A/N: I've been having MAJOR writer's block. Ugh. Let me tell you, it sucks. Absolutely sucks. So if this chapter doesn't sound very right, let me know. I didn't write this chapter out of inspiration. It's basically introducing the other characters and stuff like that. *giggles*

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Spike shook his head, "Look, Queen C, it's over -" Her face flamed.

"Kiss me." She demanded.

His eyes bulged out from it's sockets as Cordelia grabbed the collar of his duster and pulled him in roughly. She kissed him brutally, sucking his lips like a vacuum. Cordelia exaggerated her moans and every time Spike backed away for a breath, her pink tongue was seen flicking back and forth like a lizard's tongue.

I grimaced at this display and gagged, "Ugh. Yuck," I stood up, patting Spike's leather clad back while whispering in his ear, "Have fun."

With that, I turned away from the couple. I heard Spike call out something unintelligible, but I decided to ignore it. He was probably enjoying his time with "Queen C."

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Spike tore his lips from the brunette's sloppy kisses, "Wait-" But Cordelia wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her again.

"Cordelia, stop it." Spike ordered standing up while trying to wrench her sticky arms of his body.

She grinned devilishly, "Don't you want to . . .?" She trailed off and raised an eyebrow, pulling at the edge of his pants.

The blonde man scowled and quickly declined, "Ew! God, no."

Cordelia's smile dropped and she plopped back onto the bench, "No?" Her hands rested in his hips.

He shook his head, "No. I told you. We're over, remember?"

She tightened her grip on his waist and hissed, "You didn't seem to mind me kissing you this morning."

Spike frowned and took hold of her wrists before gently laying them in her lap, "Luv, that was before."

Cordelia looked down at their hands and looked back up at him, "Before? Before what?"

Spike smiled and whispered, "Before who, pet. Before who."

The pair watched the retreating brunette's back as she was joined by a red haired girl with a pink, fuzzy shirt.

Cordelia's eyes flashed, but she retained her calmness as she replied dully, "It's her . . .isn't it?"

Spike sighed and looked back at the girl who he had shared many kisses with. He shrugged and gave her a lopsided grin, "Yeah."

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I was still gagging once lunch came around.

I waved my arm in the air, mimicking the nasty movements of Cordelia's tongue to show Willow what I was talking about.

"It was disgusting." I finished, "Absolutely, disgustingly, mortifying."

Willow hugged her books to her chest and stuck out her tongue, "Yuck. Sounds like a really bad horror film."

I rolled my eyes in agreement, "Trust me. It was more." I shivered and she waved her arm at me as I did earlier, we burst into giggles as we entered the cafeteria. Slipping in between a group of jocks, a hand shot out and held me back.

"Whao-wee!" The guy whistled and looked me up and down, "Girl, you are hot!" Some guys behind him started to howl and I rolled my eyes, pulling my arm away from them.

"Back off." I warned.

Everyone "Ooohed" when I turned and walked away. Willow had stood at the side, staring blankly at the bulky men and squeaked when she noticed I wasn't there with her anymore.

She jogged up to me and hung onto my arm like a lifeline, "You could've told me you were leaving! I was so scared when I found out I was alone."

I looked at her, giving her a half smile and asked, "Why were you afraid?"

Her mouth gaped open and she explained, "Why was I afraid?" I nodded, "Because! Those are jocks! They push us around all the time, treating us like rag dolls in the playhouse that we have come to call, 'High school.'"

"Oh."

"And not only that! But they actually paid attention to you!"

I shrugged, "It's not like I wanted it-"

"Are you crazy? I would *kill* to have a guy look at me like they did you. More or less, talk to me." Willow confessed, "Why aren't you totally freaking?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I guess I'm used to it."

Her eyes widened, "Used to it?! You mean, guys *always* do that to you?!"

"Yeah." I said, like it meant nothing.

She snorted, "Geez. You're either very arrogant, or what you're telling me is the truth."

I laughed, "Truth."

I giggled at her mock envious look as we finally made it to our table. At it sat two blonde girls and a short brunette boy.

"Hi," I waved, smiling.

"Buffy, this is Anya," Anya stood up and shook hands with me, smiling brightly.

"This is Tara," She waved shyly.

"And this is Jonathan." She pointed to the short, brunette boy who's head was buried in his arms.

Willow brought her hands to her mouth and gasped, "Oh my gosh. I didn't even notice." She said, worry on her face, "What happened to him? Was it . . ."

The blonde's who were sitting on either side of him looked sadly at their friend and nodded.

Tara brought out a tissue and Jonathan took it gratefully while Anya rubbed his back soothingly and nodded, "It was Cordelia." At the sound of the girl's name, Jonathan burst into tears again and thumped his head on the table.

"Oh sweetie, don't do that. You might give yourself a concussion." Tara said, slipping her hand under his forehead to keep him from hitting his head on the wood.

"What is the deal with this Cordelia-girl?" I asked angrily to no one in particular.

Anya looked up at me and simply stated matter-of-factly, "She's a bitch."

I nodded in agreement, shrugging, "Figured." We all shared a small laugh at that as Willow and I sat down.

Jonathan finally settled down and looked up at me, "Hi, I'm Jonathan."

"Buffy," I said, shaking hands.

"No."

I looked at him strangely and nodded, "Yes, that's my name."

"No." He repeated, "No, it's Xander."

I laughed, "No, my name's Buffy."

"Xander!" Willow called out and she ran over to the boy with glasses who was heading toward our table, "Not you too." She immediately wrapped her arms around him, giving him a comforting hug.

The boy named as Xander held a jacket in front of his pants and adjusted the glassed on his nose, "She's not supposed to pick the same boy twice, you know? I think . . . I think it's against the rules or something." He mumbled as he limped to his seat.

"What happened?"

"Cordelia." Willow answered for me.

I was confused, "Ok, what's going on? I know she's a bitch, but what exactly did she do to these two?"

Anya sighed and rested her chin on her hand, "Cordy-bitch doesn't do anything for herself. She's the lazy ass - big headed - slut bag ho of the school. The bitch likes - loves to fuck with everyone in this school - literally speaking." She paused and muttered, "Bitch is always picking on us -"

"Anya, stop with the swearing!" Tara scolded, reaching a hand to cover her mouth.

Anya glared at her and waved it away, "What?! No one *else* is gonna say it. And we *all* know it's the truth!"

Tara shushed her and continued, "Cordelia is so lazy and thinks that everyone is her, and I quote, 'Slave', she actually gets a different boy to open her locker every time."

"And she chose our friends Jonathan and Xander, here, for today." Anya finished, "Bitch." Tara glared at her and Anya shut her mouth.

Willow was pulling back Xander's hair as he gave her a pained look. Willow hugged his shoulders as she opened his chocolate milk carton for him. He smiled gratefully and blushed.

"So why do they look like this?" I asked, still not getting it.

The table was silent and Anya rolled her eyes, "Oh come on, you guys. Someone just say it already." The silence continued and she crossed her arms over her chest, "Ok, fine. Every time a guy opens her locker, she gives them a hand job. She makes them cum in front of her friends and they are then humiliated in front of students and teachers." I raised an eyebrow at her, surprised at her bluntness.

"Now the thing is, she usually uses a different boy each time. It keeps things cleaner, I suppose." She waved her hand in dismissal and then pointed at Xander, "But she picked Xander twice. Thus, having him cum twice and having his pants in a little . . .mess."

"Ugh. My life . . .sucks," He professed and was about to drop his head on the table when Anya's hand held onto his forehead.

"Glasses." She stated simply.

He nodded and handed his glasses to Willow and Anya let go of his forehead which dropped onto the table with a loud thud.

"Ouch." He pouted and rubbed his head. Willow smiled adoringly at him as he rested his head on her shoulder. I gave her a knowing smile and Willow blushed.

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"You *so* like him." I said to Willow once we were finished eating and left Xander to the nurses office to get cleaned up.

"N-no, I don't!" She shook her head as her face flamed, "I don't like Xander! I-I mean . . . I like w-who?" She hung her head low and slapped her forehead with her palm.

I giggled at her attempt to cover her mistake, "Nice try." I patted her back, "That's ok, he's cute. He seems like a nice guy."

She looked back up to me, face still blushing, "He is. He's the sweetest guy you could ever meet. He brought my mom flowers when she was sick and he lent me his jacket when it was chilly outside. He always stuck up for me when those jocks tripped me or took my books, even though he'd get beat up for it. He's funny too, he's . . ." She trailed off and I could almost see the hearts in her eyes.

I nudged her, "I was so wrong. You don't like him, you're smitten." She smiled and nodded shamelessly.

Willow giggled and nudged me back, "And what about you?"

I gave her a confused look, "What about me?"

She rolled her eyes, "Oh come on. I saw you go into that," She put her fingers in the air, making air quotes, "'secluded corner' of the hall with Spike."

"Oh?" I said, disinterestedly.

The red head raised her eyebrows, "Oh? That's all I get? An 'Oh'?"

I smiled, "Fine. How about this." I cleared my throat, "Oh!" I said with exaggerated enthusiasm and clapped my hands.

She shook her head, "Ha, ha. But I'm serious."

"What?"

"Oh!" She flailed her arms.

"What about 'Oh?'"

She sighed and explained, "You walk into a secluded area with Spike and I don't even get a blush or a giddy giggle?"

I frowned, "Should you be?"

She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, "Yeah." she said matter-of-factly.

"Uh . . . Why, may I ask?" We had found my locker and I was now turning the dial as Willow continued to explain.

"Do you *know* who Spike is?"

I jiggled the latch, but the locker wouldn't budge. "Um . . .An annoying, hot, British guy?" I tried.

Willow gave me a look.

I sighed, "Uh . . .How about 'An annoying, hot, British guy who has unnatural blonde hair?"

Willow sighed and leaned on the lockers and corrected me, "Try, *annoyingly HOT*, British guy . . .who has unnatural blonde hair." She frowned at the last part, "He's not a real blonde?"

I snorted, "Please. Hair like that? He *so* cannot be a natural blonde." I shrugged, "Maybe at heart-"

"Argh!" Willow mock growled, "You're putting me off topic."

I giggled, "Sorry, go on." I pounded my locker, but it still wouldn't open, "I still don't understand what point of walking with Spike would make me giggle with glee."

Willow nudged me aside and took over the locker combination and began turning the knob, "Spike is only the *hottest* and most *wanted* bad boy in school . . ." She paused and thought moment. After shrugging, she finished, "Probably in town."

She shook her head and continued, "He's not only wanted by *all* the girls, but by teachers too. I mean, he's caused a *lot* of trouble in the past couple of years."

I nodded slowly, "Ah . . .So basically, he's your typical, Bad boy slash Playboy type of guy."

"Yup," She said, popping the 'p'. "Exactly. Every girl has tried to get his attention one way or another and he's all with the, 'Can't touch this.'"

This sparked my interest, "What do you mean?"

She turned and looked my way, "He's never been with a girl. As in, he's never had a relationship. Sure, he's had many one night stands, but that's it." The red head shrugged, "He gets whoever and whatever he wants . . .every time."

I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled, "Every time?"

"Every time." She pulled the latch up and the locker clicked open. Her watch beeped and she glanced at it, "Oh shoot. I gotta go. I wish I could talk more, but I have to get that book from the library before class starts."

She ran through the herd of students and waved back at me, "I'll see you later!"

"Bye!" I waved back and turned back to my locker. "What's this?" I picked up a folded note sitting at the bottom of my locker.

It was from Spike.

"Why am I not surprised?" I muttered with a smile. The letter was some sweet poem. "Does he expect this is gonna sweep me off my feet?" I shook my head, "He's got another thing coming to him."

Willow's voice replayed in my head.

"Whoever and whatever he wants, every time, huh?" I tapped the note in my hand and grinned, "Well, Spike, my boy . . . not this time."

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A/N: *dodges tomatoes* Yeah, I know. The ending was a little lame, but hey, I liked it. *giggles* So what did you think? I've had writer's block all this time, go easy on me . . . *giggles* Please review!

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