Buffy had been acting like a child, jealous of Charlie and the friendship she had with Spike. Using the hair-washing "incident" as a front she yelled at Spike for touching Charlie. Spike was being the loving man he was and tried to comfort her, but it wasn't working, Buffy was too set in her ways to alienate him. They were so rapped up in there heated discussion about how Charlie was a potential and Spike will not be touching her again, they didn't even see her come in.
"STOP!" A yell was heard from a powerful un-cracking voice. Both Buffy and Spike looked over to see Charlie standing there. Droplets of water that had not been towel dried beaded from her strands and onto her shirt. A girl, who at any other time would not seem intimidating, was. The expression on Charlie's face was filled with hatred.
"How dare you tell him these things! I am a human being, potential or not I am my own person. Just because you are a conceited bitch who doesn't have a clue about what she wants doesn't give you the god damned right to run us." At us she motioned to Spike. Silence diffused the once loud room. The hatred did not let up on Charlie's features.
"You find yourself unsure about everything, you believe every thing used to be so simple. Black and white. Ignorance was your friend in your youth. But now you've come to realize that everything is gray. It saddens you, no more right and wrong, everything can be stretched either way. And now to the man that loves you unconditionally, you yell and scream because you are full of yourself. You won't let him have anything, anyone to hold on to but yourself, but you won't let yourself give into him!
"I haven't known you for long, nor do I want to know you now. For I am damn sure no one close to you will tell you the truth. You're a putrid women, Slayer...I pray to god I don't inherit your uselessness." With that Charlie grabbed her bag from the chair and walked out of the room.
