03-23-05 Dear Diary,

Sorry I wrote my last entry in such a weird format. I was still heavily medicated. Anyways, today is Friday! That means that tomorrow is the one week anniversary since I got here. I'm a nerd - I'm thinking of the anniversary of the day I started a school. Okay, well it also means that there's only three days until we start slayer training with Miss Summers. I am so excited! But will I get to attend the class? Maybe not - I got in trouble again today. I skipped math class to go spy on the two hotties. I wasn't sure where to look, but I figured that since one was a vampire, he was probably in the basement protecting himself from the sunlight. Malaya told me sunlight was another thing that really kills vampires, or as everyone seems to call it, 'dusts' vampires. I'd never been down to the basement before, it was really eerie down there and it started to feel like being at Hogwarts for once. It has to be like the world's biggest basement. I walked around weird passages, lit by torches (how cliché) and finally I heard voices - sexy arguing voices.

I peeked around a corner. The two hunnies were yelling at each other. Blondie was yelling about how he needed to stay and find the girl. What girl? Hunky was yelling that he was just staying so that he could hit on Miss Summers again. If he is another one of her ex-boyfriend's, I am going to hate her forever, no woman should be allowed to have dated more than one of that gorgeous of men! Finally Miss Summers came into the 'room' from another passageway and made them break it up as they were about to get into a physical fight - too bad, that might have been nice to watch. She told Hunky, I guess his name is Angel because that's what she called him, that Blondie, she called him Spike (is that a name?), needed to stay here and that he needed to leave. When Angel asked what he could possibly do here she said that she could use some help training girls and that she needed a sparring partner. Then Spike said something about needing to find that girl again and Miss Summers obviously had no clue what he was talking about, but as she was working very hard to ignore him and talk to Angel. Angel wanted to know why she couldn't just spar with the multitudes of slayers in this place and she just said something about it not being the same, she sounded like a little kid wanting an ice cream from the ice cream truck when there's a tub of the stuff in the freezer.

Finally Angel agreed that he would leave and Spike could stay behind. He looked at Spike and 'vamped out' (another new term I just learned meaning that their faces get all ridge-y and their fangs get usable) warning him that if he did anything wrong, and Spike vamped out to yell right back at him that he'd stake himself if he did. Spike is a vampire! I so did not expect that! I mean there is a certain air to his walk and his eyes that screams predator, like a panther or leopard, but I just never would have guessed. So much for my slayer senses huh? Then Spike got a look on his face like he was sniffing the air. He was all, "Of course if there were a little slayer girl hanging around the basement where she ought not to be-" he let the sentence hang and I was totally shocked. They couldn't see me from where I was hiding, so he must have smelled me. Gross! I turned around to get out of there as quietly and quickly as possible, but I had barely taken three steps when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I turned around and met eyes of smoky blue. I must have looked like a retard standing there with my jaw dropped and mouth gaping, how un-sexy. I left his blue eyes to meet equally angry brown and then green eyes. All three of them were just staring at me not saying anything so finally I was like, "Oh, I guess I must have taken the wrong passage to the library," with much practiced nonchalance. None of them seemed to buy it although Spike's eyes danced a little and he smirked. Then Angel seemed to recognize me from yesterday's events and he wouldn't look at me anymore, damn. I felt so bad I was all, "Oh don't worry, I'm not mad at you," and he got really upset and pounced on me, pinning me to the wall. "Don't ever forgive a vampire who tried to drain you of life, you should want to stake me. Do - not- ever- forgive - any - vampires- for - being - killers," were the savage words he hissed in my ears before Miss Summers pulled his shoulder and got him out of the way. And then the lecturing began. I wonder if she took a course on it? "Lecturing for Extremely Power Hungry Tight Asses 101" She yelled at me for skipping class; she yelled at me for going into the basement where students were not allowed without permission; she yelled at me for spying on them; she yelled at me for doing all of this while I'm still on detention for the last 'stunt' I pulled; she yelled at me for doing all of this when I had just gotten nearly drained the day before for my 'shenanigans' and I think she may have yelled at me for not flossing - I lost track.

Finally she asked me what class I was missing and when I said Algebra Spike said he'd have skipped The Whelp's class any day as well. I'm assuming 'The Whelp' is Mr. Harris. Anyways, she gave me an extra two weeks detention and said that if I did anything again she would consider expelling me. Angel said he could always take me back to L.A. with him if I was too much trouble for the school to handle. Miss Summers just looked at him like "don't encourage her" and then muttered something about Faith having had too much influence on me. Hmmm, Los Angeles, that could be interesting. The Lakers are there, the Dodgers aren't bad, and can you say shopping! Plus isn't it like all beach parties and hanging out with celebrities there? The lunch bell rang and Spike offered to take me back up to the cafeteria. Miss Summers was like, "Great I've been wondering what to have the students call you, Mr. Dusty will work just great." Then the three of them started arguing about how the school didn't offer vampires protection from the sun with all of Willow's magical capabilities and how that would be dumb since they generally didn't want vampires in a building full of slayers, and how if Angel had never thrown away something called the Jewel of Amanda I think, then one of them wouldn't have the problem in the first place. I felt so mature watching them bicker. Finally I cleared my throat and they all realized what impression I must be getting so Miss Summers grabbed my wrist and started leading me towards the passage from which she had come.

Later at dinner I talked to Stacey for the first time since yesterday. We had our dorms changed after our fight so that now I'm rooming with a new arrival from Texas, named Kimberly, and she is with a girl from Pakistan named Shabnam. I had sat at a table alone hoping that she would take the hint and come join me. She did and we didn't say anything for a while. Finally she said, "mmsry." I was like, "It's cool, I'm sorry too, about Brad," She nodded her forgiveness. Then she was all, "I should have never let some stupid prophesy get in the way of a friendship as old as ours. I mean for all we know it could just be a rumor, right?" I had no clue what she was talking about, but I didn't feel like bringing up the thing that had started this so I just agreed. I'm really glad we made up, I just wish we hadn't gotten our rooms changed first. Kim had Western stuff all over her side of the room and I feel like I'm at the dude ranch. I guess she's like a serious cowgirl, she competes in barrel racing and team penning and is a very highly ranked rider apparently. It must be torture for her to be away from her horses, it's bad enough for me to have stopped playing my sports and my equipment don't have personalities.

Tomorrow is Saturday! Finally! I don't have detention tomorrow yay! I wonder what we do on weekends around here. Should be interesting. I hope I'll get a chance to talk to Stacey about everything that's happened and find out what she meant by the prophesy thing.

~Abigail~