Her head throbbed and she could have sworn she heard pounding in it. She looked up at the person addressing her. He was male, elderly, he wore a blue sweater and a loose pair of pants.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said accepting his hand and letting her pull her up. She fell back against the wall
"You're not fine. Come on and sit down." He led her to the chair in the library and she sat. "I'm Rupert Giles."
"Buffy Summers. I was sent here to get my text books before second period."
"Of course." Giles said busying himself at the bookshelves. "Which ones do you need?"
"Let's see, Algebra two, Advanced literary concepts, Government, Chemistry and French 1-2."
Giles gathered the books and sat them down in front of her. She gazed at them shocked at how large they were. "Sheesh, what do you think I am, an Iron man?!"
"I know it seems a lot miss summers but you could always use your locker."
"I don't have one. I came too late in the year. I'm actually stronger than I look though so I should be fine."
"Alright." She stood up, not feeling dizzy anymore and heading towards the doors. "I should get to my first class. Buffy loved the idea of sleeping in a little late so she could get to class on time. She had periods 2-7 instead of 1-6. It suited her more, gave her time to sit up and write at night; or sneak out, whichever came first.
"Nice meeting you Miss Summers." She vaguely heard him call. Buffy entered her English classroom and took a seat in the back next to the corner. She figured since class wasn't supposed to start for a minute or two she could work on the poem she started
"Hidden deep within my eyes
Are secrets deep along with lies
I wish I could just tell someone
The truth but I haven't found the one"
She heard somebody read over her shoulder. "I like it."
She looked up at a tall boy, his black jacket billowing behind him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"Oh, I was reading your…god do you call that poetry? You've got a lot to learn." He walked away before she had a chance to retort.
"Yeah well…" She couldn't think of anything and just stared after the bleached blonde boy sitting two seats in front of her. 'who is that boy?"
AN: They met!! Well in a way…you know what I mean…anyways, please read and review!!EscapeUnderTheStars
