A/N 2: Italics are thoughts. Also, in previous chapters, Wake Up, Time Zone has been both Wake Up, Sunnydale and Wake Up, Razorbacks. Let's pretend that it was Wake Up, Sunnydale the whole time. This is what it will be for the rest of the story. I think that it sounds better that way. You might notice that Faith is really out of character in this fic, but while I could easily change Cordelia's lines, it isn't so easy to change the entire plot of the story, which kind of rides on how Faith acts.
Disclaimer: I do not own Drive Me Crazy, contrary to popular belief. I just borrowed the concept, plot, and a few, ok a lot, of the lines from the movie.
And now onto the story!
Drive Me Crazy
By purplpenguin
(Kool Beans)
While the more popular members of Sunnydale High's student body were at the basketball game, a few students who didn't really care about popularity were not. Instead, these select few were at a bar where the lights were dimmed at smoke clogged the air. These students were not screaming and cheering their team on; they were having very important political discussions.
"The fact of the matter is," Faith was telling Tara, "that the Chinese government is so afraid of the Dalai Lama, they've actually outlawed his likeness." Tara just nodded at her friend.
"So, Xander," Dru questioned from where she was curled up in Spike's lap, "when are you gonna take over Wake Up, Sunnydale and get some real mews on? It's all about school spirit bullshit propaganda."
"Yeah. 'The excitement mounts as centennial nears.'" Kendra added.
"Hey, my buddy Xander is a plotter," Angel defended one of his long time friends.
"Mm-hmm," Xander commented as he sucked on his grape flavored sucker.
"Watch, you'll see," Spike chimed in.
"One day we're gonna look up in homeroom and Wake Up, Sunnydale will be…"
"Vivisection," Angel's previous words were cut off by a man coming onto the stage and beginning to speak into the microphone that was placed there. Angel paid the man no mind, and continued on, but in a quieter voice.
"…completely revolutionized."
"Hi, I'm Andrew," the man on the stage told the small crowd of people gathered in the bar. "I'm from the university's chapter of A.L.F." He paused for a moment. "That's Animal Liberation Front."
"Alf?" Angel questioned, causing himself, Spike, and Xander to start laughing. Faith glared at them, and shifted herself away from her boyfriend, whom she had been sitting next to, showing her annoyance at his behavior.
"I think that when you see what I'm about to show you what's going on in our laboratories right here on campus," Andrew continued, not knowing that he was being disturbed, "you'll understand why we're taking just a few minutes of your time." He stopped and snapped his fingers. "Lights." The already dimmed lights went off completely, allowing a slide show to appear on the wall behind the man on stage. "'Biomedical research.' That's the two-word excuse…"
"Maybe we should go?" Angel whispered in Faith's ear.
"…professors in the biology and chemistry departments give…"
"Angel, I want to see this," Faith told her uncomfortable boyfriend. She of course, did not realize how uncomfortable he was, nor did she now why he was uncomfortable. If she had, she may have left with him. But she didn't know, so they stayed for Andrew's entire presentation.
"…when asked about the abuses taking place in the laboratory."
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After Andrew had finally finished his speech, Angel and his friends left the depressing bar. Where they ended up was much more upbeat and loud. It was a club called the Bronze. The group of teens went there often, considering Oz was in one of the bands that often played at the club. Now, a different band was playing and blue strobe lights lit the dance floor.
"Hey, did we have to get so close?" Faith asked her boyfriend as he dragged her closer to the stage where the band was playing.
"Closer's louder!" Angel shouted back over the music.
"That's my point!" Faith shouted back.
"Mine too!"
"We can't talk up here!"
"We talked in the car!" at Angel's words, Faith just stared at him. Giving in, Angel followed his girlfriend over to the quieter bar section of the club.
"Is there something particular on your mind?" he asked sarcastically as they found an empty table and sat down. Faith rolled her eyes.
"I just don't see why you won't come with us tomorrow night."
"To Alf? Not everyone else is going. Spike isn't"
"Come on, it's right up your alley."
"I'm not interested. Drop it," Angel realized that he was getting defensive and calmed. "Look, you go, okay. Knock yourself out."
"I don't get you. You spend half of your life in detention protesting Hanson or the constipated hitter."
"Designated hitter," Angel corrected.
"Whatever. But when it comes to something really important-" she stopped, thinking about what she wanted to say.
"What?" Angel asked. Faith sighed as she looked down, then back up at him.
"You think you're so James Dean, Angel. But all this so-called rebellion- it's a joke."
"We're breaking up aren't we?" Angel asked, a small frown on his face. Faith sighed again, looking away.
"I just think that we're headed in different directions. That's all."
And with that said, Faith got up and walked away, looking back over her shoulder at Angel once as she did. Angel just sat there, looking depressed.