Brolin and Anderson, the moron jocks...great. Well, at least now I
knew who Jay and Bri were. And at least they hadn't leaped into any major
characters in Buffy. I mean, did those two even exist on the show?
"Indiana. Well, that explains a lot," I replied to Xander. He, Willow, and Oz looked at me in confusion. "I mean, well, I told Will and Oz already that Justin and Brian had shown up. So, it would make sense that they jumped into the jocks' bodies. Right?"
"As much sense as anything makes in Sunnydale," Xander responded. We started outside. "So, what are the plans for tonight? Little bit of slaying, little bit of Bronzing?"
"Sounds good to me," I told him. "Wills? Oz?"
"Sorry, I'm out. Band practice." Oz smiled apologetically.
"Me too. Killer calc test tomorrow. Time to hit the books." Willow and Oz said goodbye and we parted.
"Well, then, another movie night?" I suggested.
"Lead on, o blonde one," Xander answered.
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The next morning I dragged myself back to Sunnydale High, dreading the day to come. I knew eventually I'd have to confront Brian and Justin. Part of me wanted to hide, to just stay in SunnyD, but I knew it wasn't fair to Buffy. Maybe it wasn't fair to Bri or Jay either, being ripped out of our world, too, and thrust into the Buffy-verse. But like I really gave a damn about them. I had to laugh at that. Obviously, I did, or else none of this ever would have happened.
I made it to the library without seeing a soul. Giles was behind the counter, sipping a cup of tea.
"Hey, G. How's your morning going?" I hoisted myself onto the table, glad I'd worn pants.
"Ready to speak with your old friends?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Good morning to you, too. And only if I am allowed to use my fists and go all Slayer-y on them."
Giles gave me a Look.
"Alright, I'll try the no fists thing...but I still reserve the right to kick their asses just because I can."
"Morning everyone!" Willow called out, walking into the library. Xander was close behind.
"Hey," I greeted. I hopped down. "I'm gonna go on to class, okay? Look through my notes, see if I can't help Buffy's academics while I'm here. Later!" I made a quick exit. Having Giles grill me about how I intended on dealing with Justin and Brian was not on my to-do list for the day. Actually speaking with them, on the other hand...
A hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into an empty classroom.
"Yikes!" I automatically swung out my fist, striking the offender.
"Ouch, quit!" a male voice whined.
"God, Laurel, kill him why don't you."
My heart plummeted.
"Damn, you two."
"Hey, we're happy to see you. Sight for sore eyes, seriously." I turned to face Justin. "What the hell is going on? I mean, everything here is...well, not home."
"Wow. Those college classes really did you good, didn't they," I said sarcastically. Brian laid a hand on my arm. I stared at it as if it were poisonous and jerked away.
"Laurel, good to see you..." he began.
"Shut up. Just shut up. I don't want to hear it. And I don't want to be late for class, okay?" I swung around to leave. Justin blocked the door.
"Sorry, not going anywhere until you tell us what is going on and why we're here."
I exhaled loudly and leaned against a table.
"What makes you think I can't get by you?"
"Well, you might see Justin now, but here, I'm this Anderson guy, a big football player. I can stop you."
I laughed.
"Like to see you try. Look around, moron! Don't you recognize anything from TV? It's called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, you know the show. We're here. Hence, Sunnydale High? Ring any bells?" They looked at each other in horror. "There we go. Brains finally catching up to you. The little you have, anyway." I leaned against a table and smirked. "And if you're those Anderson and Brolin football nobodies, and Willow and Xander are really themselves here, and you've not seen Buffy around...Gee, who could I be?"
"The vampire slayer?" Brian said timidly.
"Very good, Bri. Genius material after all. Oh, wait. Not quite, still so stupid as to write a hate page and sign it and date it." He and Justin colored. "So, really, do you honestly think you could stop me? Especially if I was hellbent on revenge?" I leered. I picked up the small dagger I had in my bookbag and twirled it. Justin shifted his weight nervously. Never mind the rule about Slayers not being allowed to hurt humans. I mean, they didn't know that, did they?
Brian sighed and stepped in between us.
"Let's just figure this out and go home, okay? I hate it here just as much as you two."
"Who said I hate it?" I replied smugly. "You can't go home until I do. You're stuck."
Brian glared.
"Fine, why are we here?"
I sighed again and sat down at the table.
"Mainly because you guys were complete assholes in high school, and, surprise, surprise, are still huge assholes today. You treated me like shit!"
"You got nothing that you didn't deserve," Justin replied.
"Oh, yeah, the website? The rumors?" I stood, anger taking control. "The backstabbing and shouting? Being completely deserted? I trusted you!" I shouted. "I trusted you, and look what you did!" I hurled the dagger aside.
"You're still a whining little bitch, aren't you? God, get over it already!" Brian threw back.
I stepped up to Brian, our faces inches apart.
"I am over it," I replied, my tone cold and very quiet. I reached up and slapped him, hard. "I hope you two mature from high school someday. Have a nice life."
I turned without another word, and Brian and Justin said nothing more. As I walked through the doorway, things just faded away.
"Indiana. Well, that explains a lot," I replied to Xander. He, Willow, and Oz looked at me in confusion. "I mean, well, I told Will and Oz already that Justin and Brian had shown up. So, it would make sense that they jumped into the jocks' bodies. Right?"
"As much sense as anything makes in Sunnydale," Xander responded. We started outside. "So, what are the plans for tonight? Little bit of slaying, little bit of Bronzing?"
"Sounds good to me," I told him. "Wills? Oz?"
"Sorry, I'm out. Band practice." Oz smiled apologetically.
"Me too. Killer calc test tomorrow. Time to hit the books." Willow and Oz said goodbye and we parted.
"Well, then, another movie night?" I suggested.
"Lead on, o blonde one," Xander answered.
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The next morning I dragged myself back to Sunnydale High, dreading the day to come. I knew eventually I'd have to confront Brian and Justin. Part of me wanted to hide, to just stay in SunnyD, but I knew it wasn't fair to Buffy. Maybe it wasn't fair to Bri or Jay either, being ripped out of our world, too, and thrust into the Buffy-verse. But like I really gave a damn about them. I had to laugh at that. Obviously, I did, or else none of this ever would have happened.
I made it to the library without seeing a soul. Giles was behind the counter, sipping a cup of tea.
"Hey, G. How's your morning going?" I hoisted myself onto the table, glad I'd worn pants.
"Ready to speak with your old friends?" he asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Good morning to you, too. And only if I am allowed to use my fists and go all Slayer-y on them."
Giles gave me a Look.
"Alright, I'll try the no fists thing...but I still reserve the right to kick their asses just because I can."
"Morning everyone!" Willow called out, walking into the library. Xander was close behind.
"Hey," I greeted. I hopped down. "I'm gonna go on to class, okay? Look through my notes, see if I can't help Buffy's academics while I'm here. Later!" I made a quick exit. Having Giles grill me about how I intended on dealing with Justin and Brian was not on my to-do list for the day. Actually speaking with them, on the other hand...
A hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me into an empty classroom.
"Yikes!" I automatically swung out my fist, striking the offender.
"Ouch, quit!" a male voice whined.
"God, Laurel, kill him why don't you."
My heart plummeted.
"Damn, you two."
"Hey, we're happy to see you. Sight for sore eyes, seriously." I turned to face Justin. "What the hell is going on? I mean, everything here is...well, not home."
"Wow. Those college classes really did you good, didn't they," I said sarcastically. Brian laid a hand on my arm. I stared at it as if it were poisonous and jerked away.
"Laurel, good to see you..." he began.
"Shut up. Just shut up. I don't want to hear it. And I don't want to be late for class, okay?" I swung around to leave. Justin blocked the door.
"Sorry, not going anywhere until you tell us what is going on and why we're here."
I exhaled loudly and leaned against a table.
"What makes you think I can't get by you?"
"Well, you might see Justin now, but here, I'm this Anderson guy, a big football player. I can stop you."
I laughed.
"Like to see you try. Look around, moron! Don't you recognize anything from TV? It's called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, you know the show. We're here. Hence, Sunnydale High? Ring any bells?" They looked at each other in horror. "There we go. Brains finally catching up to you. The little you have, anyway." I leaned against a table and smirked. "And if you're those Anderson and Brolin football nobodies, and Willow and Xander are really themselves here, and you've not seen Buffy around...Gee, who could I be?"
"The vampire slayer?" Brian said timidly.
"Very good, Bri. Genius material after all. Oh, wait. Not quite, still so stupid as to write a hate page and sign it and date it." He and Justin colored. "So, really, do you honestly think you could stop me? Especially if I was hellbent on revenge?" I leered. I picked up the small dagger I had in my bookbag and twirled it. Justin shifted his weight nervously. Never mind the rule about Slayers not being allowed to hurt humans. I mean, they didn't know that, did they?
Brian sighed and stepped in between us.
"Let's just figure this out and go home, okay? I hate it here just as much as you two."
"Who said I hate it?" I replied smugly. "You can't go home until I do. You're stuck."
Brian glared.
"Fine, why are we here?"
I sighed again and sat down at the table.
"Mainly because you guys were complete assholes in high school, and, surprise, surprise, are still huge assholes today. You treated me like shit!"
"You got nothing that you didn't deserve," Justin replied.
"Oh, yeah, the website? The rumors?" I stood, anger taking control. "The backstabbing and shouting? Being completely deserted? I trusted you!" I shouted. "I trusted you, and look what you did!" I hurled the dagger aside.
"You're still a whining little bitch, aren't you? God, get over it already!" Brian threw back.
I stepped up to Brian, our faces inches apart.
"I am over it," I replied, my tone cold and very quiet. I reached up and slapped him, hard. "I hope you two mature from high school someday. Have a nice life."
I turned without another word, and Brian and Justin said nothing more. As I walked through the doorway, things just faded away.