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Cordelia Chase was not happy. At all.
Cordelia Chase was the kind of girl who usually had everything she could possibly want and more. She had lived a pampered life, and no demand had ever been too much, too hard to obtain. She could reel off a list of very specific commands and she knew that she would get everything on that list. And that made her happy. It comforted her, knowing that she could have anything she wanted. It made her smug, it made her selfish, and overall it made her very confident. It was an extremely rare day when Cordelia Chase was unsure, like any other normal girl her age.
But now there was something on her list of demands that she couldn't get. It was right at the very top, above everything else; it had gone from being just a regular given and was now the thing that she wanted most in the world. She was pretty sure that she would swap most of the other things, if only this desire could come true. But for some reason, this desire didn't seem to be getting the message. The object of her affection (or as much affection as the always-cool cheerleader could muster) was still very much out of her reach.
Stupid Angelus! Couldn't he see that she was regretting the fact that they were no loner an item? Hadn't she showed him that? Hadn't she spent about a week showing him that they belonged together? She had worn red-carpet worthy outfits, with hemlines that revealed every inch of her beautiful long legs…she had waited, quite patiently, she thought, for the day when Angelus would turn to her, possibly in front of the whole school, get down on one knee and beg for her forgiveness, and promise that he was hers for the rest of their lives…or however long she wanted him. But sadly all of this was just a fantasy.
She didn't understand it at all. She had eliminated the competition. Buffy Summers had had her pathetic little hopes totally crushed. Served her right for getting greedy. She was the new kid- what was she thinking, trying to hook up with the most popular guy in the school? Especially if the most popular guy in school had a fabulous, beautiful girlfriend.
Buffy had been dealt with, for trying to screw with what Cordelia and Angelus had-Have. What they have. Because it wasn't over until Cordelia had said it was over. And she certainly hadn't said that yet.
All she had to do was get Angelus back. Simple as that.
Monday morning came around all too quickly for Cordy. She rose early on the day: she had a lot to do.
This was all just a game, and she intended to win. In a game, you have to play to your strengths- and figure out the weaknesses of your opponent.
Cordelia rolled up at school the next morning dressed to kill (metaphorically kill, not the yicky kind of kill, she couldn't help thinking). She stepped out of her car in the parking lot in one simple fluid movement, her heels meeting the tarmac of the ground as the sun shone down perfectly. Leaning over, she checked her reflection in the car window.
She wore a tiny black dress, which showed off all of her best assets. It was tight- the top was practically a corset, and she had to be tied into it at the back, but it was all worth it .The dress was made of a silky material, and emphasized her curves. She knew Angelus would like the dress. After all, he was there when she had bought it several months ago. She could still remember watching his eyes widen as she stepped out of the changing cubicle. The memory made her smug with sureness.
The dress made her legs, smooth and tanned, go on forever. She wore a chunky pair a wedge sandals, that gave her confidence with every step; if Angel was still hung up on that wimp blonde, then she needed the extra boost. She smiled, admiring her glossy red lips, her outlined eyes and her shiny hair, twisted up into a sleek bun. Her shoes would undoubtedly cost more than Buffy, or any of the other girls had spent on the entire outfits. A necklace hung from her slim neck; it wasn't the perfect shade of red, the same as her lips, and she had other pieces of jewellery that would have suited the outfit better, but it was a total must. After all, it had been a present from Angelus.
Breathing in the intoxicating scent of her perfume, her legendary predator look slid into place as she began to strut into the building. All eyes turned to her. Draws dropped and geeks drooled onto their math homework. She looked stunning.
Although the obvious adoration pleased Cordelia, she tried to concentrate on the whole purpose of today-getting Angelus back. All she had to do was find him-
Damn, she cursed as the bell rang, signalling homeroom. She sighed, checked her hair in her compact mirror, and left.
Homeroom, of course, was missing something important- Angelus. Cordelia fanned herself vigorously with the school newsletter, which had just been handed out. She wasn't the only one messing with it though. The school newsletter had become something of a joke lately, full of jokes with hidden meaning, or weird poetry….basically, nobody understood a word in it. Today, 25 had been handed out in Cordelia's homeroom. Most of them would just end up in the trash, after about an hours worth of paper planes had annoyed the hell out of everyone else.
The bell rang for first class: English. True, most of the school's geek squad were in this class and the next class, Chemistry- but in Chemistry, there was Angelus. Knowing that put a smile on her face, and she was the first one out of the door for once in her education.
English, like every other lesson was a bore. Usually, Cordelia got involved in the discussions, mainly because she liked the sound of her own voice, as well as producing outlandish ideas and leaving the others in awe. Well, they were pretty awed a couple of times…maybe.
Cordelia doodled in the margin of her notebook. She drew hearts, and crowns, and bold letter A's. As the others discussed the topic, she drew. Looking up for a fraction of a second, she saw that only fifteen minutes had passed. Rolling her eyes, she turned to stare out of the window- but something caught her attention.
She could see Buffy Summers, sat diagonally in front of her. She too, was not concentrating on the teacher and her rambling. She too was doodling. Cordelia leaned forward, and strained to see what she was drawing. She saw a heart, and a question mark, sketched faintly on the inside cover of Buffy's jotter. She was sure there was an initial. As she leaned forward to see, the door opened.
It was Angelus. Cordelia almost fell of her chair. The nerd behind her gave her what he must have thought was a cool, critical look. Cordelia glared at him and he looked like he was going to cry. Satisfied, she turned back round to the front and fixed all of her attention on Angelus.
He had handed the teacher a green slip of paper, and as she read it quietly, his eyes drifted around the room. Look at me!!!Cordy prayed, Look at me!!!! But praying was no good. His eyes never drifted to her, never searched hers and examined her in that intense way of his that made her weak at the knees. If anything, he seemed to be avoiding looking at anyone. I'm just being paranoid, she told herself, and coughed, trying to capture his attention. But in a second, the teacher was handing him back his letter with thanks, as he left and looking up at the class.
"Buffy Summers," She said, and Buffy looked up nervously. "Mr Stalin wants to see you in his office."
Ignoring the usual fake ,low gasp of disappointment, Buffy stuffed her things in her bag and left the room after Angelus. After a second, the discussion continued. Cordelia slumped back into her seat. Something wasn't right.
Then she heard her name.
"Sorry?"
The teacher was looking at her expectantly. "Do you have anything you would like to add to Debbie's opinion?"
Cordelia stood up suddenly. The nerd behind her that had been terrified by her killer glare whimpered and knocked his pencil case off the table. The people around him giggled.
"Actually, I'm not feeling so good. Could I be excused to go to the Nurse's office?"
Cordelia tried to look as sick as possible. When she was given the hall pass, the pained expression left her face, and her eyes narrowed as she began to stalk down the corridor. Something was going on and she intended to get to the bottom of it.
When Buffy had left the classroom, she had wanted to say something to Angel, but he had vanished. Feeling a little disappointed, she made her way to Mr Stalin's office, and wondered what the usually mellow Algebra teacher wanted with her. She couldn't remember ever doing anything wrong in his class, and Willow had been helping her with her homework lately, so it couldn't be about that…
She turned the corner slowly, pushing the hair out of her eyes and pulling her bag onto her shoulder uncomfortably.
It all happened in a second. One second she was carrying on down the corridor, the next she was being pulled into a dark Janitors Closet in a flurry of opening and closing doors. The next thing she was aware of was being pressed gently up against the wall, her arms pinned beside her.
The light flicked and she saw Angel, holding her up against the wall with a smile on his face.
"Not that I'm complaining but what're you doing?" She asked breathlessly. He let out a low laugh.
"What d'you mean? I've got a free period. You're visiting Mr Stalin." He buried his face in her neck and began pressing kisses to the flesh he found there. Buffy forced herself not to respond.
"Well," She began," I've never been called into Mr Stalin's office before- but I'm pretty sure the meeting wouldn't go anything like this." Angel stopped, and smiled a hidden smile as he heard the whimper she gave as his lips left her skin.
"Was that a complaint?" He teased and made to pull away. Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, and pulled him closer, kissing him gently on his lips. "No." She said, her voice muffled. He smiled as she captured his mouth again and pulled him closer to her. Damn, he was a good kisser.
Every touch of his lips made her feel shaky. She buried her fingers in his hair, as his hands trailed down her back to her waist. He found exposed flesh where her shirt had rode up and he stroked it gently. She arched up against him, as he slid his hands underneath her shirt, and rested them against her lower back, enjoying the soft, cool skin her found there. His fingers burnt into her flesh and made it tingle.
After a few minutes, Buffy broke off.
"I really…"
"I know." Angel finished the sentence for her, and understood, but continued the kiss, pulling her even closer. But Buffy wasn't distracted. Much.
"You know, this isn't educational, in the classical sense. We should…"
"I know." Angel told her again and pushed her back into the wall and kissed her even more passionately than before. Buffy let out a low moan and responded.
After another minute, they broke off again, and Angel rested his forehead against hers. He drank in the sight of her, with her tousled hair, her flushed cheeks and her shallow breathing. He loved knowing that he affected her. God dammit, she affected him. Just looking at her made him want to stay in this closet. His eyes burned with passion and need and he knew she saw it.
"Class." She reminded him shakily. He nodded. There was a moment of unsure silence, where neither one moved. It could have gone either way, as they stared at each other, their eyes speaking volumes.
It felt odd when they separated, when her hands unwound from his hair, when his warm hands left her cool skin. She immediately missed his touch, as she rubbed her hand over her mouth and straightened her shirt. She felt colder than ever now. What would happen, she wondered, if she didn't go back to class? If they stayed here, in the closet and carried on with what they had started? What they hadn't yet finished?
"Are you okay?" Angel asked her, and she forced herself to nod. She knew that he felt the same way, but he seemed to be better at controlling it.
He pressed a detached kiss on her forehead with a great deal of self restraint.
"I'll see you later." He promised her and she nodded. He gave her a half-smile as he opened the door a crack to check if the coast was clear. Buffy waited. He was silent for a few seconds, his body tense.
"What? Angel what is it?" She asked urgently. He didn't say anything. After a second or so, he shook his head.
"I thought I saw something move." He opened the door, and they slipped out, flicking off the light behind them and shutting the door quietly. The corridor appeared to be empty, and the sounds of teaching were a comforting buzz behind the closed doors. "I must just be paranoid." Angel told her reassuringly.
With a wary goodbye, they went their separate ways. Angel headed down towards the gym, and Buffy slipped into the bathroom before she returned to class.
For a second, the corridor was quiet and still. Then there was a rustling, as a figure stepped out from behind a large potted plant tucked in an alcove a metre or so before the Janitors closet. It was, of course Cordelia, eyes wide, jaw hanging low in shock. Oh my God, she thought, Oh my God.
The real nurse was ill. Typical. Her stand in was a nervous looking woman in her early twenties, who blinked repeatedly all the time. She seemed terrified as she popped a thermometer into Cordelia's mouth.
"Now, I'll just take you temperature," She told her timidly, " So I can see what's wrong with you."
Cordelia did not reply. She sat in a furious silence, as the nurse, obviously uncertain with an actual patient, rushed around the room, straightening things then making them crooked again a few seconds later. And she blinked constantly.
How had this happened? HOW? Cordelia had done everything right! She had spouted all that crap about being the victim of the situation. And Buffy had swallowed all of it, she had been so sure! So why were her and Angelus making out in a closet?? A closet, for God's Sake!!!!
The nervous nurse came back over and gently tugged the thermometer from Cordelia's mouth.
"Well?" The teenager snapped impatiently. The thermometer nearly fell to the floor.
"It-it's 98.6 degrees. You're fine."
"I'm sick." Cordelia spat furiously, "I'm ill." And she did actually feel a little sick. This was like her worst nightmare. She had been dumped for some fake blonde, yeah, but it was so much worse than that- she, Cordelia Chase, ruler of the school, was a poor choice compared to…The New Girl. Her place at the top was threatened. She couldn't let anyone find out about this…this disaster. It would haunt her for the rest of her life if people found out. Something had to be done.
Today.