Title: Summer Love
Author: Nimisha
Rating: PG-15 for swearing
Disclaimer: None of the characters from BtVS or Angel, belong to me in any way, instead only some stupid, freaky minor characters, rather they belong to Joss Whedon, UPN, Fox and probably others too, they are currently being borrowed for some non-money making fun.
Summary: Rewrite of Meteor Garden. Juz the stupid F4 stuff. : þ
Couples: B/A (DUH), S/F, W/O
Timeline: AU
Distribution: Anywhere… juz email me, k?
Dedication: To all B/A fans out there
Feedback: Please? I totally survive on it!! By the way, I would like to thank those who wrote feedback to me. Keep 'em coming in!
AGAIN, thanks to all who reviewed…
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Buffy and Kendra walked slowly to the stairs. Both of their arms are full of old documents that their teacher had bullied them into carrying.
Buffy looked at Kendra's pile. "Are you sure you don't want me to add some of yours into my pile?"
Kendra smiled at her. "I'm fine. Don't worry it's perfectly...Ooofff." Kendra lost her balance, as she was too busy turning back to reply Buffy's questions. She almost fell to the bottom of the stairs but luckily, she caught the railing just in time.
"Whew, thank god I caught the railing or else I could have..." she trailed off when she noticed the sick and horrified look on Buffy's face. Kendra turned to see who was behind her. Her face turned from red to green, even quicker than a set of traffic lights. It did not stop there and turned into the colour of sour milk.
The old documents that she had thrown away in the midst of preventing her death ... had caught Angelus Renaldi - full blast.
He stood they, his eyes unpenetrable, void of feeling but yet, Doyle, Kendra and Buffy could feel the anger radiating from his body. He looked really stupid as the black outfit he was wearing and his long duster has all turned grey from the dust.
Doyle used a finger to wipe off the thick layer of dust settling on Angelus' shoulder. "Wow, new outfit." he commented, knowing he friend was going to raise hell. Angelus still stood there without a word.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it. IT was an accident, I swear, really. I'm really sorry." Kendra quickly went down and tried to brush the dust away from his clothes and hair.
Angelus brushed her off and caught her off-balance. Kendra fell onto the floor. "If apologizing can solve problems, what are do we need policemen for?" he uttered his famous line.
"Get ready to pack." he told the trembling girl. Then, he walked up the stairs, followed by Doyle.
Buffy quickly walked down to check Kendra. The protector in her that was buried, rose up again. Buffy was very angry. She stalked up to the stairs and prevented Angelus from getting through.
"Stop right there!"
"What are you doing? Get out of my way." Angelus said violently.
"I had enough of your attitude, Angelus Renaldi. Do you really think you're so great, that you're perfect? Well, guess what, mate? You're not! You are a sissy who hides behind your mother's dress, a person who only knows how to spend and waste his father's money, a bully who only bullies those weaker around him. You only know how to use violence. You forced pupils to quit school. You made everyone scared of you for fear that they would be out of this school, just because you have the power to make them. You made everyone hate you in their hearts. Let me tell you what I think of you. You're nothing but a scum and freak in my eyes!" Buffy shouted, her eyes blazing.
Spike and Oz, who had just arrived at the scene, Kendra and Doyle all, stared wordlessly at Buffy. Even Angelus was taken aback by her. He quickly tried to recover, even though the shock was still there. His anger, fueled by foul mood, was rising.
"You're good." he sneered and he left. The others also started to leave. Doyle patted her shoulder before he left and Oz, who started up the stairs after his friends with Spike, also petted her shoulder. "You have a lot of courage."
'Oops! I'm really in trouble this time.'
Buffy looked at Kendra.
***
Buffy walked home listlessly. She trudged up the steps, opened the door and tried to go to her room quietly.
'Bingo, I've got in without mom notici...'
Just then, she heard someone called her. "Buffy? You're home?" Joyce and Hank Summers appeared behind her.
"Yea." she said with no emotion.
"What is wrong with you?" Joyce exchanged a glance with her husband.
Buffy continued into her room. "Nothing."
Suddenly, she looked like she remembered something and turned back. "Mom, if I said I cannot continue studying at the school, what will you do?"
Joyce looked at her with eyes as large as saucers. She started to wheeze, looking as if she could not breathe. Hank patted her in the back.
" All right, all right, quit with the pretense. I'm just saying it only. I will continue studying until I'm dead, okay?" she replied and shut the door.
She could hear her parents from behind the door. "I knew our daughter is the best, she wouldn't stop going on..."
'God, I who most wanted a peaceful life at college, who wanted to stay invisible.... It's all over now..'.
***
The next day...
The bell just rang. Buffy walked to her locker slowly, afraid of what may be inside.
'Please, for the love of god, don't let the red slip of paper be inside. Please!'
Buffy took a deep breath and opened her locker.
There was nothing inside except her stuff. A few books, stationery, nothing else. There was no sign of the paper.
'Huh? There is really nothing inside. How could it be?'
Buffy wondered. She took out the book to see if anything was hidden inside. Nope. Nada. She looked around suspiciously and walked away to class.
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Buffy walked up the large hallway. A lot of students were there. When they saw her, everyone started walking in the opposite direction. Some, who saw her from afar, quickly hid away from her as if she was infected with something.
'What is it? Why did everyone tried to hide from me?'
Buffy walked to the classroom. When she stopped at the classroom door, the whole class became quiet. The students, who were talking together in groups, dispersed and went to their seats. Buffy started to go to her seat, looking at them and frowned. Something strange was going on. At the back of the class, Kendra was looking at her sadly. Buffy turned and looked at the class. Everyone was staring at her, as if they knew something she didn't. She looked underneath her table a few times. Zilch. There was absolutely nothing.
Satisfied, Buffy sat down comfortably in her seats, while the others behind her smirked. She let out a silent sigh of relief. She turned and caught Kendra's eyes. Buffy frowned when Kendra showed her something she couldn't understand. Kendra was pointing at the back.
"What?" she mouthed. Kendra pointed at her back frantically.
"I think she's dead this time." someone laughed. Buffy glared at the source...Darla and Drusilla.
She turned to watch Kendra again. Then, she finally thought of the answer. Kendra could almost see the realization hit Buffy. Buffy opened her mouth and used her left hand to take the red paper from her back.
Buffy breathed deeply. The same red piece of paper. For her...
'I still cannot hide away from it.'
***
First Round
Professor Flutie sat in his seat, marking papers. Behind him, the blackboard wrote "Examination". It was obvious the class was taking an exam. The class was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Buffy twirled her pen and stared at the paper. She marked one of the answers given before proceeding. Suddenly, the student in front of her threw a note at her. Buffy stared at her and knitted her eyebrows in confusion. She looked at the note in front of her. Prof. Flutie was still marking the papers. The person beside her passed her a few notes too, leaving Buffy confused.
'What the...?'
Professor Flutie, always one for sensing something that was amiss, looked up. He caught sight of Buffy turning her head back when the pupil threw something.
'What is the meaning of this?'
"Buffy Summers, what are you doing?" the teacher walked over while the others were calmly doing their exam.
"You actually dared to cheat." Prof. Flutie took one of the notes and unrolled it.
"I didn't, I swear."
"You swear? What are these? Answers! This is the evidence, you still said you swore you didn't."
"Professor, I really didn't. They threw it to me, honestly. They did it to frame me." Buffy tried to explain desperately.
"Who framed you? Point out to me."
Buffy lowered her head, she knew it was to no avail.
"Say it. Nothing. Cheating plus lying. You don't have to take this exam anymore, take your things and get your ass out of here." Prof. Flutie stalked back to his seat with Buffy's exam paper. Buffy took up all her things sullenly.
"So cheating huh? You'll get 0 for this one. Shameful!" he said in his anger while writing on the blackboard furiously.
Unbeknownst to him, Buffy took her books and was walking down when someone stuck out her foot. Buffy tripped over it and the books in her arms flew, catching it on the Professor's head from behind. He staggered.
"What the...?" the Prof. turned. "Buffy Summers, you don't have to come to this lesson anymore. Get out of my sight!"
Buffy glared at the Prof. and walked out angrily, her head bowing.
"Good-for-nothing." the teacher muttered. "Continue your exams." he barked out to the class.
Second Round
A student brushed something onto the phone holder. Just as he left, Buffy came. She looked at him curiously and turned back to take up the phone holder to call someone. Then, she felt something strange... as if something was stuck to her hand. She started to pry her fingers away from the phone holder with other free hand but no success. She started to shake it, in hopes that it will fall off or something. Nope, no success. She looked after the guy angrily and tried to get her hand off that stupid thing.
Third Round
Buffy trudged wearily into the toilet, she didn't look like the way she was in the morning, and she was in fact very tired. After spending two hours of prying her fingers from the phone, she spent the other time getting away from people that were chasing her. She was so damn tired now. She opened the toilet door and went in.
After the toilet door was closed, two guys ran in quietly with a thick wooden cane. They stuck the wooden pole between the toilet door and the near opposite wall, making it impossible for Buffy to get out.
Apparently when they tried to hammer the pole in to achieve a better result, Buffy heard them.
"Who is it? Hello? What are you doing?" Buffy's shouts grew frantic as she tried to force open without results. "Let me out, damn you! Damnit, let me out or I'll give you hell! Why did you put me inside here? Help! Someone help me now! Damn you people! Bastards! Let me out this instant!"
***
Buffy leaned against her locker, looking very disheveled and untidy. She panted heavily. Darla and Drusilla, who were a couple of lockers away, saw her and smirked. Darla nudged Drusilla and raised her eyebrows at Buffy. They shared a few evil grins. Buffy saw them and lifted her head, to glare at them.
Just then, Buffy noticed someone else beside Darla and Drusilla. Kendra. When she saw Buffy, she, like everyone else, avoided her. Darla and Drusilla were ignoring them as they gossiped happily. Buffy just leaned against the locker again, feeling a wave of disappointment.
Suddenly, someone on the other side of them called to Buffy. "Hey."
Buffy looked up. Angelus Renaldi and the others were on the other side of her lockers. She stared at him in anger.
"Is this what you call friendship?" he taunted Buffy as he put his things into the locker. The others were also putting their things. Buffy narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips.
"You insulted us F4 for her, now, she didn't even dared to talk to you anymore, do you think that you deserve this?" he said. Kendra on the other side, had heard the conversation and flushed. She was very guilty, it should have been her who would be quitting the school now, but her friend actually helped to take her place. She quickly lowered her head and walked away. Angelus shook his head and laughed.
Fourth Round
Buffy went to sit in the empty canteen table with her lunchbox. She put her arms down and suddenly felt a familiar sensation that she just felt a few days ago... being stuck. She widened her eyes in horror. Not again. Her arms could not move.
"Geez.. that is so used and old-fashioned." she said as she tried to pull at her elbows. Someone appeared in front of her, in his hand was a string of firecrackers. He put it right in front of her. Buffy looked at her both sides. She raised an eyebrow, trying to figure what were they going to do to her. She was confused for a moment before realising that someone was trying to lit the firecracker right in front of her.
"Stop that! That is too exaggerating!!!" she shouted before her voice was muffled by the loud noises the firecracker made as it went off. The sounds of it could be heard in the whole school.
***
Buffy ran slowly, stopping at a secluded place. She looked really dirty now, her hair that should be in plaits were now in a huge mess. Buffy was panting and sweating, looking like hell. She leaned against the wall, hoping that none of her prosecutors had found her yet. Then, she heard someone calling, "Where's Buffy Summers? Did you see her?" She immediately went on guard, looking around.
"Go over there and have a look!" someone called. Buffy sighed, afraid that she would be discovered. She was really tired now, ready to break down anytime. She slid down the wall to rest.
"I'm so hungry and tired," she muttered to herself. "I think even the strongest person under such conditions would also die."
Just then, Buffy felt someone approached her. She snapped up her head. To her surprise, it was Kendra.
"Kendra?" Buffy asked. She looked around carefully. "You better go. It would not be good if you were seen by those guys. I'm really all right. You don't have to worry about me." she said, compassion and understanding could be seen in her eyes.
Kendra did not reply, she just passed a small toy to Buffy who accepted me. Then, as quietly as she came, she left Buffy. Buffy looked at her disappearing form before turning her attention to the toy.
It was a very small teddy bear. It was white and had a red ribbon around its neck. It also had a small button on it stomach. Buffy pressed it curiously. A voice sounded, "Buffy, I'm sorry." It was Kendra's recorded voice.
Buffy smiled. She was touched that her friend still cared for her. She pressed it again. "Buffy, I'm sorry."
She pressed it over again. When she heard Kendra's apologies, she felt that it had healed her. She was determined to fight to the end, she had made her decision. Kendra's words had given her the courage.
She stood up and shouted loudly. "If you want to bully me, do it now. I'm not afraid!"
Then, as if to reply her challenge, water came splashing on her from the above.
Buffy looked up.
***
Buffy ran back to the rooftop, the only safe place she known in the school now. She started screaming her anger again.
"A group of jerks! Pig heads! Mongolian monkeys! I curse you, all of you, that you will spend all your money until you go bankrupt. That you will go on eating until you looked like pigs and die of heart attacks! After your death, you will go to hell, especially the Freak Four! You will be eaten by dogs in the end! You people are %^$&#^$*$#! " Buffy shouted.
Unbeknownst to her, someone was also on the rooftop. He was sitting at another corner of the wall. When he heard Buffy cursing, he turned to watch Buffy. He walked up.
"And then?" Spike asked as he approached Buffy who was panting heavily.
Buffy's eyes widened comically. "How come you're here?" she asked.
"If you wanted to torture, do as you please. but you must wait for a while. I need to rest for a while." she panted.
Spike hid his smile. He neared Buffy who started to back away from him. He took out his handkerchief and offered it to Buffy.
"Use it."
Buffy looked at him with a somewhat surprised and suspicious expression. She reached for the handkerchief hesitantly, before taking it quickly out of Spike's hand. She started to wipe off the sweat on her head while Spike turned to look out to the scenery. Buffy stared at him. "Uh... thanks, you know, for the handkerchief. I'm sorry I cursed you people so badly just now but it's just that ..."
"Never mind." Spike interrupted. "I have no interest in others' bloody business."
He turned to leave the rooftop.
"Wait! Your handkerchief!" Buffy called after him.
"Throw it. It's rubbish now." he said, leaving Buffy to stare after him.
***
Which ends the third part of Summer Love…
Oh no! Poor Buffy, isn't it? Well, this is just the beginning… more to come soon! Please review while waiting for the next part, will you? HEHE
