I updated?!?! I know!! I'm shocked too =P
Dedicated to Babs, Angie and Sabs....May they always irritate me beyond belief and be my best friends =P...And to Liz for posting this challenge. Oh and everyone that's reviewed *sniffles dramatically* this is for you! *cries*
Disclaimer: DO I look like a gay-straight bastard (with control issues and a bad haircut) that ruins everything? The answer is no.....I do not. :O Babs I heard that =P
Rating: Same as everything else.
Summary: Wouldn't it be great if they had a near death experience? Nah, not now.
Feedback: Feedback? *drools* yes please =P
AN: I dunno if this is clear or not but Buffy and Angelus go to the same school...Different years though.
Now then, on with the story.
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Chapter 4
"Oy vey," Faith groaned and sat up. The annoying beeping continued. She fumbled with the buttons momentarily before giving up and unplugging it.
"I win," she announced and peeled off her sheets.
She knocked on Buffy's door as she ran by. "Wake up sunshine!"
"Oh joy," Buffy grumbled back. "Bitch."
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Faith pulled the car into her parking space, checked her hair, and jumped out of the car.
Buffy's hand shook as she unbuckled her seatbelt. "Who let her drive," she stared straight ahead of her.
Heather gulped and fell over herself to get out of the car. She heard heels clicking on the pavement behind her and sprinted across the parking lot.
"Aww c'mon! I'm not gonna hurt you. Well, maybe a little....but just a little!"
"Oh and that's supposed to make me feel better," she yelled incredulously over her shoulder.
"Damn straight. 'Specially considering Babs coulda killed us!"
"Oh, right. But she doesn't wanna be called Babs, remember?"
The giggle behind her was forced.
"You can't really be mad."
"You really think that," Heather could practically hear her eyebrows raise. "Then stop running."
"No, that's ok...I need the exercise."
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Mr. Leigg stood in front of his class and stared them down individually before speaking. "Today's assignment is simple. Pick any topic you wish then write a poem or short story about it."
He noticed Angelus gaze out the window. "Mr. Granger, are we clear?"
"Crystal, sir."
"Good."
He began sketching in his notebook. A face, a body, hair........Buffy. Damn it! She just wouldn't leave him alone. What's wrong with me?
You're in love with her, dumbass, his inner voice tormented him.
No, I'm not. I hate her in a I-really-want-to-scr - what the hell?
Angelus is in looooooove, Angelus is in loooooove.
Goddamn it.
He sighed, leaned further back into his desk and accepted it as much as he could. I have a tiny crush, was all he allowed himself to think.
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Buffy wasn't fairing much better in her history class. Every time she tried to pay attention her thoughts kept straying to her extremely hott enemy. She knew that sooner or later she'd have to deal with following the plan but....she couldn't help but worry about what would happen. What if she forgot everything was just an act? Or forgot that she was just supposed to get close to him to find out about his plan. She sighed. At least he's cute.
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Faith took a long drag of her cigarette. Buffy and Heather never wanted to leave when school was over. Who the hell would willingly stay there for an extra hour? She watched Angelus and Spike walk out of the school. Fuck. She rushed into the girl's bathroom and waited for them to pass.
"I told you," Spike's voice reached her ears.
"Told me what?"
"That you love her. Who wouldn't?"
Angelus growled possessively.
Did Angelus just growl, Faith asked herself and tried not to smile.
"What? You wouldn't just admit that you loved the chit. I can say anything I bloody well please."
The distinct sound of something being pushed into a locker was the only response Faith heard. Now this is could be interesting. Faith smirked.
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TBC.......Soon too.....I already have part of 5 written =P
and remember......
FEEDBACK MAKES THE WORLD SHINER AND KEEPS THE CREATIVE WHEELS FROM RUSTING.