Author's Note: Xander did not spike Buffy's drink in the last chapter. He offered her an alcoholic drink and she accepted. Sorry for making that unclear.

As Angel entered Cool Beans, the door chimed.

Buffy looked toward the door when she heard the sound. Before Angel could approach her, she hurried to the bathroom.

Angel sat down at one of the tables and waited for her to return.

"Welcome to Cool Beans. What can I get you today?" A brunette waitress flashed him a flirtatious smile.

Angel glanced at her nametag. "Actually Faith, I'm looking for Buffy."

"She's in the bathroom. Can I get you something while you're waiting?"

"No, thanks. Can you tell her I'm here?"

"Of course," Faith said and walked off.

"B, there's a guy here asking for you," Faith said, entering the bathroom.

"Can you take care of it? I don't want to talk to him," Buffy said, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Yes you do. He's hot!"

Buffy forced a smile and begrudgingly left to go deal with Angel.

"Welcome to Cool Beans. What can I get for you?" She refused to look at him.

"We need to talk," he said plainly.

"No we don't. Are you going to order something?" She replied with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"God dammit, Buffy, cut the waitress act!"

"I am a waitress, Angel. It's my job. If you're not a customer, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We need to keep the tables open for customers."

Angel looked around. "I'm the only one here."

"And you're not a customer. The exit's that way." She pointed toward the door.

"I'll have a cappuccino." He smiled sarcastically. Something caught his eye and his smirk immediately faded. She was still wearing his cross necklace.

Buffy noticed him staring at her chest and looked down. The necklace had fallen out of its hiding place. She quickly slipped it back underneath her shirt. "I'll have that cappuccino ready for you in a second," she said, walking off.

Three hours had gone by and Buffy still refused to talk to him. Angel was on his sixth cup of coffee. He'd switched to decaf after the fourth when he could no longer sit still. He was still extremely jittery.

"We're closing," Faith announced to him and another couple who was sitting at the other side of the café.

"I need to talk to Buffy," Angel said, refusing to leave.

"Look, it's been four hours and the only time she's talked to you is when she was taking your order. We're closing so you can't stay here. If you still think you can get her to talk to you, you can wait for her outside."

Angel got up and dropped a twenty on the table. "Keep the change," he said as he started to walk off.

"Buffy's making a big mistake," she said after him.

Angel turned around.

"You seem like a really great guy. Just give her some time; she'll come to her senses."

He gave her a sad smile and walked out. The door chimed as it closed behind him.

Faith turned around and looked at Buffy who was standing behind the counter with her back turned. She pretended to be washing dishes. "Hey B, you okay?"

Buffy just nodded her head, trying to hide her tears from her friend.

"You want to talk about it?"

She quickly dried her eyes with the back of her hand and turned around. "I loved him, we broke up, end of story."

"There's more to it than that. I'll understand if you don't want to talk about it."

"I slept with his best friend."

"Oh," Faith said, not sure how to respond. "It looks to me like he's willing to give you a second chance," she said, smiling.

"I don't deserve a second chance, Faith." Buffy turned back around and finished drying the dishes. She thought she'd be strong enough to talk about it, but she wasn't. Not yet.

"Why don't you let me finish this?" She gestured toward the dishes in Buffy's hand. "I can lock up tonight."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go home and get some sleep. You look like death run over twice."

"Thanks," Buffy smiled and took off her apron. She hung it up on the coat rack and grabbed her purse. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye," Faith said, watching her walk through the door as it chimed.

Angel was sitting on the hood of his car when Buffy started to walk home. It had started to rain, but he didn't mind. He liked looking up and watching the drops come down on him. He jumped off his car when he saw her walk by. He got in the car and drove to the corner where he could cut her off. Then he parked and got out.

"Angel, please just leave me alone," she said when she spotted him waiting for her.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do that." He walked up to her so he was only standing inches away, his size dwarfing her.

"Well, you're going to have to. I can't have you following me everywhere. Don't you get it? We're over. We were over the second you kissed her."

"I can't accept that. I made a mistake, we both did. So what? People make mistakes. There has to be some way we can get through this."

"I don't think there is. I don't know how I can trust you again. You lied to me." She took a step to the side, trying to walk around him, but he moved in front of her, blocking her.

"Please, just try," he begged.

"I can't, Angel."

"I miss you and it's driving me crazy. I miss how you'd come to visit me at work, how you've never missed an episode of "Friends," how you fold the comforter over whenever you make the bed. God, I even miss the vanilla scented candles you put in my bathroom!" The lump in his throat kept him from continuing.

"You think I don't miss you? You think my feelings for Xander will ever be anything compared to what I felt for you? News flash Angel, they're not! You want to know why I chose Xander? Because I could hurt you the most with him! I'm not over you. I don't know if I'll ever be, but I'm working on it and maybe you should be too."

He looked away. "If you had to sleep with someone, I'm glad it was Xander. You showed me what kind of friend he was. You know for years I thought we were best friends. You have no idea how much shit I've taken for him. I was supposed to go to a big art school in New York, but I couldn't because I spent my tuition money bailing him out of jail. Going to that school was my dream, but now I go to UC Sunnydale. I guess what I really want to say is, thank you for showing you what kind of person he really is."

"Don't do this, Angel." She shook her head. "Don't try to make me feel bad for you, because you don't deserve my pity. After my mom died, I closed up, but you were the one person I let in and you hurt me more than I thought possible. You should be thankful I'm talking to you right now because I can guarantee this will be the last conversation we ever have."

The rain started to fall harder and was pounding into the ground. It had flattened Angel's hair and straightened Buffy's. The water was dripping down both of their bodies and their clothes were soaked.

"Let me give you a ride home," he said, knowing the conversation wasn't over, but not wanting to continue outside where anyone could watch.

"I'm fine walking. I like the rain," she replied stubbornly.

"If you let me drive you home, I promise that I won't bother you again." He hoped that he'd be able to change her mind about their relationship during the short car ride to her house.

"You're saying that if I let you drive me home, you'll leave me alone?"

He nodded. "If that's what you want."

"It is."

He opened the door for her and helped her into his car before getting in on the drivers side. He put the car in drive and headed towards her house. "You'd think we'd be mature adults about this," he said.

"I don't think either of us are very good at being adults."

He smiled. "No, we aren't are we? Speaking of which, what are you going to do for your birthday?"

"I don't know. I think I might go out to dinner with my dad. I'm not doing anything big."

"You're turning eighteen. That's pretty big."

"I don't like birthdays. They tend to suck."

"Why?" He knew small talk would never win her back, but it was better than fighting again.

"My birthday is the anniversary of when my parents split. It's an entirely unwanted reminder." She looked out the window as they passed a couple walking their dog and holding a large green umbrella.

"I'm sorry," he said, fighting the temptation to pull her into his arms and comfort her the same way he had done so many times before.

Ten minutes later, he pulled into her driveway. The car ride hadn't gone anything like he planned. After she told him about her parents' break up, he didn't feel it was the right time to try and talk her into giving him a second chance. "I wish we didn't have to end like this."

"Summer flings never last. We were stupid to think we had anything more than that."

Angel reached over to the back seat and grabbed a large packing box. "Here's all your stuff." He handed the box to her.

Buffy looked inside it. Mostly it was filled with clothes and toiletries. On the top was the picture of her and her mother he had borrowed to make her graduation present, and a stuffed pig. She picked the pig out of the box. "I don't want this," she said and shoved it into his hands.

"It's Mr. Gordo," he replied, confused.

"I know. Goodbye, Angel," she said and opened the car door.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to her forehead. "Bye, love," he said so quietly it was almost a whisper.

Buffy got out of the car and closed the door behind her.

Angel sat there long after she had gone inside, staring at the pig in his hands.