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.
~*~
The dining room table was set for five people. Joyce had told Buffy to get the company plates from the basement, ones that by now, were full of dust. They hadn't had any real company in a long, long time. Her mother hadn't said anymore about the "Hamptons" and Buffy wasn't too interested, she just wanted to know who she was going to be spending countless hours with.
"Buffy, Buffy did you finish setting the table?" Joyce asked, walking in from the kitchen. "Oh good."
"Mom, why are there five plates? If its just me, you and then . . . Well, you made it sound like they were older people, you know?"
"Right, well, they aren't too old Buffy, maybe just a little older then myself. The fifth person is there son, I believe his name is William."
"William? How rich are these people?" Buffy asked.
The doorbell rang and Joyce ran to get it. Buffy straightened out her short, black dress and slowly, less enthusiastically followed her mother. When she reached the door, the couple was just filing inside. The woman wore a big fur coat that covered her whole body, seeming to trap it inside. Wavy, blonde hair slightly touched the tip of her shoulders and her green eyes seemed to be full of emptiness. Close behind, an older man, wearing nothing more then a nice button up shirt and pair of slacks. He had a darker colour hair; so brown it almost appeared to be black.
"Joyce, so nice to see you." The man said. "William is coming, he's just on the phone in the car."
"That's alright. Buffy, this is Mr. And Mrs. Hampton. Mr. Hampton is the new owner of the gallery." Joyce said.
"Nice to meet you Buffy." Mr. Hampton said. "And please Joyce, call me Ethan."
Mr. Hampton walked a few steps outside and yelled something to his son. Coming back inside, he smiled crookedly at Joyce and then to his wife.
"Buffy, why don't you take Mrs. Hampton's coat?" Joyce asked.
"I'm not touching that. Its some dead animal." Buffy said.
"Buffy, take the nice woman's coat."
Buffy rolled her eyes and snatched the fur coat from the lady's delicate hands. In a way, she was thankful that Joyce had forced her to take the coat, it let her get away from them for a few, but precious minutes. Taking her time, Buffy slowly opened the closet door and watched as her mother hurried the couple into the kitchen. Sighing, she closed the closet door and begun the walk back to the kitchen. She was by the door, when all of a sudden it slammed open, causing her to jump back. A blonde haired boy, one she recognized all to well came stumbling in. He looked as if he'd just crawled out of bed. 'Probably someone else's.' Buffy thought.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here. What are you doing here?"
"I was forced to come here for some bleeding diner."
"Well, it's going to be good food. Not bleeding food. My mom is a good cook. Most of the time." Buffy said.
"Whatever you say pet."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call you what pet?"
"Shut up."
"Sorry pet, don't want to."
Buffy looked at him before walking off in silence. This was going to be one long night.
~ Okay, I know Ethan's last name is Rayne and all that. But I wasn't sure who I was going to make the dad and now I know ~
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.
~*~
The dining room table was set for five people. Joyce had told Buffy to get the company plates from the basement, ones that by now, were full of dust. They hadn't had any real company in a long, long time. Her mother hadn't said anymore about the "Hamptons" and Buffy wasn't too interested, she just wanted to know who she was going to be spending countless hours with.
"Buffy, Buffy did you finish setting the table?" Joyce asked, walking in from the kitchen. "Oh good."
"Mom, why are there five plates? If its just me, you and then . . . Well, you made it sound like they were older people, you know?"
"Right, well, they aren't too old Buffy, maybe just a little older then myself. The fifth person is there son, I believe his name is William."
"William? How rich are these people?" Buffy asked.
The doorbell rang and Joyce ran to get it. Buffy straightened out her short, black dress and slowly, less enthusiastically followed her mother. When she reached the door, the couple was just filing inside. The woman wore a big fur coat that covered her whole body, seeming to trap it inside. Wavy, blonde hair slightly touched the tip of her shoulders and her green eyes seemed to be full of emptiness. Close behind, an older man, wearing nothing more then a nice button up shirt and pair of slacks. He had a darker colour hair; so brown it almost appeared to be black.
"Joyce, so nice to see you." The man said. "William is coming, he's just on the phone in the car."
"That's alright. Buffy, this is Mr. And Mrs. Hampton. Mr. Hampton is the new owner of the gallery." Joyce said.
"Nice to meet you Buffy." Mr. Hampton said. "And please Joyce, call me Ethan."
Mr. Hampton walked a few steps outside and yelled something to his son. Coming back inside, he smiled crookedly at Joyce and then to his wife.
"Buffy, why don't you take Mrs. Hampton's coat?" Joyce asked.
"I'm not touching that. Its some dead animal." Buffy said.
"Buffy, take the nice woman's coat."
Buffy rolled her eyes and snatched the fur coat from the lady's delicate hands. In a way, she was thankful that Joyce had forced her to take the coat, it let her get away from them for a few, but precious minutes. Taking her time, Buffy slowly opened the closet door and watched as her mother hurried the couple into the kitchen. Sighing, she closed the closet door and begun the walk back to the kitchen. She was by the door, when all of a sudden it slammed open, causing her to jump back. A blonde haired boy, one she recognized all to well came stumbling in. He looked as if he'd just crawled out of bed. 'Probably someone else's.' Buffy thought.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He asked.
"I live here. What are you doing here?"
"I was forced to come here for some bleeding diner."
"Well, it's going to be good food. Not bleeding food. My mom is a good cook. Most of the time." Buffy said.
"Whatever you say pet."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call you what pet?"
"Shut up."
"Sorry pet, don't want to."
Buffy looked at him before walking off in silence. This was going to be one long night.
~ Okay, I know Ethan's last name is Rayne and all that. But I wasn't sure who I was going to make the dad and now I know ~