Six Months
Hi, I'm Sue. HOW DO YOU DO?!
Also known as The Product Of Reading Too Much Bad Fan Fiction With Similar Plots While Listening To Johnny Cash...
William "Spike" Giles strutted his hot self down the hallways of Sunnydale High, leather duster swaying and black Dockers thumping. She had to be here somewhere.
The object of his fruitless search, Elizabeth Summers, was nowhere to be seen.
And if she had been in the direct vicinity he would have spotted her.
At least, that's what he thought.
Elizabeth Summers, however, did not bother making her presence known most days anyway, and unknowingly shied away from his line of sight to disappear between two upperclassmen standing nearby. Better to not make a scene. So much commotion in the hall must mean a new student, and she had no intention of meeting them.
You may my glories and my state depose:
But not my griefs---
Still am I king of those.
"Xander...?" William spoke to a boy he'd seen Elizabeth talking with on occasion before he'd moved away, "Have you seen Elizabeth?"
The dark-haired boy looked at him as if he had grown three heads out of his foot. "Huh?"
William was well-known for his lack of patience. He nearly growled out, "Elizabeth Summers. Where is she?"
The hallway suddenly seemed too quiet in William's mind. Possibly due to the fact that the majority of the population in the hall had turned to watch the two boys' reactions to one another.
"Uh..." Was Xander's intelligent answer.
William was not liking this. Not only were the generally nice-looking kids giving him amused looks, as if they knew something he didn't, but Xander was suddenly unresponsive and hadn't even bothered to shut his own locker before scrambling off to class.
Oh-kay.
"Anyone seen Elizabeth Summers lately?" He called out to the other students.
A leggy brunette William recognized as Cordelia Chase adjusted her low-cut blouse and questioned saucily, "What would you want with her for?"
William didn't even dignify her lack of competence for the English language with a response, only a withering glare that made her back up a few steps to the safety of her clique.
William was about to start seething. He had not spent six bloody months in Los Angeles revamping his entire existence just to return and be met with these pathetic excuses for humans that wouldn't tell him where the hell his best friend was.
A redhead decked out in what William could only identify as lots of sexy leather caught his attention. "She..she might be in the art room." The light stutter wasn't nervousness, but uncertainty in the truth of her words. Why William believed the two to be so substantially different, he couldn't say.
A blonde appeared behind the redhead and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl's waist. "Hey, baby."
"Tara," The redhead suddenly seemed much more energetic. "He's looking for...uh, Elizabeth."
The blonde, presumably Tara, pointed to the first right hallway that branched off from the main one they were currently standing in, "You follow that and it's the last one on the left."
"Thanks, pet." William told them, making his way in the direction she'd pointed out. The spectators quickly shuffled away towards their classes when he'd turned away and the glow of an imminent confrontation and/or situation ebbed.
As he stalked off, nearly skipping at the prospect that he'd soon see his best friend that he'd been secretly crushing for years upon years, he vaguely realized that the lesbian chits he'd just spoken with seemed familiar...
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