Authors note: Thanks so much for the reviews! I understand that some people wanted Darla as Rosalie but I extremely disliked her, so apologise. Cordelia just struck me as the 'beauty is everything' type. Anyway, I can't believe I am past twenty reviews in three chapters. It is usually like three chapters and two reviews ha-ha. Thanks again! X

The last class of the day was Physics, which I showed resentment towards, and shuffled along my new friends as they escorted me to my class. I felt slightly abandoned when I had found out that the others were not in my class, although I waved this off and didn't sulk – I hated showing weakness. I nodded my head as I heard Anya speak to me, yet I had no idea what I had just nodded my head to.

Finally they stopped in front of a door and turned to me, frowning slightly at the thought of leaving me. I laughed at their guilt and grinned at them, proving that I was capable enough to last one class by myself. Xander hugged me around the shoulders before linking Anya, who gave me a small smile, and walking down the corridor to their next class. Oz wished me good luck and Willow gave me a short hug, they disappeared as well. I stood looking at the door for a moment, wondering if it was too wrong to skip class on my first day, when I heard footsteps stop behind me.

I spun around quickly, tripped over my own feet and fell into someone's chest. I looked up and was met by a pair of brown eyes staring at me in amusement. I thought they were Angel's so I jumped back up and almost fell backwards, although the boy slipped his arms around my waist and steadied me.

'Wow, you're the one to save,' chuckled the boy, dropping his arms from my waist.

I looked him up and down. He was dressed in a casual grey jumper and baggy blue jeans, a black rucksack strung over his shoulder. He had messy black hair with brown orbs, a thin frame and was much taller than me. His skin had a soft sun kissed glow, unlike the O'Conner family.

'I'm Parker Abrams,' he smiled, holding his hand out.

'Buffy Summers,' I said, shaking his hand.

'You're taking Physics?' Parker asked.

I nodded my head, frowning slightly at the thought of it. He noticed by expression and laughed, pushing the door open for me to walk through. I thanked him before shuffling inside, making sure not to fall over again, and waited for Parker to walk in as well. He smiled at me and led me over to Mr Howell, the Physics teacher.

Mr Howell was rather tall and skinny, his beard was bristly and his brunette hair was, for lack of a better word, floppy. He wore a grey suit and seemed rather dull, although his face split into a wide smile as I walked towards him. Parker stood behind me as Mr Howell took a step forwards towards me, holding out his hand. I hated not knowing how many hands I had shook today.

'Buffy Summers, right?' Mr Howell asked.

I nodded and smiled shyly. I looked towards the class and noticed Parker had sat down at the back of the class, watching me closely. I looked around and my heart came to a sudden stop when my eyes swirled within a pair of dark ones. Angel was sat at a table in the far corner, an empty side besides him – the only empty seat in the whole class. I gulped loudly as I turned back to Mr Howell, silently begging him to alter his seating plan.

'Hmm. Well, it seems that you will have to take a seat besides Mr O'Conner,' said Mr Howell.

I turned to look at Angel over my shoulder. His eyes looked darker than before as he squinted through his eyes at me, his fists curled tightly into balls as he watched me. I turned to Mr Howell and nodded, making my way towards Angel.

I couldn't seem to work out why he was giving me this glare of hatred. I surely hadn't done anything to offend him, he didn't even know me! I wondered if he even knew my name, I doubted it. Although, somewhere between his dangerous glare and my sweating palms, I couldn't help but thank god for letting me sit besides this God like boy. Even now, sitting down in my seats besides him, I couldn't help but feel my heart melt knowing he was besides me.

I looked towards him. His brown eyes stared into mine and I quickly looked away, blushing slightly. I flicked my hair from behind my shoulder and used it as a barrier to block him from my vision. However, I could still feel his glare on me.

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He had almost ran out of the door when the bell rang, leaving me feeling slightly uncomfortable. I sighed and rose to my feet, slinging my bag over my shoulder. We had just been copying notes this lesson which gave him a perfect excuse not to speak to me, but his eyes glared at me every few seconds.

'See you tomorrow, Buffy!' called Parker.

'Hmm? Oh, yes, see you!' I smiled, waving.

I dreamily walked out of the classroom and towards the exit of the school, relieved that the day was finally over. It seemed like I had been at this school longer than a day; well, after all, the people here were friendlier than at my last school.

I quickly rushed over to Mother's car when I saw her parked outside the school. I jumped inside and slammed the door shut, dropping my bag between my knees. I let a sigh of relief pass my lips as I realised that I was free to sleep my way through the rest of the day when I arrived home.

'Had a nice day?' asked Mom.

'Hmm,' I replied dozily.

Suddenly, a huge black Land Rover pulled out of the school parking lot and stopped besides us, waiting for the queue of cars to vanish. I looked up and almost gasped. The O'Conner family sat in the large car. Angel was upfront driving with Faith in the passenger seat; Spike, Riley and Cordelia were sat in the back. Angel's eyes suddenly caught mine. Before I knew it, his car had sped down the street away from us.

'The O'Conner family,' mumbled Mom.

I spun around in my seat and stared at her. How did she know the O'Conner family? Her eyes were too busy focusing on the road to notice my glare; I decided to ask her everything she had missed by my eyes.

'How do you know the O'Conner family?' I asked, relaxing slightly.

'Wesley O'Conner is the local doctor; he is brilliant at his job! And Tara O'Conner, his wife, stays at home but I've seen her in the butchers occasionally,' shrugged Mom.

'What do you know about the kids?' I said, trying my best to sound casual.

Mom looked at me from the corner of her eye, although shrugged and answered my question. 'Not much really. The family is very private, Buffy, they aren't social.'

I nodded and looked out of the window, watching the houses pass me by in a blur.

There were so many questions that I wanted an answer to. But, the real question was, how many answers would I receive? And, who would answer my questions?