What have I done? The thought kept going through Angel's mind. He was stunned and completely confused. He hadn't planned on fucking breaking up with her and then confessing his love. He. Was. An. Idiot.
Angel moved through the halls of the high school, it was two weeks to graduation, his graduation and then Buffy would be a senior. He still had to worry about college and all that bullshit, but he wasn't worried about that right now. Right now, he was concerned with the blonde goddess currently in a conversation with his brother.
Angel moved toward her while Connor made himself scarce. "Buffy." Angel greeted and she ignored him. She continued to shuffle around her locker, keeping her attention off of him.
"Listen, I want to talk about last night." He says and she turns, squinting at him. Then she looked away and slammed her locker shut, before walking away from him. He watched her go, feeling a sinking feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuck.
He moved quickly, going to walk next to her. "I know you're mad at me. I get that. I deserve it." He says, but she didn't so much as cast him a glance. He might as well have been dead for all she cared. He wet his lips, before spinning and slamming his hand against the wall, causing her to screech to a halt. She growled and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry." He said, sincerely. She said nothing, just crossed her arms.
"Really, Buffy, I am sorry. Please, just let me explain." He begged and she crossed her arms.
"Fine, explain." She says and he glanced around, the hallways were becoming less and less crowded, but he didn't want to do it here. Hell, he didn't want to do it anywhere.
"Buffy . . . it's not good. It's bad. Like really, really bad." He murmured and Buffy nodded slowly.
"Two seconds, Angel." She says and his anger spiked.
"Buffy, I waited nearly four months for you. Why on earth-?" She didn't allow him to finish.
"Yes, Angel and in that time, you were still hiding something from me. Were we only working out my problems in that time period? Because I didn't find out about Kathy's sick past or the guy you put into a coma? Because I didn't learn about your fuck for nothing of a father? Why is it, that I can tell you something, but you need more time to tell me?" Buffy asked.
"My father killed people in front of me. There, you happy?" he growled and she blinked, the anger seemingly dissipating from his face. Angel growled and turned, punching a locker and ignoring the pain that shot through his arm. The dent in the metal was worth it. He kicked the wall, feeling like a child, but needing something to bring him back from that reality.
"Angel." Buffy's soft voice broke him from his reverie.
"I'm sorry, that I didn't want to explain that to you, Buffy." Angel snapped and Buffy flinched, looking away and letting her hair hide her face.
"Listen, okay, great. I don't need the whole story, that's not fair of me to ask that of you. Just – you can't keep taking these secret phone calls and texts and trying to hide this whole part of your life from me. It's not fair to either of us and from what I can tell about Ethan and Beatrice, secrets don't exactly fuel a relationship." She was not wrong. Angel knew this.
"You thought I was cheating on you?" He asked and Buffy's lips twitched.
"Yeah and I even thought that you had some secret love child or something." Buffy joked and Angel chuckled.
"No, no secret love child." Angel reassured and Buffy smiled that brilliant smile.
"Good, because I would rather not try my hand at parenthood." Buffy says and Angel cocks his head to the side.
"You don't want kids?" He asked, because while his childhood was shit, he wanted kids. She stared at him for a moment, a blush that was completely adorable heating her cheeks.
"Yeah – I want kids." She mumbles.
"When I'm done having a life. I mean, I'm only – well, eighteen tomorrow." She says and Angel tensed, then he moved forward.
"You weren't going to let me miss your birthday, right?" He asked and she stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Well, what did you want me to do? We're fighting." She says.
"We were fighting and if we were still fighting and it was your birthday, I would expect you to wake me up at six in the morning with a bucket of ice water and command that I take you everywhere and anywhere. Duh." He says, giving her a look and she laughed.
"Everywhere and anywhere, huh?" She asked, crossing her arms and he nodded.
"Tomorrow is Saturday. It'll be tight, but I can work with that." Angel said nodding.
"Angel." Buffy says and Angel looks at her.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing big and things were said last night, things we can't just forget." Buffy says, ever the voice of reason. Angel sighs and grins at her, he had ideas for tomorrow and he wasn't going to let his fuck-up word vomit last night mess that up.
"Do-over. We can do do-overs and then we can death with the shit that was said another time. When I tell you everything." Angel says and Buffy's eyes narrow suspiciously.
"Why are you bouncing?" She asked. Was he? Oh, he hadn't noticed. He stopped.
"Because, I'm excited about tomorrow." Angel grinned from ear to ear.
"Nothing big, Angel." Buffy says, obviously agreeing with his bullshit do-over. He fucked up last night, but he was going to fix it.
"Alright, see you tomorrow." He went in for the kiss on the cheek, but she turned her head slight and captured his lips. He liked Buffy this way. Like really liked her. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her flush against him. God she was perfect. She was also driving him out of his mind. Which, he figured was a good thing. His mind wasn't exactly all sunshine and shitting rainbows.
He pulled back, her strawberry scent still lingering on his lips as her lavender and vanilla scent intoxicates the rest of his senses. His grip tightened possessively and her nails dug slightly into the skin of his neck. Fuck. He wanted her and it was becoming painful. Literally. He pulls himself away and clears his throat.
"Tomorrow." He says, his voice rough, even to his own ears. He kisses her quickly again before side-stepping her and making his way toward the exit of the school. He had things to plan and a cold shower to take.