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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Quite the charmer: Chappy 1~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Ah.....first day of school. How I love this day!" I mutter in fake enthusiasm as I walk up the stone steps to Sunnydale High. I look around and try to find the information office. I am completely lost and it doesn't help that I don't know a single person. I have just moved to Sunnydale, California a few days ago and I feel completely alone. This would've never have happened if it weren't for my dad. I would've been in Washington right now, strolling through the halls like I owned the place, laughing with my friends. But no, dad just had to have an affair with his secretary and divorce my mom. I growl as I remember how my dad had managed to take the house and most of our assets. I cannot believe my own father could be such a selfish bastard, I think bitterly. Now I'm here in Sunnydale because mom decided we needed a change of scenery. A new life.

Ok....so the reason I'm here is partially my fault. I wasn't much of a Miss Goody-two-shoes back home. Don't get me wrong. I DID do my homework and got good grades, but sometimes, you just have to live a little. So, I became a troublemaker and what can I say? It was fun doing bad things at school. Oh, yuck! Not THAT kind of "bad things." Come on. Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant things like talking back to my teachers, skipping class, and burning the school gym down. Although, let me let you in on a secret. Me burning down the gym was more of an accident. You see, I have this low tolerance for smokers and this guy was taking a drag and.ugh. Let's just save that story for a later time, huh? Anyways, I still don't know where the office is. So right now, I have no idea what my classes are.

"Great...." I comment to no one in particular, "I'll be late on my first day of my Sophomore year. But that's ok." I shrug in fake calmness.

So here we watch Buffy Summers. The slender, honey-haired, beauty, looking for anyone who might help her. Poor girl. So lost, so alone. Oh, look Buffy! He looks nice! There's a handsome, young gentlemen laughing with his friends sitting on the benches.

And handsome he is. Brown hair and well muscled. Actually, as Buffy approaches closer, she can see that he is a little, "too muscled." But what the hell? You're already headed in his direction anyway! Why don't you ask him where the office is?

I finally find myself standing behind this group of males and clear my throat. They immediately stop their conversations and I notice all their appreciative looks. I sigh in satisfaction, Maybe this school isn't so bad after all.

"Well he-llo, honey," the brunette whistles as his eyes take a tour of my body. Then again, maybe not, I correct myself. He drinks in the sight of my long, firm legs hidden securely underneath my blue, low rise jeans. He's probably drinking in the saliva that's dripping out of the corner of his mouth, I roll my eyes, not really paying attention to what the guy has to say. I'm just determined to get to the office and away from these men. "Where have you been all my life?"

"I've been kind of lost, actually...." Oops. Wrong choice of words. I mentally kick myself as he thinks I'm flirting with him.

He rubs his hands together as he stands up from the bench. He's so tall that he towers above me and remember those muscles I mentioned? He's so built that he's blocking me from the sun. Did I mention how I hate such muscled men? So stop giving me the eye, I scold silently.

"Well, I'm glad you found your way to me." He's trying to sound sincere, I smile at his lame tactics. But to this large man, he thinks he has her caught in his web. He smiles an arrogant smile, thinking that he's won me over. He reaches out to hold my hand and with my hand that he's reaching for, I move it away and pretend to scratch my neck. He looks shocked and confused. Hmm....maybe a girl not interested is a new thing for him. What an arrogant freak, I diss without saying it out loud.

"You know what? I've gotta go. I'm sorry. I'm meeting a friend." I know, lame way to get out of a situation like this. But I'm not a cold-hearted person, so I don't tell him how much his breath stinks, how his armpit sweat is leaking through his white shirt, or how I

SO do not like him. I come up with a polite excuse and end the conversation. I spin around and push my way through the guys huddling around me. Where the heck did they come from, I ask myself. They're all staring wide-eyed at me, their eyes flick back and forth between me and the muscled man.

"Riley, my man," laughs one of the guys, "I think she just turned you down." He shakes his head and laughs along with Riley's other friends.

Riley is shocked that she dare make a fool out of him, Riley Finn! He runs through their short chat and doesn't understand what he had done wrong. She should've been eating at the palm of my hand, Riley thinks. But she isn't and right now, Buffy Summers is flipping her brown hair over her shoulder and roaming around the school building.

Darting my eyes around the school yard, I feel like a loner. Everything is so foreign. The temperature is different, it's hotter. Their clothes are different, they're more revealing and WAY more expensive looking. And the people are totally different too. Well, not exactly. Men seem to be the same everywhere, I shrug. I sigh as I walk by a group of girls who are hanging around some guy wearing a black leather duster.

"Geez, wearing black in this summer heat? He must be crazy! He must be so-"

My thoughts are immediately sucked dry as said guy turns to a girl who is in my line of vision. He is now turned and my eyes catch his body in all its glory.

"-hot." I finish dreamily. My eyes travel up and down his body and so far, I'm giving him full appraisal. This guy is a hottie. He is covered head to toe in black. Wearing a tight-fitting, black t-shirt, jeans, and boots, his hair is the only thing that really has any difference. It is slicked back with gel and a shockingly whitish-blonde. Damn, does it look good. But his face. I have never seen a face like this before. He has angular cheeks and pouty lips..... oh God. And such blue eyes. A high-pitched giggle reaches my ears as I shake my head from the dreamland I have somehow floated into.

"What're you staring at?" A brunette girl from the group laughs. All the other girls turn their heads toward me and started laughing like hyenas. I bite my lip in embarrassment that I am caught staring at the cute guy. He turns and winks at me and the same brunette girl glares daggers; all which are aimed at me. She wraps her arms around his shoulders as he faces another girl who starts blushing once he begins talking to her. The brunette girl who had initiated my presence sends one last look at me and mouths, "Stay away, he's mine."

I sigh in defeat and continue my walk towards the building. The good- looking guys are always taken, I joke to myself. I shake my head and push my way through the heavy, wooden doors.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *hiding behind bed* Ok.....so how (*cough* BAD) was it? *bites lip* Please review?