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Flashbacks are in italics.

Skyz- use microsoft word, type the document as usual, then save a copy as an html document- hope that's helpful.

Chapter Two: Betrayed, Boozed, and Bothered

Buffy stormed off, leaving the bleached wonder staring after her.

"Dammit, Buffy," she berated herself, "why do you let him get to you?" She glanced at her watch and began to run- she was going to be late for her first class.

Ten minutes later, she arrived in front of the somewhat run down building that housed her new self defense class. It didn't look like much from the outside, and wasn't all that amazing from the inside, either, but the rent was within her price range.

A few months ago her little sister had had a bad run in with some muggers behind the Bronze, one of the three local clubs. She'd been in the hospital for a couple of days, not with anything too serious, but anything that required hospitalization was obviously not to be taken lightly. When she got out, she came to Buffy and asked her to teach her to fight. For a while they had used the high school gym after Dawnie's classes, and gradually other students began to express interest in paying for lessons. A month and a half and some paper work later, Buffy's class was now patiently awaiting her inside the building.

"Sorry I'm late," she breathed as she came in to face the group of 12 or so girls. "Great, you got everything set up. Let's begin, shall we? For those of you who are new, I'm Buffy, and I'll be teaching this class…"

An hour and a half later, class was over, Buffy was free to go, and her body was still humming with tension. The safety measures and basic blocks she'd gone over with the girls today had done nothing to relieve the stress she'd had running through her ever since Spike had admitted he assumed she had cheated on Riley.

"God, why does it even bother me?" she wondered out loud.

"Hmm?" questioned Dawn, glancing over when she heard her sister speak.

"Nothing," Buffy said, "just talking to myself. Rough day."

Dawn smiled at her sympathetically. "This was fun, though, wasn't it? I mean, I know a lot of the girls are new, so we didn't really do much today, but that just means word's getting out, right? Soon you'll be able to open a real school."

Buffy smiled back at her. "Maybe. I don't know if Sunnydale is big enough to attract enough people for a real school."

Dawn shrugged. "The crime rate's pretty high here- girls'll come. I mean, we've only advertised this for a couple of weeks, and already we have at least five new girls. Plus Kit and Janice said they were going to join next week."

"It'd be nice, wouldn't it? To have a real school, I mean. I always wanted to, I just never figured I'd be able to without leaving Sunnydale." She snorted. "At least then I could quit the Coffee Shack gig."

Dawn looked a little confused. "I thought you liked that job? Plus, you have Anya as your boss- she's pretty cool." Off Buffy's look, she continued, "yeah, she's really *really* blunt and all, but she is nice. So I don't see wh…" Dawn cut off suddenly as a thought occurred to her. "Spike."

Buffy snorted again. "Yeah. Spike. He's such a pain in the ass."

"An incredibly gorgeous pain in the ass, though," countered Dawn.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy turned to go to the back room and get changed.

"Don't roll your eyes at me!" Dawn called after her. "You're the one who slept with him!"

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Angel moaned slightly into the hair of the woman he was dancing with. The way her hips were moving against his… He groaned again, trying to catch his breath. Something was nagging at the back of his mind, but now her tongue was on his neck, and oh, God! What was that? It was something important, if only he could remember…

"Buffy!" he gasped out.

Faith looked up at him with furious eyes. "I am not Buffy," she said, then went back to what she was doing.

"I know, I…" he panted, what was he trying to say? He wanted her so much, maybe it was the alcohol, but oh, shit, she was moving against him again, and now her small hands were sliding up his chest. She pulled his head down to hers, but he had a short moment of clarity, and stopped her.

"Faith, I have a girlfriend."

"And you're so hard for me that you can barely remember her name," she whispered huskily, then she pushed her tongue in his mouth, and slid her hand down to… oh fuck yes!

"Let's get out of here," he whispered into her ear, everything else forgotten, and they headed for the doorway. Neither one saw the young blonde standing shocked off to the side, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Angel…"

The young girl fled out of the room, desperate to get away from the club, where every place she turned she could hear them, see them, practically humping one another on the dance floor. She needed to forget, she'd do anything to forget. She'd go to Willy's. Willy's wasn't the type of establishment that asked for id.

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She was well into her 4th screwdriver when he came in. He'd obviously had a few before he came to the bar. He sat at the opposite end, and ordered a Jack Daniels like he owned the place. Willy tried to suggest a black coffee instead, but Spike wasn't the kind of man you cut off- even when he desperately needed it.

She was on her sixth drink before he noticed her sitting there, and walked over (amazingly, without stumbling). He sat beside her, and lit up a cigarette. He took a deep drag, and blew the smoke out in her face.

"What are you doin' here, Goldilocks? Thought you and the grand poof had a date tonight?"

"Nope!" she said over cheerfully. "That… was with his *other* girlfriend. The one he's scre…" she frowned. *Dru…* she remembered. *Was this not even the first time???* She snapped out of it, laughed bitterly and finished her previous thought. "The one he's fucking right just now."

"Right just now, huh pet?" Spike smirked. *Angel, you stupid git- she's the hottest girl in Sunnydale, and you're screwin' round on her?*

"Yep! Just right very now."

He looked the drunken woman up and down. *His loss, my gain…* He blatantly looked down Buffy's blouse. "That's too bad, luv."

She looked up, ready to yell at him for making it sound so trivial, when she noticed him eyeing her. She paused, unsure how to proceed. After a moment, she smiled coquettishly. "You're looking down my shirt," she said.

"Yeah. That I am."

She leaned very close to him, her mouth just by his ear, and he felt his cock jump as she breathed out.

"Like what you see?"