"Oh, patrol. It was fine. Good. I killed a couple vamps, no big deal."
Buffy told her watcher, trying to focus on the present, and not the weird
feelings she was having, or the.handsome new student. Maybe I should tell
Giles about these feelings, maybe he'll know something, an explanation or
something. "Giles, I have been having really weird feelings ever since I
got back from L.A. Wait.no.even before I got back. Do you think they mean
anything?"
"Well, what kind of feelings?" Giles asked, trying to illicit more information.
"Well, when I was in L.A., I felt like I needed to be home, like something was pulling me here," she began. "And then when I got back, the feelings got even stronger. It even seemed a couple of times like there was someone or something there when I was patrolling a couple of times. And I felt them just a little while ago." Buffy quickly realized what just happened a few moments ago, and blushed a little. "Not when I ran into Angel.I mean." Buffy was quickly talking trying to make it clear that she meant in school, and not when she was caught up with the new student. But.I think the feelings got stronger as I made my way here, and then.crash! I wonder if he has something to do with this. No, how could he? That's ridiculous.
"I don't really know what to tell you, Buffy. Perhaps it's just.vibes.you're getting from the Hellmouth, after all, you are the slayer. But I'll see if I can find anything. Meanwhile, you should go to class."
"Yes, right, Hellmouth vibes. That's probably it.class! I'm gonna be late! Thanks. Bye!" And with that she turned away and fled out the double doors, leaving Giles decidedly amused and perplexed at her behavior, and wondering what her "weird feelings" were all about.
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"Buffy Summers, nice of you to join us," said Mr. Greene, teacher of English Literature at SHS. He sounded bored, and a little annoyed. "Please have a seat."
Buffy mumbled a quick apology to her teacher and quickly scanned the room for an empty seat. The only one she could find was behind her good friend Willow (that's good) and in front of (Oh no!) Angel! Just relax, she told herself, it's not like I should be embarrassed in front of him or anything, I just ran right into him and then stood there like a gawking idiot! She took a deep breath and walked to the sole empty desk, focusing on Willow as she sat down and not the boy behind her.
"Hey, Buffy." Willow said quietly as Buffy took her seat behind the redhead.
"Hi. Did I miss anything?" Buffy said, equally as quietly, not wanting to get in trouble again, after only being in class for barely a minute.
"Nope. He just barely stood up to start when you came in." "Oh good, I think." Buffy sighed with relief. I certainly don't need to start getting behind in my first class of the first day of the school year. I said I was going to work harder this year in school, and getting behind is not going to help that.
"Okay." Began the teacher, now standing at the front of the room. "Since we are all here now, I would like to begin by announcing that you will all have assigned seats in my class. Starting today, the seat you are in now will become your seat. Now I will hand out the books. Only write your name in the front cover. If you lose, ruin, or even write in these books you will have to buy another one, and these are not cheap people."
Mr. Greene started handing out the big, thick "English Lit." books that were piled on his desk. He was older, with gray hair that looked disheveled, small wire-rimmed glasses that sat low on his nose, and a facial expression that appeared chronically bored until he started teaching. Literature was his passion, and he became very animated and lively when he started teaching. However, he was still strict, and seemed to like his books more than his students. "Take one and pass the rest back."
Willow took three of the big, heavy books from their teacher, and turned to pass two of them to Buffy, who took them as if they weighed nothing. She set one on her desk and turned slightly to pass the last book to the boy behind her, trying to avoid making eye contact with him.
"Thanks," he said, as he took the book from her hands, a little puzzled as to why she would not even look at him now. He hoped she wasn't still upset after running into him in the library, after all, it happens all the time. He decided that he would try talking to her after class. He had to talk to her-there was something about her that seemed to draw him towards her. He figured it could be just because she was beautiful, and hot, too, but he had wanted girls before, and this felt different, the strange feelings that he was having lately only seemed to increase when she was around, and he had to figure some things out..
Little did Angel know that Buffy was probably thinking the same thing.
TBC.
"Well, what kind of feelings?" Giles asked, trying to illicit more information.
"Well, when I was in L.A., I felt like I needed to be home, like something was pulling me here," she began. "And then when I got back, the feelings got even stronger. It even seemed a couple of times like there was someone or something there when I was patrolling a couple of times. And I felt them just a little while ago." Buffy quickly realized what just happened a few moments ago, and blushed a little. "Not when I ran into Angel.I mean." Buffy was quickly talking trying to make it clear that she meant in school, and not when she was caught up with the new student. But.I think the feelings got stronger as I made my way here, and then.crash! I wonder if he has something to do with this. No, how could he? That's ridiculous.
"I don't really know what to tell you, Buffy. Perhaps it's just.vibes.you're getting from the Hellmouth, after all, you are the slayer. But I'll see if I can find anything. Meanwhile, you should go to class."
"Yes, right, Hellmouth vibes. That's probably it.class! I'm gonna be late! Thanks. Bye!" And with that she turned away and fled out the double doors, leaving Giles decidedly amused and perplexed at her behavior, and wondering what her "weird feelings" were all about.
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"Buffy Summers, nice of you to join us," said Mr. Greene, teacher of English Literature at SHS. He sounded bored, and a little annoyed. "Please have a seat."
Buffy mumbled a quick apology to her teacher and quickly scanned the room for an empty seat. The only one she could find was behind her good friend Willow (that's good) and in front of (Oh no!) Angel! Just relax, she told herself, it's not like I should be embarrassed in front of him or anything, I just ran right into him and then stood there like a gawking idiot! She took a deep breath and walked to the sole empty desk, focusing on Willow as she sat down and not the boy behind her.
"Hey, Buffy." Willow said quietly as Buffy took her seat behind the redhead.
"Hi. Did I miss anything?" Buffy said, equally as quietly, not wanting to get in trouble again, after only being in class for barely a minute.
"Nope. He just barely stood up to start when you came in." "Oh good, I think." Buffy sighed with relief. I certainly don't need to start getting behind in my first class of the first day of the school year. I said I was going to work harder this year in school, and getting behind is not going to help that.
"Okay." Began the teacher, now standing at the front of the room. "Since we are all here now, I would like to begin by announcing that you will all have assigned seats in my class. Starting today, the seat you are in now will become your seat. Now I will hand out the books. Only write your name in the front cover. If you lose, ruin, or even write in these books you will have to buy another one, and these are not cheap people."
Mr. Greene started handing out the big, thick "English Lit." books that were piled on his desk. He was older, with gray hair that looked disheveled, small wire-rimmed glasses that sat low on his nose, and a facial expression that appeared chronically bored until he started teaching. Literature was his passion, and he became very animated and lively when he started teaching. However, he was still strict, and seemed to like his books more than his students. "Take one and pass the rest back."
Willow took three of the big, heavy books from their teacher, and turned to pass two of them to Buffy, who took them as if they weighed nothing. She set one on her desk and turned slightly to pass the last book to the boy behind her, trying to avoid making eye contact with him.
"Thanks," he said, as he took the book from her hands, a little puzzled as to why she would not even look at him now. He hoped she wasn't still upset after running into him in the library, after all, it happens all the time. He decided that he would try talking to her after class. He had to talk to her-there was something about her that seemed to draw him towards her. He figured it could be just because she was beautiful, and hot, too, but he had wanted girls before, and this felt different, the strange feelings that he was having lately only seemed to increase when she was around, and he had to figure some things out..
Little did Angel know that Buffy was probably thinking the same thing.
TBC.