Part 3
January 20, 2002
It was Buffy's first day in the new college. She transferred to NYU from
UCLA. She was on her sophomore year.
"E-Excuse me. Excuse me," she was trying to get people's attention to get
directions around campus. "Hey, can you tell me-"
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Excuse me do you know where-"
"No, I'm sorry, I have to be somewhere."
Buffy let out a sigh, ran a hand through her long, wavy hair, and looked
around her.
She was looking down at her schedule when she felt someone put a hand on her
shoulder. She looked up startled and met the eyes of a gorgeous man. He had
dark, spikey hair, brown eyes, tall, and well worked-out.
"Hey," he said, "you look lost."
"Well, um I, uh. Yeah. Do you know where the psychology building is?"
"Yeah, sure. Follow me." He lent her his arm and she held onto it. "I'm Liam
by the way. Liam McCall, but people like to call me Angel. I blame it on my
sister." He smiled down at her.
She smiled back up at her, *Your sister's smart* she thought. "Buffy
Summers."
"So tell me Buffy Summers, where do you come from?"
"LA."
"Oh, so you're a California girl. Why would you move to a colder climate?"
"I wanted to be far from my home right now."
"Ah. Now running away from your problems never solves them."
"I'm not running away, just putting them on hold. See, my mom just died, and
I couldn't take the pressures of the after-effects of it."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
She cleared her throat, "Enough about me. What about you?"
"Well, uh, I'm from here and in my last year. My dad's a bastard and my mom
is bearable. My sister's the only one that I can stand."
"It looks we both have family problems." They smiled at each other again.
"Well, here we are. Who do you have?"
She glanced at her schedule again, "Dickleman."
He laughed, "I had him. He's the 3rd door on your left. Good luck on trying
to stay awake."
"I'll try my best."
He looked down for a beat. "Is this your only class today?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, maybe I can meet you here after your class ends. Have some coffee
later?"
Buffy's smile got wider. "I'd love to."
Angel returned the smile, "Great. Well, I have to go. I'll see you then?"
"See you then," she repeated. She turned to go into the building.
Angel watched her go, straightened the bag on his shoulder, and whispered to
himself before he ran off, "Wow."
January 20, 2002
It was Buffy's first day in the new college. She transferred to NYU from
UCLA. She was on her sophomore year.
"E-Excuse me. Excuse me," she was trying to get people's attention to get
directions around campus. "Hey, can you tell me-"
"I'm sorry. I can't."
"Excuse me do you know where-"
"No, I'm sorry, I have to be somewhere."
Buffy let out a sigh, ran a hand through her long, wavy hair, and looked
around her.
She was looking down at her schedule when she felt someone put a hand on her
shoulder. She looked up startled and met the eyes of a gorgeous man. He had
dark, spikey hair, brown eyes, tall, and well worked-out.
"Hey," he said, "you look lost."
"Well, um I, uh. Yeah. Do you know where the psychology building is?"
"Yeah, sure. Follow me." He lent her his arm and she held onto it. "I'm Liam
by the way. Liam McCall, but people like to call me Angel. I blame it on my
sister." He smiled down at her.
She smiled back up at her, *Your sister's smart* she thought. "Buffy
Summers."
"So tell me Buffy Summers, where do you come from?"
"LA."
"Oh, so you're a California girl. Why would you move to a colder climate?"
"I wanted to be far from my home right now."
"Ah. Now running away from your problems never solves them."
"I'm not running away, just putting them on hold. See, my mom just died, and
I couldn't take the pressures of the after-effects of it."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
She cleared her throat, "Enough about me. What about you?"
"Well, uh, I'm from here and in my last year. My dad's a bastard and my mom
is bearable. My sister's the only one that I can stand."
"It looks we both have family problems." They smiled at each other again.
"Well, here we are. Who do you have?"
She glanced at her schedule again, "Dickleman."
He laughed, "I had him. He's the 3rd door on your left. Good luck on trying
to stay awake."
"I'll try my best."
He looked down for a beat. "Is this your only class today?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, maybe I can meet you here after your class ends. Have some coffee
later?"
Buffy's smile got wider. "I'd love to."
Angel returned the smile, "Great. Well, I have to go. I'll see you then?"
"See you then," she repeated. She turned to go into the building.
Angel watched her go, straightened the bag on his shoulder, and whispered to
himself before he ran off, "Wow."