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Buffy pushed the doors open, "this is the library, where of course there are books." Spike looked around, "it's very, musty." Buffy smiled, "that's been said before, trust me, this is Xander and Willow, and I think Giles is around here somewhere, he's the librarian." Giles walked out of the office, "hello, oh Buffy, how are you doing?" Buffy shruuged, "okay, oh, this is Spike, he just moved here from London." Giles smiled, "I know, I was speaking to him this morning." Spike nodded, "yeah, so Uncle Rupert I need these books." Buffy looked between the two, "UNCLE!" Giles smiled, "did I forget to tell you, I'm sorry." Buffy looked at Willow and the red head shrugged, "Giles, how could you *not* tell me, it's like the most important thing." Buffy took a few deep calming breaths, "I need to get to class, see you guys later."

Buffy sat in history class listening to the teacher drone on and on about some boring point in history. She couldn't get the fact the Giles and Spike were related out of her head, Spike was so, well, gorgous and Giles was, well, bristish. She sighed and looked up as a shadow fell across her page she looked up, "Miss Summers do you find my lecture boring?" Buffy shook her head, "no sir, I was just thinking." He sighed and turned around, "as I was saying, the French Reveloution started in..." Buffy tuned her teacher out and began to doodle in her notebook, her father was coming up this weekend to see her, honestly she didn't want to see him.

Buffy sighed as she pulled the latch on her locker up again and tugged on the door. Groaning she pounded on the middle and her reply was the door banging opened and hitting her in the head. She rubbed her forehead and placed her books inside and reached for her lunch, a light blue envelope lay across her books, she picked it up and looked around. She opened the flap and pulled out the paper, unfolding the sheet a pressed daisy fell out and she looked at the sheet. It was a poem, who would have written her a poem? Star of the day, star of the night, goddess of beauty, the human eyes swoons at her sight, with eyes of jade and hair of gold, her beauty is far to much to behold. The sun in her hair, stars in her eyes, her appearance lights up the skys. Buffy slowly folded the sheet and smiled, suddenly it was ripped from her hands by Cordiela. She swiped for it as Cordelia unfolded it and read it over. "Aww, how sweet, she has a secret admirer, I bet it's Xander." Harmony laughed, "yeah, look at the cute couple." Buffy's eyes narrowed and she snatched it back from the brunette, "at least someone cares about me." She grabbed her lunch bag and slammed her locker door shut, "which more than I can say for you." She shoved past the brunette and stormed down the hall towards the cafeteria.

Buffy blanched as she was handed her tray back, she walked down the line and plopped her tray in front of the cashier. Paying the fee she walked over to her table and sat down, "hi guys, I ran into Queen C today." Xander took a sip of his chocolate milk, "I feel for you Buffster, she still the same?" Buffy looked at her tray and poked at some foregin substance pretending to be pudding with her spoon, "oh yeah." Willow shrugged, "how'd history go?" Buffy dropped her spoon, "it was history." She smiled, "but I got a letter from someone?" Willow's eyes lit up, "who?" Buffy shrugged, "I dunno, but it was really sweet." Willow sighed dreamily, "how romantic, a secret admirer, I bet it's Spike." Buffy smiled and looked up, "speak of the devil." Spike walked over, "mind if I sit down?" Buffy shook her head, "how was art?" Spike opened his bag, "artful." Buffy laughed and picked up her drink, "I'll bet." Spike pulled out a bottle of orange juice and Buffy stood, "I'm gonna dump this, I'll be right back."

Buffy placed a notebook in her locker and noticed a piece of paper sticking out. She pulled it out and unfolded the sheet, it was a sketch of her, done very well. Her hair was falling over her right shoulder like it did when she was copying notes, she read over the sheet and smiled, at the bottom were the initals WS. She folded the picture and slammed her locker door shut, her admirer strikes again.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter, it's a little longer, if anyone has some ideas feel free to pitch them to me. Please review, no flames. ~Obssed.