café, where she saw Kennedy sitting at a table outside, sipping on whatever it was she was drinking. She had not expected to get a phone call from her sister, especially since they had seen each other that morning, so when she got a call from her saying to meet her somewhere, she left as quickly as possible, forgetting all about the fact that she was not supposed to leave--Not that that mattered.
"Hey," she said, as she sat down, "What's up?"
Kennedy sighed, "Did you really have to wear another mathlete shirt?" she asked, staring at the yellow shirt, with black letters, "And it's yellow. Could you make us stand out any more than you are right now? I think not."
"Oh, my god, we're on recon, aren't we?" she asked, excitedly, "I can't believe that you're letting me be here right now. This is so great. What do I do?" she slouched in her chair a little, "I should look relaxed, right? Like I'm just some normal kid with her normal sister out getting some kind of caffeine, and maybe a sandwich, if you'd buy me one."
"First, I'm not buying you a sandwich, you have your own money, buy it yourself. Second, don't slouch you look like a bum when you slouch," Lara sat up immediately, which let her continue her list, "Third, this is not 'recon', and we are just normal sisters hanging out. So stop acting like the freak of nature you are, and relax. Take a deep breath," the girl did as she said, "Take out something to read, or something like that, 'cause I brought my laptop, and I'm about to completely ignore you."
Lara frowned, "What? I'm confused. Is this a real outing?" she found herself meeting Kennedy's angry face, so she reached into her bag and pulled out a book, "You're in luck, I've got a book report due soon, which requires me to read at least the first twelve pages of this book."
"Lucky me," Kennedy mumbled.
She looked at her book, as Kennedy pulled out her laptop, not really reading it, but trying her best to fight the urge within her. Sadly, she was unable to control herself. Still glanced up from the book at her sister, "Daphne gave you my message, right? And this is just another step? One that is probably bigger than the first one."
"Quit Lara, or I swear I'll make you go back to that school," she noticed someone within the café, distracting her from the threat she had not completed, "Okay, ten one o'clock, inside the café is our reason for being here--don't turn to look," she added, when her sister started to turn in her chair, "If you look, it will only make things difficult."
"I knew it. I knew it," she smiled, looking back towards her book, "Finally, you've let me in. You've realized just how genius I am, and how much I can help, and here we are--Sisters with the same task…the same job…and don't start with the whole 'I don't have a job' thing."
"Fine, I have a job--Key word being I, meaning not you. You're only here, because I didn't have time to find someone else to take to that school in such short notice. You're my one and only option here, Lara, so please try not to go all crazy with excitement."
"No excitement. Check," she paused, "Which one is here, Faith or Dawn?"
"Dawn, and two you haven't met," she answered. She noticed a certain smile appear on her sister's face, and rolled her eyes, "Are you serious? Aren't you going out with that one guy, what's his name?"
"Graham is his name, and yes, I am going out with him. That doesn't mean I can't take a good look at the great view," she smiled.
"How are you not single, when you say stuff like that?" Kennedy asked, "Plus…she's too old for you."
"Four years max--Let's not talk about your older women experiences. You've had crushes on older women before. Besides, I'm only looking, there's no harm in that," she said, raising her brows.
Kennedy smiled, "Well well, we might be related after all," she looked back to her laptop, "Okay, here comes your crush, try not to drool, she's in some shorts now that are a little small--along with the shirt she's wearing."
"Really? I was into the more professional look. Oh, well. That's what I have Graham for," she shrugged.
"You're the ones from the school earlier, right?" Dawn asked, approaching the table, "We met earlier, when I wasn't looking a little underdressed. My name's Dawn," she added, seeing that neither one of them were really seeming to respond, which kind of hurt her ego a little.
"Right, sorry," Kennedy said, closing her laptop, "We've had such a busy day, it just totally slipped my mind," she looked over to Lara, who was still staring at her book, and kicked her underneath the table, "We've been unpacking my things all day, so we're both pretty tired….since I picked her up right when she was done with her classes, and dragged her to help me. Definitely tired."
Lara reached down, subtly, and rubbed her leg, "Exhausted, really."
"I get that. My family and I just really settled in here a couple of months back, and it's only temporary, so we're dreading having to move everything again--We're just fill ins at this branch of the school, while the other's are on vacation," she nodded, "Not sure why I just told you all that--I'll blame it on my long day. Please tell me that someone got back to you, already. We're trying to do this whole same day thing, now."
"Well it seems to be working out then, though it was a little earlier than I had expected. I'm still not used to my school here, so it was a bit of a problem."
Dawn gave an small smile, "Sorry, I was hoping that your phone would be off, and so Andrew would just leave you a message, and not actually have to talk to you, but I guess that didn't work out, which is funny, because he told me that he left a message."
"Nope, there was an actual conversation involved," Lara nodded, "He mentioned something about parties for the older attendants," she felt another kick underneath the table, much harder than the first one.
"He wasn't supposed to mention that, but it figures that he did," she paused, "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked.
"No, not at all," Kennedy answered.
"The school does have monthly things for each age group that's there, just because breaks are always good for students, and we all need a break every once in a while. It's at this club on the other side of town, and you can't get in unless you know this password, which I'm going to give you, even though I'm not supposed to. I mean, you guys seem pretty cool, and it'll be good for--" she looked towards the younger of the two, "I'm sorry, what's your name, again? I read the card, but--"
"Dean," Lara answered, "That's what I go by at least."
Kennedy held herself from laughing, as she looked at her sister as if there was a sign with the word 'stupid' on her forehead, but changed her expression when Dawn looked back at her. She didn't want to make it obvious that no one actually called her sister Dean, so she had to go back to a more normal expression.
"Anyways, I think it would be good for Dean to meet some of the other girls anyways, just to make sure that it's actually where she wants to be, because we know that some of them out there would rather just continue living a normal life. We always try to let the new ones get a feel for some of it first, and so I think you two should come, if you can. The password is Sunnydale for this month," she said, rising from the chair, "I hope you can make it."
"Me too," Lara responded. Once the girl had walked off, she looked to her sister, "That went well, don't you think?"
"Hold on," Kennedy said, as she continued to watch Dawn walk inside. She noticed that while she had not been paying attention, Faith had entered the café, joining the blonde, and of course--the redhead. That's who she had come to see. The getting invited was only a chance; something she wanted, but wasn't exactly sure of, "Fifty-five."
Lara frowned, "What?" she turned to see who Kennedy was looking at, and landed on a redhead, who looked in their direction, after Dawn said a few words to her, which prompt them to wave to each other--since they were all looking at each other, "That's her, isn't it--That's--"
"Fifty-five. Don't stare," she said, getting Lara to turn around. After opening her laptop back up, she laughed slightly, "Dean, really? What the hell is up with that?"
"It's the code name on the card, I had no choice but to tell her that, since they have a card. Get over it, and be glad that it's not Trixie, 'cause that's what it was last week. Which do you prefer, a guy name, or a hooker name?"
She laughed, again, "Dean it is."
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Willow stood staking the books on top of the desk at the head of the empty classroom, wondering if her lesson had been clear to all of the girls in the class. It was a simple lesson really, but a few of them had seemed to give her questioning looks throughout the whole thing, so she wasn't sure. Really, as she put the final book on top of the stack, she realized exactly why the girls seemed to be in a different realm--It was that time of the month. Not that time…but the time that it was the upper-class outing. That, though slightly frustrating, was a relief.
"I'm still a good teacher," she said, aloud.
"Were you having trouble keeping the girls' attention today, too?" Buffy asked, as she walked in.
She gave a slight smile, "You could say that."
"Well, at least you probably didn't have someone completely get knocked out during your class, because they weren't paying attention during a sparing session--That was an interesting lesson for her, if I say so myself; actually look at who you're fighting," she laughed.
"Hmm, I've never heard that before," she reached down to grab her bag out of her chair, and then looked back to her best friend, who was looking at some of the labels on the book, "Protection spell day…It turned into more of a destructive spell thing really. Really glad that I had them write out the ingredients before actually giving them the ingredients--One girl would have blown up the whole school."
Buffy's eyes went wide, "Which definitely would have been bad. Maybe you should have them stick to floating pencils."
"Yeah, I thought about that, but when Stacy almost took out Lillian's eye the other day--Let's just say I reconsidered it," she sighed, "Maybe I'm just going to have to be more selective of who exactly can take my type of class. Like, they have to pass a basic test or something. Kind of like the one to get into the school, except harder, and more detailed, because lifting something really heavy, and running two miles in whatever time really wouldn't help me choose anyone."
"Definitely not," the blonde agreed, "I just think that each month we have to be a little bit more cautious with our lesson plans of the day. Sure, the girls should be able to focus on what they're doing, and then get excited about whatever is happening later, but they're young, you know? That happens."
The redhead frowned, "That didn't happen to me."
"You were an abnormal teenager," Buffy smiled.
"I'll take that as a compliment, thank you," she spotted Dawn walking towards the classroom, and raised her brows at what the girl was wearing, "I get that Dawn only has to work for about an hour during the morning sessions, but I was surprised at the outfit that she wore to the café today, and that she's still wearing."
Buffy rolled her eyes, "I think it's all the time she's been hanging around with Faith--Giving them a joint class type thing was such a mistake."
"Hey, guys," Dawn said, as she approached them, "What are we talking about?"
"You actually, and your lack of actual clothing," Buffy answered, gesturing towards her younger sister.
Dawn looked at he clothes, "Well, I know that they're a little short, but these are my work out clothes, and before we went to the café I worked out a little. Then, when we got back, Faith wanted me to run through this routine with her, that I totally couldn't make it through. Oh, by the way," she looked directly at her sister, "We've got thirty-five. How many do you have?"
Willow shook her head, "I can't believe that you guys are really doing that."
"I have to prove my point here, Will," Buffy explained, "I've got twenty, but you guys are totally cheating. No one can help but stare when both of you are scanking it up in the hallways."
Faith walked in laughing, "Oh, please. Just admit that not everyone is as close minded as you are--Or pretend to be, really. You've got to admit that most of the girl's here have at least made out with one other girl here, or when we've gone out somewhere. I mean, come on."
"I for one have never made out with a girl, and I do believe that I am, not only a slayer, but the slayer, as in--"
"Yeah yeah, we've heard all that before," Faith said, cutting the other slayer off, "Let's not mention all of Red's students who are always too busy checkin' her out instead of paying attention. Like that Stacy chick with the pencil."
"What?" Willow questioned, "That had nothing to do with me--My students do not check me out. I am their teacher. They respect me, and appreciate the smartness that is me."
Buffy shrugged, "Actually…I did find this note once, that I guess had been dropped--"
"No. I don't want to hear about it," she said, shaking her head.
"It's no big deal," Faith said, nonchalantly, "Lots of my girls check me out all the time."
"Wonder why?" the blonde asked, sarcastically.
Willow looked at all of them, wondering just how they had all gotten to that point, "So, is there a reason why we're all having this get together in my class?"
"I was just dropping by to make sure that you're coming tonight," Buffy answered, "Last time you didn't come and I had to deal with the girls all on my own, because Faith here is pretty useless in that situation, and Dawn was nowhere to be seen,," Faith laughed, getting Buffy's attention, "What?" the blonde questions.
"Nothin'," the brunette answered, "Anyways, I was just walking by and happened to overhear what was bein' said. I didn't really want anything. But, you are comin', Red."
"Why do I have to come?" the redhead asked, unsure of why she was really needed. It wasn't that she didn't want to hang out with her friends, she was just tired. It had been a long week, and she was ready to just lay down in her bed, and watch a few movies, instead of going out to some loud club.
"To get to know our walk-ins," Dawn answered, "Dean and her sister…the one you had a habit of looking over at today, when we were out getting mochas."
"I was just looking out the window. Taking in the view of the busy street outside."
"Please, you were practically drooling," Faith said, rolling her eyes, "It's all that bent up stuff you got. I mean it's been how long since you've gotten laid?"
Buffy smiled, "I could ask you the same question, Faith."
"You could, but you won't," Willow picked up her checked to make sure she had everything one last time, and then started to walk around the group in front of her, "You guys have fun."
Dawn stepped in front of the redhead, "She was looking at you, too."
Willow looked over at Faith, and Buffy, who were both nodding in agreement. For a moment, she thought about it--noting the fact that it had been a while since she had really tried to date anyone. In fact there had only been one girl that she had dated, after Tara died, and that, though it had ended well, hadn't really felt like an actual relationship, which really her friends weren't talking about a relationship. Maybe everyone was right. Maybe she did need to put herself out there more. She had been so consumed in keeping herself busy that she hadn't really been thinking about the fact that she needed to enjoy more grownup aspects of life.
"Fine," she said, finally, "I'll go, but it's not to…get laid," she lifted her head, "I'm not that type of person."
Faith frowned, "The type of person who wants to have an orgasm before they're too old to have one?" all of them just gave her a look, and then headed out of the classroom, "I'm just sayin', everyone likes to have sex every once in a while."
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