Title: Scared Hearts
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Hey! My bad, haven't updated in a while . . . a long while. Well, I am now, so yay? Ha, right. Anyways, please read and review! I'm begging! Oh, and, do you want this to be B/A or B/S? Tell me in a review. I'm thinking I might make it B/A, but if you people want B/S! Then, tell me!
~*~
School days always seemed long before lunch. The time just didn't seem to pass quick enough. But then, after lunch it was like, it was almost like they weren't even there for the whole day. Y'know? Well, that's what Buffy knows. And right now, it was only ten minutes into first period of the day. Every five seconds seemed like five hours, but when you checked your watch, not even five seconds had passed. It was torture. The only simple answer, torture.
Buffy kept trying to think back to the night before, at the Bronze, to remember something interesting to keep her awake. Anything. But, nothing came to mind. Lifting her head, she glanced around the classroom, seeing her fellow pupils paying close attention to the board. God, what was up with this school? Turning her attention to the window beside her, she caught a glimpse of something unexpected, something unusually not right to her. There, underneath the willow tree, sat Angel, reading something. Buffy couldn't make out what the title was exactly, so that kind of made it seem not so unusual. It was probably some book called, "101 ways to get in a private school girl's pants . . .or skirt". Not like they needed to actually write a book for that, it should be quite simple with some of the sluts she'd seen.
"Ms. Summers, would you care to answer that one?"
The teacher, Mr. Whitmore's voice brought her back to reality. All eyes were on her as if he had asked her to do something. He probably had, but god, Buffy couldn't even remember what class this was, let alone what they were supposed to be learning.
"Huh?"
"Please, pay attention."
Buffy just glared at him, before turning her gaze back to the willow tree. He was gone. Not a trace of Angel there, it was as if she had been dreaming it, hallucinating. 'Why would Angel be reading anyway? I mean, he certainly wouldn't read during school time when anyone could see him. No, I must have been seeing things.' Buffy thought.
~*~
"So, this new chick, Buffy Summers, what do you think of her?" Angel asked his friends as they sat underneath that same willow tree Buffy had seen him under.
"One word. Hot." Parker said.
"Another word. Mine." Angel replied.
"She didn't seem to take a liking to you too well mate." Spike said, joining in.
"Why would you want her anyway? She's a loser. I mean, look at those freaks she hangs out with." Cordelia said, eyeing Buffy, Willow and Xander laughing and hitting each other.
On the inside though, Cordelia only wished that someday, she'd have true friends like that. Those three had only just met the other day and now it was as if they had been friends for life. It wasn't like she could say her present friends were all bad, they were great, really, she just . . . Well, she just wanted someone to like her for her. Not her money. Or her looks.
"Oh, but she will like me. Sure, she seems to be the innocent . . . Well, actually she doesn't. But, you get what I mean. She's probably just to scared it will ruin her rep if she says she likes me."
"No, you aren't conceited at all." Anya said sarcastically.
"Hey! That was rude. Don't be rude to my precious Angel." Druscilla snapped.
"Okay . . . Any other psycho people want to share their opinion?" Anya asked.
"Ahn, leave Dru alone." Spike said.
He expected Druscilla to instantly love him; he was the one who stood up for her. But no, she just runs to Angel's arms. 'That stupid bloke, what does she see in him? He doesn't even bloody like her. He's all head over heels for that Goldilocks.' Spike thought.
"Check you guys later, I got to run." Angel said, standing.
"Where to?" Riley asked, taking a bite of his ham sandwich.
"Uh, I got some errands to run for my mother before my sister gets home. Bye." Angel said and took off without further explanation.
"That was weird." Riley said.
"That was Angel." Spike said.
~ Yeah, CRAPPY! ~
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Hey! My bad, haven't updated in a while . . . a long while. Well, I am now, so yay? Ha, right. Anyways, please read and review! I'm begging! Oh, and, do you want this to be B/A or B/S? Tell me in a review. I'm thinking I might make it B/A, but if you people want B/S! Then, tell me!
~*~
School days always seemed long before lunch. The time just didn't seem to pass quick enough. But then, after lunch it was like, it was almost like they weren't even there for the whole day. Y'know? Well, that's what Buffy knows. And right now, it was only ten minutes into first period of the day. Every five seconds seemed like five hours, but when you checked your watch, not even five seconds had passed. It was torture. The only simple answer, torture.
Buffy kept trying to think back to the night before, at the Bronze, to remember something interesting to keep her awake. Anything. But, nothing came to mind. Lifting her head, she glanced around the classroom, seeing her fellow pupils paying close attention to the board. God, what was up with this school? Turning her attention to the window beside her, she caught a glimpse of something unexpected, something unusually not right to her. There, underneath the willow tree, sat Angel, reading something. Buffy couldn't make out what the title was exactly, so that kind of made it seem not so unusual. It was probably some book called, "101 ways to get in a private school girl's pants . . .or skirt". Not like they needed to actually write a book for that, it should be quite simple with some of the sluts she'd seen.
"Ms. Summers, would you care to answer that one?"
The teacher, Mr. Whitmore's voice brought her back to reality. All eyes were on her as if he had asked her to do something. He probably had, but god, Buffy couldn't even remember what class this was, let alone what they were supposed to be learning.
"Huh?"
"Please, pay attention."
Buffy just glared at him, before turning her gaze back to the willow tree. He was gone. Not a trace of Angel there, it was as if she had been dreaming it, hallucinating. 'Why would Angel be reading anyway? I mean, he certainly wouldn't read during school time when anyone could see him. No, I must have been seeing things.' Buffy thought.
~*~
"So, this new chick, Buffy Summers, what do you think of her?" Angel asked his friends as they sat underneath that same willow tree Buffy had seen him under.
"One word. Hot." Parker said.
"Another word. Mine." Angel replied.
"She didn't seem to take a liking to you too well mate." Spike said, joining in.
"Why would you want her anyway? She's a loser. I mean, look at those freaks she hangs out with." Cordelia said, eyeing Buffy, Willow and Xander laughing and hitting each other.
On the inside though, Cordelia only wished that someday, she'd have true friends like that. Those three had only just met the other day and now it was as if they had been friends for life. It wasn't like she could say her present friends were all bad, they were great, really, she just . . . Well, she just wanted someone to like her for her. Not her money. Or her looks.
"Oh, but she will like me. Sure, she seems to be the innocent . . . Well, actually she doesn't. But, you get what I mean. She's probably just to scared it will ruin her rep if she says she likes me."
"No, you aren't conceited at all." Anya said sarcastically.
"Hey! That was rude. Don't be rude to my precious Angel." Druscilla snapped.
"Okay . . . Any other psycho people want to share their opinion?" Anya asked.
"Ahn, leave Dru alone." Spike said.
He expected Druscilla to instantly love him; he was the one who stood up for her. But no, she just runs to Angel's arms. 'That stupid bloke, what does she see in him? He doesn't even bloody like her. He's all head over heels for that Goldilocks.' Spike thought.
"Check you guys later, I got to run." Angel said, standing.
"Where to?" Riley asked, taking a bite of his ham sandwich.
"Uh, I got some errands to run for my mother before my sister gets home. Bye." Angel said and took off without further explanation.
"That was weird." Riley said.
"That was Angel." Spike said.
~ Yeah, CRAPPY! ~