Author's note -

I decided to re-write this chapter because I was not happy with it at all! Thanks for all of the support. I'm currently in the midst of finals craziness but I will be working on this story. I promise.

-M.

Wesley slammed his fist against the Piper's front door again and prayed that Mrs. Piper wasn't home. Of course she wasn't - she would have had his balls in her purse thirty seconds after he yelled Bianca's name the first time. But for some unknown reason, he was given a piece of luck and he was going for it.

"Bianca!" Wesley yelled and banged against the door again. He was beginning to feel pathetic - even throughout all of Madison's bullshit, he had never once stood on her porch, begging for her to talk to him. The realization coupled with what this all meant plunged him into a momentary panic but Wes pushed it all away. He'd think about the implications later. Right now? He needed to see her.

Wes glanced - again - through the panes of glass in her front door and saw the dim light cast against the walls from the shitty Japanese horror film Bianca was undoubtedly watching. "Bianca! Come on, B! I know you're in there! Bianca! It's Wes!" He groaned to himself - who the hell else would it be? He jammed his finger into the doorbell repeatedly, and hoped that the unrelenting shrillness of the bell would be enough to rouse her and then -

Wesley sighed in relief as he heard her slamming her way up to the door and then suddenly, there she was, glaring up at him like she had a million other times over the years of their shared lives but something was different. Wesley swallowed deeply, suddenly nervous - another new sensation.

"I know it must be a hard concept for you, fuck face, but I do not want to see you!" she shouted and slapped his hand away from the doorbell. Bianca stared up at him and the amount of raw anger pulsing from her was unnerving. Wesley frowned and shoved his hands deeply into his pockets.

"Bianca-"

"You have exactly thirty seconds to explain why the hell you're here before I kick your ass," she hissed at him and Wesley barked out a laugh despite finding nothing funny about their current situation.

"Violence? So unlike you, B," he began.

"Like you know anything about me, Wesley," she said. Wes winced at the way she spat out his name - like it was something dirty, disgusting. "It's not like we're friends."

Wesley blinked stupidly at her and felt the insult right in the pit of his gut. "What do you mean we're not friends?"

Bianca rolled her eyes. "Let's be real. We have never been friends. We tried a little experiment - it worked for you and failed miserably for me. So, congratulations, Wesley. You're free. You don't have to associate with me or defend me or whatever anymore."

"Why are you so mad at me? I am so confused, Bianca," he said, his voice just above a whisper, and he stepped closer to her. Wesley felt adrenaline pumping through his veins but he had no idea why.

"Seriously?"

"You were on a date-"

"Yeah, I know I was on a date. And it was a fucking catastrophe-"

"I'm sorry but that wasn't my fault, B."

"Actually, Wesley. I think it was. Who taught the entire school that I was the Queen DUFF? You. Every single shithead who has called me DUFF in the past couple of weeks has you to thank for putting that nickname into their tiny fucking brains," Bianca said, jabbing a finger painfully into Wesley's chest. He reached up and grabbed her hand, closing his own around her's, and tightening his grip so that she couldn't escape. He stepped closer.

"I regret everything about that, B. I should have never called you that-"

"Well, you did. And let go of me. I'm tired, Wes. I want this entire night to be over and I don't want to see you-"

"Bianca. I think… I think I'm into you."

Bianca stopped fighting against him and blinked up at him. Wes smiled - it was the first time he ever truly saw Bianca Piper speechless. And then she glared at him again.

"Well isn't that fucking convenient. What? Did you need to hook up with Madison one last time to realize that you were messing around with the human version of venereal disease? Oh, wait, wait. No - you realized how pathetically inexperienced I am and want to keep me as some sort of secret fuck buddy because you know that no one else would dream of asking me out… or believe me if I told. Or wait! No! Even better - is Madison hiding in the bushes, recording this whole thing? Because that would really be the icing on top of the fucking cake that is my life."

Wesley dropped her hand and took a step back, shocked. He felt tension creeping into his shoulder muscles and felt the heat under the skin of his face. He stared at Bianca - did she actually think that he was such a fucking jackass that he'd use her or set her up? He clenched his jaw - teeth grinding - before responding.

"You must really think I am a shitty person," he said. "Yeah, I was a huge dick when I said that shit to you about the DUFF. I'd do anything to take it back but I can't. I said that I was sorry and I meant it. And guess what? I am into you. Without any agenda or motive - as unbelievable as that may be. But I hear you, B - loud and clear. Sorry for ruining your night." Wesley looked at her once more before turning and jumping off of the Piper's porch and jogging toward his own.

Wesley felt his heart pounding under his chest and his entire body was filled with nervous, electric energy. He paused for a minute after reaching the steps to his own dark house and glanced back towards the Piper's. Bianca was right where he left her, silhouetted beneath the porch light, staring at him - mouth open. Wesley let a breath out and ripped his shirt off, tossing it on to the porch, before turning and running off into the night. Running could cure anything he was going through and he prayed it'd grant him some clarity tonight.