Angels POV

God.she looks so good. Why cant everyone else see it. I love her.I have for years.since I first saw her all those years ago in third grade. Why cant I just go tell her how much I love her and ask her out. Because you have a reputation to protect and she hates you, said a voice in the back of his head. Angel shook away the thought as the bell rang. But he still couldn't take his eyes off of her. ***

{{{Biology}}}

"Ok class, today guess what, you will all be given an assignment, surprised? No. Well anyways the important thing is that I will assign each of you a partner. It will be yours and your partners job to take care of this egg to see if you are ready to become parents."

"First group of people is, Willow Rosenberg and Oz Smith."

A small YAY!!! was heard throughout the room as the two were pared together.

"And our last group of students will be Angel Donnely and Buffy Summers." the teacher stated with almost a look of sheer happiness.

"WHAT!!!" exclaimed both of them at the same time.

"Your pairing me with him!" Buffy yelled just as Angel yelled, "Your pairing me with HER!"

Inside though Angel could not have been happier. He was being paired with Buffy Anne Summers, the girl of his dreams, maybe.just maybe.this could be his chance to go out with Buffy.

Later that day Buffy cornered Angel in the hallway. Listen to me Donnely I am just as unhappy about this as you are but I need to pass this class and we are going to work something out about this. I don't care if we never even look at each other during this but we WILL work this out understand. Now the egg needs a name.

"How 'bout Seth?" Angel suggested.

"Fine I don't care. Now I'll take Seth today and you get him tomorrow understand?"

"Yeah"

At that Buffy walked off swaying her hips causing him to stare at her butt as she walked away.

Do you like? Its my first story and I'm really nervous. I'd just like to thank InsideTears and BrownEyedX5 for reviewing it helped a lot. Well I'll take criticism as long as it is constructive! sry so short