A/N: This chapter will be a little short as well :) But I promise the next chapter will be much longer. Thanks for reading guys.

Buffy fought to repress the sound of her heart rate echoing in her ears as she tried to maintain an annoyed expression.

Marty didn't falter at Buffy's stare. A corner of his mouth turned up in a sly half-smile as he pushed his seat back to approach her.

Buffy's eyes flickered behind Marty towards his group of friends who's attention had silently drifted towards them.

Good.

Her plan would only work if they were watching.

Buffy eyes snapped back to Marty who had finally decided to speak up.

"Well, I thought you'd be more excited to see me."

Buffy's eyes narrowed as she heard some of Marty's friends snicker behind him.

Just as she thought; that prick definitely told his friends about what had transpired over the phone last night.

Good.

This meant he would look like an even bigger fool when she's done with him.

"I don't know what you're talking about Marty..."

Buffy drawled as she tried to get her tone to the perfect mix of confused yet condescending.

Marty's half-smirk dropped for a split second before he let out an rueful laugh. He probably thought she was just messing with him as a joke.

"You can't be serious Buffy. Remember last night? Or do I need to...jog your memory a bit."

Buffy fought the impending blush that she knew would color her cheeks at the memory from last night. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized that he could out her at any second.

She wasn't sure if she would be able to go through with the plan if he voiced what had happened out loud. She would become frozen with embarrassment.

Buffy knew she would have to move fast.

Swallowing her bubbling nerves, she smoothed her facial expression to one of irritation and ignored the heat that was steadily crawling up the back of her neck.

Buffy took a step towards Marty, her eyes still narrowed.

"I literally have no idea what you're referring to. I was doing homework last night, creep."

Out of her peripherals, she saw some of Marty's friends snort.

Buffy's nostrils flared.

She had to be more convincing or they would just think she was lying and being defensive.

"Homework? Is that what you're calling it now?"

Buffy did nothing but cross her arms over her chest and raise her eyebrow, like he was really wasting her time.

Buffy saw Marty move towards her before he even said anything.

Now was her chance.

He reached out towards her wrist, to uncross her arms as some sort of misogynistic power-move no doubt.

Just as his hand skimmed the top of her forearm, Buffy recoiled harshly, as if she had been scalded by hot water.

"What the hell-don't touch me you perv! I don't know what you're talking about, but it never happened! And if you keep making shit up, we're going to have a problem."Buffy somewhat shrieked, gathering the attention of more people sitting in the tables surrounding her.

Marty's eyes widened drastically as he realized that the cafeteria had suddenly gone silent.

Everyone was staring at them.

Or more, staring at Marty for that matter.

Marty took a few steps backwards, stuttering as his face flooded with color.

"I-I'm n-not, I did'nt-"

"Hey just leave her alone, Marty."

It was Jonah Beck, who had somehow appeared at Buffy's side.

Jonah looked angry for the first time in forever, which was extremely unexpected. His bushy brows were furrowed and his hands were balled up in tight fists as his arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Everyone stared at the scene in mild shock as they took in the school's golden boy mouthing off against the resident popular kid.

It was so unlike Jonah to get involved in anything relating to a dispute.

Buffy had to silently thank Jonah for wanting to help, but she had really meant to do this all herself and didn't need to make an even bigger scene. She wanted Marty humiliated, not to get into some pointless brawl with Jonah.

Buffy said nothing as she stormed off with Jonah at her side, she didn't even notice Cyrus joining up with them halfway until after she shoved open the exit door.

Buffy allowed herself one last glance behind her only to see that Marty had left, mortified no doubt.

Buffy allowed herself a small satisfactory smile.

She did it.

Her plan worked.

She had humiliated the player- and that was the last time she would get manipulated by anyone, especially Marty.