Author's Note: Thanks again to Snoopy1103 for their criticism. I hope this sounds better.

Chapter Two

Getting To Know Angel

I've gotten to know everyone pretty well, except Sean and Angel. Angel was the main goal. I had never seen a guy so damn hot in all my life, not even in L.A.

This building wasn't connected to the rest of the school. I'm not quite sure why, but who cares.

We walked into the Study Hall room and sat in the back corner of the room, close to the bathrooms. Angel stays in his office most of the time with a select few students. Today was different though, he was in there alone.

"I'm gonna go tell Angel that we are here." Hugging Linda, Sean left to talk to Angel.

"Sean seems cool. I'm looking forward to hanging out with y'all for a long time."

Sean came out of the office. "Buffy, Angel wants to talk to you."

"Okay, I'll see y'all in a minute."

Standing up, I went into Angel's office.

"Buffy." He sighed.

"Angel."

Standing up, he closed his blinds on the window that looked out over the classroom and shut his door. His door was locked.

"Sean told me that you were single, are you?" He asked.

"Straight to 'Final Jeopardy', huh? Yes, I am. I can see the other question forming in your mind. Yes, I am."

"So, you're a virgin. I'm glad that you feel comfortable enough to tell me that. When I saw you this morning, I just knew that I had to get to know you. I hope we can be friends."

"I was hoping for more than friends. I've never had a boyfriend."

"You were? You haven't?"

"Yes and no."

"You are pretty. I like you. So, tell me about yourself. I know you're from L.A. What made y'all move here?"

"My parents got divorced. My aunt lives here. She is the computer teacher, Jenny Calendar."

"Jenny's your aunt. I can see the family resemblance. Jenny is a good woman."

"Are you close to your family, other that Sean?"

"Yes I'm very close to my family. When I graduated, they, my parents I mean, moved back home. We talk on the phone often though."

"Where are you from?"

"I was born here, but my parents are from Belfast, Ireland. They moved back there about two years ago. I am close to Sean too. I hope to be close to you." I blushed.

"Me too. What are you looking in a girl or woman?"

"I'm not looking of anything in particular. I'd know it when I see it, and I'm looking straight at it." I blushed again.

"Me, either, but you know the rest, and I'm looking straight at it too. I thought you were soooo hot, when I saw you this morning, and now I'm babbling. I'm sorry."

"Really? I thought the same thing. Tell me more about you."

"I've got a gay uncle."

"Yeah, Johni. I knew that when you said Jenny was your aunt. What's your Mom's name?"

"Joyce."

"Your grandma is one of those, huh?" He asked.

"Those what?"

"Like Penny and Patty on Charmed. Naming the kids with the same first initial."

"You watch Charmed?" I questioned.

"Please, I never miss it."

"You, Sean and Linda are like three peas in a pod, huh?"

"Yes, we are. Since Linda's mom caught Sean comforting her when Piper and Leo got married, they watch the show at our house."

"I know Holly Marie Combs. I talk to her every week."

"You're shitting me?" I was shocked.

"No, I'm not 'shitting' you."

"You can say what you damn well please around me. Linda, Sean, Xander and Willow all do, so feel free."

"I told Linda that I would talk to Holly this weekend and get her an autographed picture."

"You just made a friend for life. Talk Charmed with Linda, and you'll be here all day. I'm just glad there isn't a vampire show on t.v. or she'd be all for it."

"She's gothic?" I asked.

"Only to an extent. Her mom and dad won't let her dye her hair jet black and wear the black clothes, but I've read her work. It's pretty gothic and angsty."

"She writes?"

"Oh, yeah. You sound shocked."

"I write a little too. Since my folks split, I've been writing a lot of poetry about that."

"Mind if I read some?"

"No, hang on and I'll grab my notebook from my bag." I left the room to get my bag. I came back in the office a few seconds later.

"Is it too soon in the relationship to say that I missed you?"

"I don't think so, because I missed you too." I laughed a little.

Reaching into my bag, I produced a notebook with a purple cover. Purple is my favorite color.

"Purple, I like it already. Purple is my favorite color."

"You too? I love purple."

"Cool." He took the notebook from my hand and opened it. Sitting there, he read in silence. After about five minutes, he looked up at me in astonishment.

"Buffy, this is very good. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson's work."

"Really, you think they're good?"

"Very. You've got talent for this. With the way you write about things that happened with your mom and dad, I'd think you'd actually experienced them yourself. I'd like to see how you'd write a story." I blushed for the third time.

"What is it about this guy that reduces me to a blushing, babbling idiot?" I thought.

"You're not an idiot, Buffy."

"I didn't… How did you…"

"I don't know either. I guess I can read your mind."

"God, she's beautiful. I just hope I can restrain myself from taking her right here." He thought.

"Don't worry; I have enough restraint for the both us."

"I guess I'm not the only one who can read the other's mind."

"Wow! That was weird, but let's test it. It may be useful."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'll get the guys up to the front of the room and talk to them. I'll think something, and let's see if you can pick up on it?"

"Okay, but after you'll come right back? I don't want to miss you too much."

"Count on it." Leaving the room, I walked back to my new friends.

"Let's move to the front of the room."

"Okay." Getting up, we all went to the front of the room.

"So, how'd it go with Angel?" Xander said.

"Great!"

"Good."

Listening to them talk, I let my mind wander.

"Angel, that feels good. Do that again. Kiss me again. Oh, God, that's good." I thought.

"Buffy, honey, snap out of the daydream." Angel thought in my mind. Not only can he read my mind, but we can communicate this way. This is so cool.

"Don't want to. I like this daydream. This is my first daydream like this. You want me to come back now?" I thought.

"Yes, missing you, even though, I can see you." He thought.

"Alright, I'll be right there." I thought.

"Hey, guys, I'm going back inside the office. I'll see y'all later. I want you guys to come home with me and meet my mom."

"Cool, Buffy. We'll see you then." Linda said.

I walked back into the office.

"That is pretty cool. We can communicate with each other without talking." I sat in the floor.

"That is really cool. I never experienced that before. My ex-girlfriend and I were never that connected."

"What was her name?" I asked.

"Darla. She was my high-school sweetheart."

"Oh, at least you had a high-school sweetheart. You're my first boyfriend."

"Does that bother you, that I'm the first man you've even considered dating?"

"No. The guys at my old school just weren't as cool as you are. I had guys around me all the time, but dating never came up. I was always to busy with cheerleading, and hanging out with my old friends, which I didn't like very much."

"Well, why did you hang out with them if you didn't like them very much?"

"It was what was expected of me, being on the cheerleading squad and being popular."

"Oh, well, I don't expect you to do what's expected of you, when you're with me. I'd like it if you were impulsive. You don't have to if you don't want to though."

"He wants me to be impulsive? I wonder if I can. My last impulsive decision, wait, I can't think of that. He'll know what it was." I thought.

"Buffy, honey, I like honesty, meaning no secrets."

"My last impulsive decision got my cousin killed."

"What happened?"

"It was my dad's sister's daughter. It wasn't that long ago. Normal teenage stuff, I guess."

"Buffy, tell me. I won't judge you. Remember, I was sixteen not so very long ago."

"We were at a party. She got really drunk. I had only had maybe three beers. She wanted me to take her home. We got into a wreck. You pretty much know the rest." With my eyes welling up with tears, I tried to tell him the story of that horrific night.

"Buffy, honey, come here." I did as he told me. Pulling me down onto his lap, I melted into his arms.

"You wanted to say something?"

"Look, what happened wasn't your fault. I know you think it was, but it wasn't. Can you remember everything about that night?"

"Yes, I can."

"Well, could you see clearly?"

"Yes, I could."

"Were you on your side of the road?"

"Yes, I was."

"Then, it was the other person's fault, not yours."

Sighing, I relaxed into his embrace again. Sean knocked on the office door.

"Red alert, it's Giles."

"Giles won't say anything about me being alone with a student."

"Okay, just thought I'd give you the heads up."

"Thanks, bro."

"Who is Giles?" Sitting back in the floor, I asked the question.

"He's the librarian."

"Oh, I was supposed to see him about some textbooks. I totally forgot about that in all the romantic fun we've been having in here today."

Giles walked into the office where we were.

"Angel, old chap, how are you?" Giles said in his thick British accent.

"Just fine. Giles, this is Buffy. Buffy, this is Rupert Giles. We all call him Giles. You'll like him just fine. He's a little hard to understand at times, but you learn as you go along." Angel laughing.

"I heard that, Angel. I didn't think it was funny. I don't make fun of your accent."

"What accent do I have?"

"Oh, please, you sound like you just popped out of a corn field on 'Hee Haw'."

"The fact that you even know what 'Hee Haw' is scares me. I was just a joke. Don't take it personally."

"Okay. The reason I came by was Buffy was supposed to see me about some books, and she didn't show up. I wondered what happened to her."

"I had classes. Then getting to know Angel, just kinda lost track of time. I'm sorry."

"Oh, no, it's quite alright. I didn't have much to do in the library, so I decided to bring those books to you." He handed me a history book, an english book, and a math book.

"Thanks, do I call you Mr. Giles or just Giles?"

"You can call me Giles, since you are dating Angel."

I blushed, "How did you know we were dating?"

"It's obvious. Just don't let it be so obvious around Mr. Jacobs."

"Gotcha, if the principal got wind it would be Angel's job."

"Precisely, and we don't want that."

"No, we don't. Then he won't have the money to buy me nice things, or take me to nice places." I joked. Angel laughed.

"Well, I did my job. I'm headed back to the library now. Buffy, it was nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends, since you're dating my best friend."

"You can count on that." He left the room.

"Wow, that was weird, but cool. At least someone won't rat on us. I think he'd be perfect for Mom. I wonder if he is seeing anyone." I thought.

"I don't think he is. I'll ask him."

"Thanks, baby. I guess sometimes, you just want to get your parents laid." I joked.

"Buffy!" He spat quickly.

"Oh, no. I upset him with that last remark. I need to watch my tongue from now on." I thought.

"No, I'm not upset. It's just; I've never heard someone say that about a parent. I think it is sweet that you want someone for your mom."

"Oh, is that all? I though you were upset, which you already knew."

"True. It's too early in the relationship to get mad at you."

"Angel, may I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby, what is it?"

"I know you're first name is Angel, but what is your full name?" I asked.

"Actually, my first name is Angelus, but I prefer Angel. My full name is Angelus William O'Daniel."

"Angelus William, that's pretty."

"Thank you. What is your full name?" He asked.

"Buffy Anne Summers."

"I like Anne. I've always thought it was a pretty name. I've never heard Buffy before. I always thought it was a clichéd rich persons name, boy was I wrong."

"Yes, you are. My mom and I are not rich by any means. Dad was the one with money, not her."

"Doesn't she get child support or alimony?" He asked.

"I don't know, nor do I care. I'm just glad he's out of our lives."

"Buffy! Why would you say such things about your father?"

"I say that because he's a colossal prick who cheated on my mom throughout the entire marriage."

"Oh, he cheated on her. Why is it men can be such pigs?"

"I don't know. I'm not a man. You are and you don't even know. I don't think anyone does."

"Good point."

"Could we please change the subject?" I asked.

"Yes, please."

"What could we talk about?"

"I don't know. What do you like to do for fun?"

"When I was in L.A., besides shopping on Rodeo Drive, I liked to go to this club. It was the scene in L.A. They would let anyone in. It was called The Raven. It may sound gothic, but it wasn't. It was your average club."

"We only have one straight club here. It's called the Spirit's Haven. Then we also have a gay club, which I'm sure you already knew that."

"Yeah, I knew about the gay club. I think it's called The Dagger." I wondered. It had been a while since I'd spoken to Uncle Johni and Uncle Spike. The name could have changed since then.

"Yeah, that's the name. Not that I go there. I hang out at the Spirit's Haven, with Willow, Xander, Linda, and Sean. We're there a lot, except on Sunday nights."

"Charmed is the reason why for you, Sean, and Linda. Why aren't Willow and Xander there on Sunday nights?"

"I don't know; they may watch Charmed too. Just not sure about those two. They could be sleeping together."

"Angel, you're not getting any, so you're worried about other people's sex lives?" I tried to freak him out a little.

"What? No. It's not like that. They're my friends. I just want to see them happy."

"I don't know if you want to hear this, but I've been ready to lose my virginity for a while now; just haven't found the right guy to give it to."

"You mean you're not waiting for love?" He questioned.

"No, I wasn't. I'd like to wait to see where things go with us, before we get to that part. Is that okay with you? I know you've got experience in that field, but I don't."

"I'm babbling again. I just need to shut up." I thought.

"No, don't shut up. I like the sound of your voice. As for experience in that field, I don't have much at all. Darla was the only person I've been with."

"So, does that bother you, that you're not super experienced like most men your age?"

"No, not really. It just means that; I want to wait for the right girl, or woman, whatever the case may be, before I sleep with someone again."

"May I ask how long it's been since you made love to another person?"

"Yes, ask away, which you just did. The last time was three years ago, graduation night, with Darla, which incidentally was the first time. We broke up shortly after that. She moved to Nashville to pursue a singing career."

"Did you love her?"

"I thought I did, but it was teenage hormones. I'm sure your mom told you all about that."

"Oh, yeah, we had that talk when I was 12. I wonder how 'the talk' will be between us, I mean if she finds out if and when I make love for the first time."

"I'm sure I don't know. I never had that talk with my parents. The one to explain sex, yes. I also had that talk at 12, but the 'have you had sex, and were you careful' talk, I didn't. They moved back to Ireland before they even found out that I had." He somberly said.

"Does that upset you?" I asked.

"I don't know. I don't think it does. I do miss my parents, but life goes on. I met you, so I'm good." I blushed again.

I looked at my watch just in time to hear the bell ring.

"Finally, school is over. I'm ready to go home."

"What, you don't want to hang out with me anymore? We are so done." He joked.

"I'm just ready to get home, so Mom can meet you guys."

"Oh. We're not done. I was just joking. I don't want to end it this close to the beginning."

"Oh, good. As far as I'm concerned you can stay as long as you like." Without thinking, I took his hand.

"Buffy, we can't do that right now. We are at school."

"Sorry, I was in the moment. When is the better time for that?"

"At my house, or yours, if you think your mom's not going to hit the ceiling when she finds out you're dating a teacher, if you can even call me that."

"I'd call you whatever you want me to call you."

"Well, we'd better catch up with the guys." We walked out of the office.

"Hey, guys."

"Hey, you two. You've been in there an awfully long time. What did y'all do in there?" Willow asked.

"Willow! We talked is all. I swear. We were getting to know each other."

"And did you?" Sean said.

"Yes. We did."

"So, Bro, Are we still the only ones paired off, or have you found the girl of your dreams now?" Sean asked Angel.

"Yes, I found the girl of my dreams. Buffy and I just started dating. Which reminds, Buffy, if you can get away later tonight, would you meet me at the club?"

"Let me get a time."

"About 8:00?"

"Sure. Just us or the gang?"

"Just us. If that's okay?"

"Sure. I'll see you at the club at 8:00." We walked out the doors of the building.

"I'd better get home. It's about a ten minute walk from here."

"No more walking. We'll be picking you up from now on. I mean, you are dating my brother, so you're like family." Sean said hugging me. I'm just glad Linda didn't get mad or jealous. I guess she knows that he only has eyes for her, as now I only have eyes for Angel.

"Good, I hate walking."

"Where do you live?" We all piled into Angel's jeep.

"Do you know where my Aunt Jenny lives?" I asked.

"I do." Angel spoke up.

"We bought the house next door to her."

"If you live next door to her, why didn't she drive you?" Willow asked as Staring the jeep, Angel pulled out of the school parking lot.

"She'd already left by the time I'd rolled out of bed and got dressed."

"What about your mom?" Xander said.

"Please, you think I want my mom dropping me off at school, no way. She'd insist on embarrassing me. Walking was the only alternative."

"Well, you ain't gotta worry about that anymore."

"Good. I'm already skinny enough; I don't want to you to be able to count every rib I have." I joked.

"I'll say. You're just perfect for me." He pulled into the little subdivision where I lived.