Chapter 11
After she was done blow-drying her long sunshine blonde locks, Buffy dressed in a little warmer clothes than she usually did at this time of year. She pulled on a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her curves beautifully, and a nice long blue sweater so she could be warm.
She looked around for a pair of nail clippers, after she hadn't found them in her bathroom or in her dresser; she thought that perhaps they were in the side dresser to her bed. She figured it was worth a shot. Searching through everything in the table, she came across the bottom and found a shiny silver object. Thinking, "Thank God," Buffy pulled it out and got a very unpleasant surprise.
She sat down on her bed with the silver object in her hand, the glare creating a soft shine on her face. She once looked upon this object with love and devotion, feeling something special when she wore it. She had totally forgotten about it until just now as she pulled it out.
His words echoed in her ear and in her mind as she remembered the night that he had given this to her. They had just made love for the first time and as they laid in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their passion for each other, he had reached over and swooped in again, lifting her off her feet with his words.
He had told this romantic story and had told her that she didn't have to wear it if she wasn't ready. Ironically it was one of the only times he had ever given her a choice about something.
For some reason that was beyond her, she slipped the chain on over her neck and decided to wear it that night to the game. She knew what its purpose was, but it was so beautiful. She hated to let a good piece of jewelry go to waste. Smiling to herself in the mirror, she ran downstairs, locked the door and was on her way.
With a smile that said, "I'm fabulous! How about you?" she walked onto the football field and cheered as she saw the quarterback go in for a touchdown. Seeing Xander at the end of the bleachers, she ran down to give him a hug.
"How's it going Buff?" he asked her as he let go of her after their initial hug.
She shrugged hoping that everything that night had been going as smoothly as possible. Willow had told her early on that she didn't have to be there at the very start of the game. Since Buffy hadn't been there for court, and since there was nothing else she could do, to just take her time and get there when she got there.
Of course Buffy took this as "Eat fast and get here on the double so I don't have to have the whole entire world on my shoulders!"
Buffy chuckled as she saw Willow running around behind the press box making sure that all the floats were getting ready to go at half time. Leaving Xander, Buffy walked over to her best friend and asked if she needed any help.
"Could you just make sure that all the cars are ready to go when the band is done and off the field? Oh and make sure that the cheerleaders are ready to go as soon as the clock strikes zero!" Willow called as she had already started to walk away. She knew the drill.
Finally the big moment came. The floats went across the field shining in the glory of the cheering crowd. Mrs. Carlson came over the PA and informed the crowd about the theme and what each class made and why they chose what they did. And then she announced the winner.
"And the winner of the 2012 Homecoming Float is- The senior class!"
The seniors all roared with happiness as they stood up and clapped in excitement. Buffy hollered and cheered along with them, proud of her class, the one time in the year that she was proud of. Most days she absolutely despised her classmates. They were immature little shits that needed to grow up and realize that the world didn't revolve around them.
An hour later, the game was finally over. The Sunnydale High Razorbacks had made a stunning victory over the Edmontville Aggies making the score 31-17.
Buffy walked into the school gym explaining to who was working the admissions desk that she was on Student Council and was on clean up crew later that night. It was her free ticket in and she did intend to clean up.
She was walking by the pop machines when she saw him leaning against the wall looking at her without his usual attire. Instead of a white t-shirt that he wore, he was wearing a nicer black one with a gold chain. He still sported his black leather jacket and tight jeans, but damn he looked fine if Buffy did say so herself.
They made eye contact and he smirked at her, his dark eyes illuminating at her with such a powerful force, it was almost as if one of them blinked they would miss the other one. He smirked at her with eyes telling her that he definitely wanted to do things to her after the dance. She couldn't say that she would totally disagree to that idea so she gave him her best flirtatious smile in return.
The way he looked and the way that he was leaning against the wall, everything about him was screaming James Dean in Rebel Without A Cause. He had that whole "bad boy" thing going on and she always had found that incredibly sexy. She knew that that road had its cautions but she also knew that a lot of that had to do with him personally and that it wasn't all just because he had that image.
The DJ had started playing and to start off the dance, he played a fast song to which Buffy and her mystery man met in the middle of the dance floor. Licking her lips she grew a little nervous. He looked cool, confident, a little cocky and she fell completely for him then and there.
"Hi," he greeted first.
"Hello," she returned.
Noticing the song ending and a slow one starting, neither one of them asked the other to dance, but they just enveloped each other in the other's arms and started to dance to the music. As the lyrics started to come over the speakers, Buffy wanted to jump out of his arms and make a run for the hills.
It was the song she and *he had shared.
Easily, the boy Buffy was dancing with sensed her tension as the lyrics came over the PA system.
Instead, her mystery hall man tightened his grip on her waist and leaned in close to her and whispered to her, "By the way, my name? It's Billy Fordham, but you can call me Ford,"
