Author's Notes:

Yay, it's a new story! So this is the same OC I used in my other fanfiction (To Love a Slayer) but she's a bit different in this one. I may slip up on the first-person or the tense, as I'm doing present tense for this story. Anyway, this story is basically a story of Buffy's years in Sunnydale, except with one extra companion… how one girl makes the whole thing different! All the brilliance is owned by Joss Whedon. Enjoy!

Welcome to the Hellmouth

"Oh my God, what is this shit!" I exclaim as I pick up lunch from the cafeteria. "Seriously, this is disgusting. I can't believe we have to eat this."

"Calm down, Kav," my best friend Andrew tells me. "Let's just sit down, and enjoy lunch. Think of it this way, at least we're not in class."

"True," I say, sitting down at a table.

"Hey, d'you want to come over tonight and play that new game I bought?" Andrew asks as he bites into his sandwich.

"Oh, yeah, totally!" I say. "Aw, but I can't. I've got that paper to write and that history assignment."

"Do you need any help?"

"I was thinking of asking Willow Rosenberg for help."

And then Cordelia Chase comes up to our table with her army of Cordettes. "Wow, Kavitha! You're looking so good today! That whole ugly hair look really suits you!"

"That whole skanky ho thing really suits you, too, Cordelia!" I say back.

"Y'know, you're saying her name wrong," Andrew tells Cordelia. "It's pronounced Kuh-vee-thuh."

"Yeah. Whatever." She walks off.

Class was always so incredibly boring. Especially since the classes were so easy for me. I'm Indian, and the majority of Sunnydale is white, and it's not that I'm calling white people dumb… they're just usually not as smart as Asians. Although Willow Rosenberg is pretty smart. I catch up with her after school lets out.

"Hey, Willow," I say.

"Oh, hi, Kavitha."

"I was wondering if you could help me out on that history assignment."

"Actually, I was going to help Buffy," she says. "She's a new student, and I was going to help her catch up. And then we were going to the Bronze tonight."

"Really? Sounds like fun. D'you mind if I just hang around for the history part? I don't have to go to the Bronze with you."

"Oh. Um. You're welcome to come if you'd like. But sure, hang around for history. Sounds good."

"Hey, did you hear about that dead guy in the locker?" I ask. "I mean, what was that all about?"

"I don't know, but it's pretty weird."

"Yeah." The two of us began to walk together until we were shortly joined by a blond girl I had never seen before.

"Hi, I'm Buffy," she says.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Kavitha."

"Oh, your name is pretty," Buffy says.

"I like your name, too!" I reply. "Anyway, I kind of needed Willow's help with the history assignment today, but I can see you've got a bit of catching up to do, so I'll just finish as soon as I can and get out of your guys' way."

So the three of us went over to Willow's house. I've only ever been there once, and that was last year when I needed help with a math assignment. I knew Willow, and I talk to her every now and then, but I'm not really friends with her or anything.

With Willow's help, I finish the assignment pretty quickly. I can tell Buffy is slightly annoyed because she really doesn't want to be studying history.

"Thanks, Willow, I think I'm about done here," I say when I finish.

"Yeah, no problem. I'm glad I could help. You know, we don't really talk much. We should."

I smile. "Yeah, definitely. I'll see you around, Buffy."

"Yeah," she says. "You coming to the Bronze tonight? I'm going to go home now and change and meet Willow there at 8."

"Oh, I don't think I'm going," I say with a light laugh. "I'm not much of a Bronze-goer. I mean, sometimes I go, but… maybe not tonight."

"Okay. Well, we'll see you around. Thanks for having me over, Willow."

"It's no problem. I'll see you at the Bronze."

I leave at the same time as Buffy, but I go back to my house as she goes to her. She lives on Rovello drive, which is in the opposite direction from my house.

I go home, finish my essay, call Andrew and listen to him rave on about his new video game, and then fall asleep.