A/N: Here is chapter 3. enjoy.

Disclaimer: Must I go through this pain and suffering again?"

"Ok kiddos, the lesson ends here!" the said expressions on

the children's faces looked up at him, "Don't look at me

like that, 2 hours is over, look over there your parents are

here already." Angel told his karate class. He taught at his

dad's karate school every night, he had a different class

each night. Angel went into the change room to get out of

his uniform. He finished and then walked up stairs.

*Knock* "Hey dad, I'm going home for the night. The

class was pretty good, they're getting better, and soon

they'll be up to their brown belts." Angel informed his

father, "Oh that's great, we'll set up the hall out the back

soon and make notes to go home to their parents. I'll see

you at home; I've still got a self-defense class to teach.

Bye son." His father replied looking up at him and then

returning to his files. Angel walked down the stairs only to

find Spike leaning on the banister, "Hey Angel. Remember

how I told you I'm a black belt in karate and do street

fighting and stuff?" Spike asked, "Yeah, you want a job?

We've got 1 empty position. You'll probably start off

teaching younger groups though; dad will want to see if

you can work with them. You'll work your way up from

there." Angel said. "That's great, just something to do

with my nights." Spike said nodding his head

nonchalantly, "Ok, do you want to talk to my dad right

now? Or did you want to keep it to the morning?" Angel

asked, "Morning is fine." Spike replied and with that they

left to the Bronze.

Spike stayed seated, watching as the couples danced to

the soft music. Buffy and Angel finished and walked over

and took a huge sip of their drinks. "Why is he here?"

Buffy asked Angel, the smile being immediately wiped off

her face. "Buffy, be nice." Angel told her his eyes

widening. "Well, it's not like he has anyone to dance with

or anything so why is he here? He has nothing else to do?

Does he have no life?" She said rudely making her voice

loud enough for Spike to hear it. "I'm outta here Angel, I'll

catch you later man, maybe your girlfriend should get an

attitude check." Spike said as he grabbed his leather

duster and walked out from between the couple. Angel

shook his head at Buffy, she looked at him for a second,

"Well it's true!" she defended herself, Angel sat down and

she did the same, "What don't you like about him?" Angel

asked, Buffy was silent, "What you mean you hate him for

the heck of it?" she was silent once again/

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"Angel, I have something to tell you. Sit down." Angel

obeyed his father and took a seat, "Angel, I've found a

building with great potential to be a martial arts school,

it's huge, it's new, no major changes need to be done

and.we have the money, no loan needed." His father told

him, Angel grinned, "dad that's great! Where is it?" Angel

asked, "that's the bad news, it's in LA, I have no choice

but to go there, but you don't have to come if you don't

want to." Mr. O'Connor told his son; Angel's grin was

wiped off, "what about mom, is she going?" Angel asked

indignantly, "Yeah, she is." He replied, "Well, what am I

supposed to do here by myself, I guess I'm coming, but

who is going to take care of this place?" Angel asked,

"Well, our house is going to be rented out, and we've

found people to take care of it and of course, William will

be here as a worker. We will be back in 6 months when

you've finished the 1st semester of the 12th grade, I've

talked to your principal and you are welcome back at any

time, so you will be finishing school and doing you S.A.Ts

here. Then when you leave for college, we're going to go

back to LA." His father had all the answers but to Angel, it

was all so sudden.

A/N: There you go, chapter 4 will be up soon. Please review.

TBC: Cordelia comes into the story, angel leaves and him and Buffy try the whole long distance relationship. Buffy finds more to Spike than his bleached blonde hair and a pack of cigarettes.