CHAPTER EIGHT
JELLO INCIDENT
"Incidents lead to other incidents, which lead to other incidents. Then you say things you don't really mean and among it all you find out stuff you didn't really want to know."
"Okay so histories next right?" Angel asked, a frown on his face, "And I have that with you."
"Correct," said Buffy, "Although that's not a word your going to be hearing from the teacher a lot."
"What's his name?" asked Angel.
"Mr Harrold."
"So what's this stuff called?" Angel asked, holding up the spoon he held, filled with a jiggling red substance.
"Jello," Buffy said rolling his eyes, he had asked her what it was five times already.
"And it's supposed to taste nice right?" Angel asked.
"Yes," said Buffy in an extremely patient voice.
"Here goes," Stan's face was scrunched up, his eyes tightly shut, he brought the jello to his mouth and...
"Hey guys," Xander walked up to them, returning from the long line. Slapping Stan hard on the back he asked, "What ya doin?" As it was Xander, and he was slapping Angel on the back it wasn't very light, not even close.
Angel spluttered and coughed, he couldn't stop, his eyes were watering.
"Angel?" Buffy called, "Angel are you okay?"
He spluttered, coughing harder, Buffy handed him a juice box, "Drink it," she said. Angel obeyed taking a small sip, the coughs weren't so bad, he wiped away the collection of water in his eyes.
"I think your food went down the wrong way," Xander said.
Buffy glared daggers at him, "He could have chocked," she said, "Are you brain dead Xander, he's not a vampire anymore."
"Not a vampire anymore,' the words echoed in Angel's thoughts, nagging at him.
"Well sorry," Xander snapped, "Jeesh I didn't do it on purpose."
Angel noticed everyone was looking there way, the cafeteria was deadly silent.
"Are you okay Stan," a girl near by simpered at him.
"Yeah," he said, "Yeah, hey I almost choked." a small grin spread on his face, "Wow, I choke now, I mean I could before, but now I can actually die."
"Right," said the girl, taken a back.
"I think he's got concussion," said a jock.
"That's when you hit your head, idiot," Xander snapped at him.
"Yeah well maybe it works with lack of oxygen too," the guy replied.
"Anyway, he hasn't been acting himself lately," said another guy, "Sitting with you freaks, maybe he's sick."
"Maybe they've drugged him, you know," said a girl, 'Cause their such losers and they think he'll make them popular. We all know Buffy is a freak, weird things happen around her."
"Buffy's not a freak," said Angel defensively, standing up.
"What do you mean man?" asked the jock that had first spoken, "Everyone know's she is, you even made jokes about her. I mean she's a sweet dish to look at but she's not exactly on the sane side of things."
"Yeah well I was wrong," Angel said coldly, "and if anyone ever looks at her, even glances her way, calls her a sweet dish again, even think it they'll have me to answer to."
'Oh my God," came Cordelia's voice, "Stan, are you saying that your going out with Buffy?"
Before Angel could reply even think about it Buffy said yes. He felt stunned, she was grinning.
"Stan's going out with me," Buffy said, almost triumphantly.
