The characters are introduced into the story. Buffy meets new friends.
Angel spies Buffy...
P.S. Sorry it took a while to get this chapter out! I've been busy with Christmas going on.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! ( And a very happy New Year!!! )
Dedication: To my first few reviewers. Oh, and to Santa!!!
Chapter Two
Buffy walked into Sunnydale High warily. Some people were giving her odd looks, while some
people weren't looking at her at all. Her boots clicked on the linoleum of the hallway. She'd been
to the office the day before and had gotten all the materials she would need. But one thing stuck out in her mind from that day: she had seen this boy as she left the school; tall, dark, annoying in a handsome sort of way, yet she was sure he was a student. He stared at her, and she stared right back at him. Then Dawn had to go make some sarcastic comment that made Buffy turn her head. When she looked back to where the boy had been, he was gone. She thought of him now.
All right. My locker should be around here someplace....
Right about... here!
Buffy tried to work the combination lock, but it wouldn't budge.
Stupid... lock... just... open!
Sigh. She never had been good at opening things.
"Can I help you?"
Buffy turned to the voice. A tall boy was standing next to her, with shaggy brown hair and a sincere smile on his face. She smiled back.
"Maybe. I just can't seem to get my locker open..."
He motioned for her to step aside, then proceeded to attack the lock. After a few minutes worth of fiddling with it, it finally opened.
Buffy smiled gratefully as the bell rang. " Thank you. "
"Anytime." The boy fidgeted a bit as Buffy dumped her books in her locker and closed the door.
"What class do you have now? Oh - and I just remembered you don't know my name. It's Xander."
"Well, I have... Biology, this period, and my name's -- "
Xander cut her off. " Buffy, I know."
Buffy looked at him in amusement. " Wow. Word sure gets around fast here."
"It's not every day we get transfer students. And, well, not much else to do in a one - Starbucks town like Sunnydale," remarked Xander. Catching a familiar face, he called someone over. "Hey! Willow!" He waved. A girl about Buffy's height with long straight red hair and a sweet smile approached them. Buffy noticed how her eyes lit up when she saw Xander.
"Hey! How's my favorite Geometry-wizard?"
Xander groaned. " Not too well, I fear. Save me?"
Willow smiled again. " Always." Then, noticing the pretty blonde girl looking on, she continued. " Hi! Oh, you must be Buffy! Because, ya know, there's only one transfer student that I heard about, and since you look all new, and sorta lost, and... I'm babbling again, aren't I?"
Xander gently patted her on the shoulder as they entered the classroom. " Just a little. "
Willow nodded. " Oh. Well, anyway, Buffy - that is your name, right?" at Buffy's nod, she continued, " I'm Willow, so um, welcome to Sunnydale High! It's not as fun as I'm making it sound, but then again, I'm a nerd."
Yep, that's our Willow; our own little brainy Smurf," Xander added.
"Great," Buffy said. These two seemed nice enough; and Dawn was wrong. I make friends, she thought. I just don't make them by having the latest videogame.
*****
The cigarette flared as Spike inhaled deeply. He and his girl Dru, watched the new girl Buffy, was it? from under the darkened patio. Well, she is a pretty little thing, isn't she, he mused. Blonde and small, just over five feet, but with a certain grace and a charm he had seen others try to perfect for years. That skirt, he thought... was she just trying to provoke the hormone-charged boys covering the campus? Probably. But he was taken. Though everyone thought Dru was psychotic, but it wasn' true. A Goth - a pretty one at - , and a little crazy, yes. But she wasn't psychotic. No way. Not his Princess.
But he knew one bloke who was provoked. Utterly and completely, this girl had taken his eye. Angel O ' Connor was a junior, captain of the varsity football team, Spike's best friend, and had been Homecoming King the past three years. Unsurprisingly, he was the girl-magnet of Sunnydale High. Everyone from the lowliest geek to Cordelia Chase wanted him, and he knew it. What was surprising was that with all the willing females in the school, he had only dated a college girl named Darla during his Freshman year. So there he stood in all his glory in the darkened corner opposite Spike, brooding and watching the new girl.
"Oh come on, Angel, she's a Sophomore for God's sakes!"
Angel never took his eyes off of Buffy. " You're a Sophomore."
Spike grimaced. " Yeah, mate, don't remind me. And what's she doing hanging with those two?," pointing to Willow and Xander, " That's a sure way to kill a reputation... hell, even before a repuation starts!"
Dru chuckled. " Oh, Spike... come now. They are middle-class students, at the least. Rosenberg's nice enough, as is Xander... come on. Besides, who are we to judge them?," she said, running her eyes over his black leather ensemble. It was Southern California, in April, and the few showers the sunnier end of the state got were already over. Leather may be fashionable, but not in the dead of what could be considered summer.
Meanwhile, Angel's brow furrowed even further. " Should I talk to her?... oh, I don't know... No, it's too soon... isn't it? Wait," He said taking a deep breath. Spike chuckled inside. Angel would kill him if Spike ever said it out loud, but it was quite funny to see him go all crazy over a girl. Angel was the solemn one, the polite one; he never danced when they went out, and he never lost his cool. Until now.
" I can do this. I'm going over there. Now." He waited. " Okay, feet moving... alright. It appears I'm stuck - " he stumbled into the sun as Spike shoved him out from under the patio. " Go on, you poof!" Angel turned to glare at him, then continued on his way.
*****
Angel was almost to Buffy when a familiar, yet annoying body blocked his way. Inwardly groaning, he forced a smile.
"Cordelia. Hi."
Cordy was as impeccably dressed as usual; short, tight blue dress, with a sheer top over it, nodoubtedly an overly expensive brand; a product of a shopping spree with Daddy's credit card. Cordelia Chase was popular all right, but Angel had never really cared about that... or her. She had always put the moves on him, and he always resisted, but now was really not a good time...
"Hi." She batted her eyes at him, pulling her sunglasses down with her pinky to look at him. " Look. I wanted to know the details of what we're doing for Prom. Technically, the limo, the - " she was cut off by Angels' infuriated look. " What?"
" For the last time, Cordelia. We are not going to Prom. I have never gone out with you. I have never asked you to Prom. So please, find someone else to bother. I'm busy. " As he brushed past Cordelia, he knew her jaw had hit the floor.
She quickly recovered. " So rude!," she exclaimed loudly at his retreating form., and hastily left.
*****
Angel was finally free.
But when he reached the table where Buffy and her new friends had been, they were gone.
Damn!
**** A.N.: So? How did ya like it? R / R!!! I don't know how to direct the storyline if I don't know if people like it or hate it!:) Writing this stuff is so fun!! ( This is my first story, so... I'm having fun. ) Let me know if you are, too!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
P.S. Sorry it took a while to get this chapter out! I've been busy with Christmas going on.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! ( And a very happy New Year!!! )
Dedication: To my first few reviewers. Oh, and to Santa!!!
Chapter Two
Buffy walked into Sunnydale High warily. Some people were giving her odd looks, while some
people weren't looking at her at all. Her boots clicked on the linoleum of the hallway. She'd been
to the office the day before and had gotten all the materials she would need. But one thing stuck out in her mind from that day: she had seen this boy as she left the school; tall, dark, annoying in a handsome sort of way, yet she was sure he was a student. He stared at her, and she stared right back at him. Then Dawn had to go make some sarcastic comment that made Buffy turn her head. When she looked back to where the boy had been, he was gone. She thought of him now.
All right. My locker should be around here someplace....
Right about... here!
Buffy tried to work the combination lock, but it wouldn't budge.
Stupid... lock... just... open!
Sigh. She never had been good at opening things.
"Can I help you?"
Buffy turned to the voice. A tall boy was standing next to her, with shaggy brown hair and a sincere smile on his face. She smiled back.
"Maybe. I just can't seem to get my locker open..."
He motioned for her to step aside, then proceeded to attack the lock. After a few minutes worth of fiddling with it, it finally opened.
Buffy smiled gratefully as the bell rang. " Thank you. "
"Anytime." The boy fidgeted a bit as Buffy dumped her books in her locker and closed the door.
"What class do you have now? Oh - and I just remembered you don't know my name. It's Xander."
"Well, I have... Biology, this period, and my name's -- "
Xander cut her off. " Buffy, I know."
Buffy looked at him in amusement. " Wow. Word sure gets around fast here."
"It's not every day we get transfer students. And, well, not much else to do in a one - Starbucks town like Sunnydale," remarked Xander. Catching a familiar face, he called someone over. "Hey! Willow!" He waved. A girl about Buffy's height with long straight red hair and a sweet smile approached them. Buffy noticed how her eyes lit up when she saw Xander.
"Hey! How's my favorite Geometry-wizard?"
Xander groaned. " Not too well, I fear. Save me?"
Willow smiled again. " Always." Then, noticing the pretty blonde girl looking on, she continued. " Hi! Oh, you must be Buffy! Because, ya know, there's only one transfer student that I heard about, and since you look all new, and sorta lost, and... I'm babbling again, aren't I?"
Xander gently patted her on the shoulder as they entered the classroom. " Just a little. "
Willow nodded. " Oh. Well, anyway, Buffy - that is your name, right?" at Buffy's nod, she continued, " I'm Willow, so um, welcome to Sunnydale High! It's not as fun as I'm making it sound, but then again, I'm a nerd."
Yep, that's our Willow; our own little brainy Smurf," Xander added.
"Great," Buffy said. These two seemed nice enough; and Dawn was wrong. I make friends, she thought. I just don't make them by having the latest videogame.
*****
The cigarette flared as Spike inhaled deeply. He and his girl Dru, watched the new girl Buffy, was it? from under the darkened patio. Well, she is a pretty little thing, isn't she, he mused. Blonde and small, just over five feet, but with a certain grace and a charm he had seen others try to perfect for years. That skirt, he thought... was she just trying to provoke the hormone-charged boys covering the campus? Probably. But he was taken. Though everyone thought Dru was psychotic, but it wasn' true. A Goth - a pretty one at - , and a little crazy, yes. But she wasn't psychotic. No way. Not his Princess.
But he knew one bloke who was provoked. Utterly and completely, this girl had taken his eye. Angel O ' Connor was a junior, captain of the varsity football team, Spike's best friend, and had been Homecoming King the past three years. Unsurprisingly, he was the girl-magnet of Sunnydale High. Everyone from the lowliest geek to Cordelia Chase wanted him, and he knew it. What was surprising was that with all the willing females in the school, he had only dated a college girl named Darla during his Freshman year. So there he stood in all his glory in the darkened corner opposite Spike, brooding and watching the new girl.
"Oh come on, Angel, she's a Sophomore for God's sakes!"
Angel never took his eyes off of Buffy. " You're a Sophomore."
Spike grimaced. " Yeah, mate, don't remind me. And what's she doing hanging with those two?," pointing to Willow and Xander, " That's a sure way to kill a reputation... hell, even before a repuation starts!"
Dru chuckled. " Oh, Spike... come now. They are middle-class students, at the least. Rosenberg's nice enough, as is Xander... come on. Besides, who are we to judge them?," she said, running her eyes over his black leather ensemble. It was Southern California, in April, and the few showers the sunnier end of the state got were already over. Leather may be fashionable, but not in the dead of what could be considered summer.
Meanwhile, Angel's brow furrowed even further. " Should I talk to her?... oh, I don't know... No, it's too soon... isn't it? Wait," He said taking a deep breath. Spike chuckled inside. Angel would kill him if Spike ever said it out loud, but it was quite funny to see him go all crazy over a girl. Angel was the solemn one, the polite one; he never danced when they went out, and he never lost his cool. Until now.
" I can do this. I'm going over there. Now." He waited. " Okay, feet moving... alright. It appears I'm stuck - " he stumbled into the sun as Spike shoved him out from under the patio. " Go on, you poof!" Angel turned to glare at him, then continued on his way.
*****
Angel was almost to Buffy when a familiar, yet annoying body blocked his way. Inwardly groaning, he forced a smile.
"Cordelia. Hi."
Cordy was as impeccably dressed as usual; short, tight blue dress, with a sheer top over it, nodoubtedly an overly expensive brand; a product of a shopping spree with Daddy's credit card. Cordelia Chase was popular all right, but Angel had never really cared about that... or her. She had always put the moves on him, and he always resisted, but now was really not a good time...
"Hi." She batted her eyes at him, pulling her sunglasses down with her pinky to look at him. " Look. I wanted to know the details of what we're doing for Prom. Technically, the limo, the - " she was cut off by Angels' infuriated look. " What?"
" For the last time, Cordelia. We are not going to Prom. I have never gone out with you. I have never asked you to Prom. So please, find someone else to bother. I'm busy. " As he brushed past Cordelia, he knew her jaw had hit the floor.
She quickly recovered. " So rude!," she exclaimed loudly at his retreating form., and hastily left.
*****
Angel was finally free.
But when he reached the table where Buffy and her new friends had been, they were gone.
Damn!
**** A.N.: So? How did ya like it? R / R!!! I don't know how to direct the storyline if I don't know if people like it or hate it!:) Writing this stuff is so fun!! ( This is my first story, so... I'm having fun. ) Let me know if you are, too!!!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!