Part Eleven
I sleep through the whole night, which actually feels good. I wake up rested for once. Angel is no where to be found and Spike, I think, drunk himself to sleep. There's a bottle of half full tequila next to him. I sigh and clean it up. I go to put it in the fridge.
I take a sip and actually wince as the burning liquid runs into my mouth and down my throat.
Yum.
I shake my head and stick it in the fridge. Looking at the clock, I see its 9:30.
Wow.
That's the earliest I've gotten up in a week.
Oh well, I've got places to be and classes to take. I get dressed in a light blue tank top and kakis. I put on sandals and gathered my books and walked out the door.
I was having such a good day, on the way to school, I picked up a creamy latte and a McBagel things. It was delicious, if riddled with fat. Yummy sausage, cheese, and egg.
Mmmmm…
I arrived just in time for Psych. I snag a seat in the back and, guess who's there.
Brett.
"Hey Buffy." He greets.
"Hey back." I say nonchalantly.
He does that fast eye drop that guys are always doing, I guess he likes what he sees because his eyes spark.
"So… Are you seeing someone?" He asked.
Why do guys always do this to me? Trap me, ask me out, and I'm just too damn polite to say take a damn hike.
"Seeing someone?"
Gulp.
"Well, not seeing someone in the strictest sense of seeing someone, but I guess I am seeing someone, but I'm not really seeing someone." I babble.
Oh my God.
Was that even a sentence?
Did that even make any sense?
His lips quirk.
He's laughing at me!
Of course, my foot is in my mouth once again.
"Um, that would be a no. Kind of." I add quickly.
"Maybe, do you want to go out sometime?" He asks.
Sigh.
What am I supposed to say?
What a minute.
Angel.
Do we remember the souled-creature-of-the-night-hunk-of-burning-GRR!-?
And I m talking to myself as 'we' now?
I think I have a friggen colony in my head or something.
Crap, while I am having a discussion with myself, he's awaiting an answer.
Crap!
Panic!
"Um, can I think about it? Get back to you in Myth?" I ask, calmly, coolly.
He smiles.
"Sure."
"Until then." I say.
Great.
Just great…
*
Alright.
I'm at Myth now, and I have made my decision.
I will go out with him
But, listen, before I get stuff thrown at me, it's not because I like him. I mean, yeah, he's a cutie. And, maybe I like him…like I like Xander. But, I want to show stupid face Angel that I can move on and his being here does not effect me. I know, I have biting come backs, I mean…
Stupid face?
I can have demons and humans scared shitless at the mention of my name, and I say STUPID FACE?
Oh well, sue me.
I walk in and Brett's eyes lock with mine. I smile, if a bit falsely.
"Have you decided?" He asks.
I nodded, "Sure. I'll go out with you. Tonight?" I ask.
He looks taken aback, but pleased.
"S-sure. At The Bronze? 9ish?" He asks.
I smile, again with the fakeness.
"No problem."
God, I am so evil.
*
I'm getting dressed for my 'date' when my phone rings.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"Buffy? We need you to come to the shop."
It's Giles.
Perfect…
"But, I have a date." I whine.
I play the role perfectly because he stutters.
"A-a-a Date?"
"Yes, a date. I am going out to see someone. But, I'll drop in. Can we make it quick?" I ask.
"What? Oh-um, y-yes."
We hang up.
Perfect!
I drive and am there with 10 minutes.
I saunter in and everyone stares at me.
Leather pants, revealing black top, dark makeup, and my hair is kinked.
I know, so totally Faith, but, hey?-she's got taste, if a bit on the slut side.
"Can we make this quick? I have a date." I say.
Everyone does a double-take!
Willow squeals.
Xander and Anya's mouth drops open.
Cordelia sneers.
Giles, still, is shocked.
I make eye contact with Wes then Spike and instantly they know what's going on.
"Brilliant! Slayer's got a date." He exclaims, then his expression turns sly, "Hope he can compare to me."
My mouth drops, "Pervert."
And, then I see Angel.
He's fuming. His face is red, can vampires do that?, his eyes *blazing* yellow with tinted red.
Oh God…
Is this supposed to make me want him?
Ugh, no, stop naughty lustful Angel thoughts.
Now, is so not the time!
Angel looks torn between screaming with rage and killing me.
Oops.
Not.
I roll my black lined eyes, "And I'm here why?"
"Oh! Uh, we have some information about what you are… But, I think it can wait." Wesley says, smiling at me.
Oh, I could kiss him.
But…
I won't.
Because that's just wrong.
But, I hug him briefly, then turn to Giles.
"That's ok, right?" I ask.
He nods smiling, "Be careful."
"You know me."
"Again, be careful."
I smirk.
Willow grabs my hand, "I want details!" She squeals.
I smile, and nod, "Of course."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Spike calls out, leering at me.
I roll my eyes, "Later,"
I decide to walk and leave my car. Though the window, before I turned around, I saw Angel through the window, his eyes locking with mine. My lips parted…then I almost fell flat on my face.
How graceful I am for a Slayer.
I turned around, feeling my face flush with a burning hotness. My heels click on the cold sidewalk as I near The Bronze. I feel someone following me, but at this point, I don't care enough to turn around.
I enter the club and the guy stamps my hands.
HA!
I can drink.
And, it's so sad I am amused by this.
I go up to the bar and lean against it. I order a whatever-shaken-not-stirred. I sip it slowly, enjoying the burning in my mouth.
Mmm.
I see Brett right as he sees me. He waves. I wave back, plastering a smile on my face.
"Hey!" He yells over the pounding music.
"Hey back." I greet, sipping my drink.
"Want to dance?" He asks.
I shrug, finish my drink, and then nod.
"Come on!" I yell, leading him into the throng.
We move and 'groove' to the music.
I crack myself up.
But, really. I'm having fun. A slow song comes on.
Wheels of my mind start spinning.
I know Angel is here.
I can feel him.
His being pounds into me like nothing I've ever felt before. He's mad. I can feel his rage. He's near, watching me.
Idea!
Slow dance + Brett = sexy dance that will drive Angel crazy.
"Let's have fun." I whispered in Brett's ear.
I get in front of him and start to rub against him. I began my little dance.
Hmm, de ja vue.
Xander.
I am evil.
I let my eyes sweep the thick crowd and spot Angel. He's standing beside the stairs, looking pissed off as hell.
I feel satisfaction flutter within me.
Cordelia Chase, eat your heart out.
The dance ends and Brett looks like he's had the time of his life.
"I'm going to get a drink!" I yell over the music and leave without waiting for an answer.
I order whatever I had before, shaken-not-stirred. I'm just about to take a drink when someone grabs my arm.
"What the hell?!" I yell.
It's Angel.
Gulp.
"Stalking is illegal in all fifty states." I bite out
He growls fiercely and I see how raged he his.
Eyes flashing.
Oh God.
He pushes me against the cold wall and grips my waist painfully. His lips cover my and I try to protest.
But, it feels to good, too familiar.
God, I am so weak.
After moments, I need to breath and try to push him away. He allows it, but moves those heavenly lips to my neck, where he bites and nips my scar.
I melt under him.
"Why?" I gasp.
At least I'm partially coherent.
"Cause, you're mine." He growls.
I fume
"I don't belong to anyone." I snap.
He shrugs.
Ohhh!
He's pissing me off.
"Why don't you go home to Queen Cordy, that is if she's done being a
'higher-power'." I mock, my lips curling up in a sneer.
"Why don't you go home to Spike? Do you share a bed with him?" He growls.
"You know I don't." I whisper.
He looks at me, his dark eyes boring into mine.
"I have to go." I said, pushing him away.
"Buffy-"
"Don't!" I say, holding up my hand, "Just don't."
I make up some excuse to Brett, finish my drink, and go home.
I'm feeling a bit buzzed, partially from the drinks…and Angel's kiss.
God!
I HATE THIS!
But I love him.
Lucky me, could I have a more screwed up life?
And then, there's a knock at my door.
And it's him.
"Can we talk?" Angel asks.
I nod, let him in, and sit down, looking at my hands.
Oh God…
What have I gotten my self into?