Chapter 3: Exchange Students

"Hey, have you heard, there are two exchange students coming to school today?" Buffy chimed in, sitting next to Spike.

"Yeah, so I've heard. What's the deal with 'em anyway?" asked Spike sipping his soda.

"Well, one of them is a guy for one thing," Spike, Willow and Xander groaned and rolled their eyes at that instant.

"Hey!" Buffy felt offended.

"Let me guess, he's cute, gorgeous and charming, right?" Willow raised an eyebrow at Buffy.

"And a poofter too!" Spike scoffed. Buffy smacked Spike's arm hard.

"Oww! Watch it, lady!" Spike growled. Buffy just stuck her tongue out at him. Willow and Xander only shook their heads at the display.

"Then I suppose the other one is a girl right?" Xander started grinning excitedly, gaining a you-glance-at-her-once-and-you're-a-dead-man glare from Willow.

"Yes, and she's from England," Spike glanced at Buffy at the statement. Everything related to his home country always interested him. That might be why he still had his British accent even though he'd been living in Sunnydale for almost his entire life.

Their attention was suddenly distracted by the cafeteria's door, which swung open and displayed a slim figure dressed in black with long raven hair. Her make-up was rather thick with eyeliner swiped on almost half of each eyelid and a ruby lipstick tainted her small lips. A smile curled up on her lips when everyone stared at her presence.

"S'that her?" asked Spike, never blinking one eye at the sight.

"Yeah, it is," Buffy confirmed with a disgusted face, disapproving of the intruder's look.

"Well, ladies and gent, I gotta jet. Better work on my move now. Bye, people!" Spike blasted off before the others could open their mouth to say anything. They just shook their heads at Spike, who was approaching the girl with a sexy smirk plastered on his face.


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"Err...excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Room 314?" A broad shouldered, rather bulky figure stood behind Buffy. She jumped at the sudden voice at the back of her ear lobe. His deep and low voice sent her shivers down her spine. She swung her body around to see the owner of the voice. The brownest eyes she'd ever seen stared down at her, towering over her.

"Um...uhh...i-it's just at the end of this hall, on the left," Buffy stuttered as she pointed the way behind her with her index finger. He looked at the pointed way briefly, then looked back at her. A smile began forming on his lips as he stuck his hand out to her.

"The name's Angel, Angel Fitch. I'm an exchange student here from Ireland for a semester." Buffy took his hand and shook it briefly.

"I-I'm Buffy Summers. I'm a permanent student here for like uh…forever." Buffy kept staring at his eyes, still startled. Angel gave a charming smirk as he dropped his hand to his side.

"I better go then. Don't wanna be late for the next class. I'll, uh...I'll see you around Buffy. It was nice meeting you." With that, Angel passed by Buffy, brushed his arm with hers lightly, and headed to the intended room.

"Bye, Angel. See you around," Buffy whispered as she stared at his retreating form.

"God, I'm such an idiot!" Buffy slapped her forehead with her hand and started walking down the other side of the hall.


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"So...how's your little introduction with Miss I'm-beyond-Satan Goth?" Buffy propped herself in a couch.

"Well, if you're really desperate to know, pet, I got myself a date this Saturday," replied Spike proudly, lifting his chin up.

"Nice work! What's her name? Wait...let me guess…is it Evil-Blood-Sucking-Fiend?" said Buffy lamely, still putting a little sarcasm on her sentences.

"Good try, luv. But no, her name is Drusilla Walters and she's a fine girl, kinda has a mysterious side there, which REALLY turns me on."

Spike had a dreamy look on, still ignoring her sarcasm.

Buffy snorted at Spike's reply, "Mysterious, my ass! What, she's murdered someone brutally before?" Buffy placed her legs on Spike's lap as she made herself comfortable.

"Hey, at least I got a date with the new girl. What've you got? I saw you in the hall not making any progress with the ponce, I granted." Spike glared at her, his eyes turned into slits and his brows drew together making a frown.

"Yes, I did! I-I..."

"You what, luv?" Spike interrupted her with an expectant look.

"I know his name..." Buffy piped up, lifting her chin up.

Spike snorted, "Yeah well, everyone can bloody know that from the administration."

"Stop it!" Buffy began yelling at him, irritated.

"Stop what? You're the one who started the sharp tongue argument."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did"

"No, I DIDN'T!"

"Yes, you bloody DID!"

"What in the bloody hell is going on here? I'm trying to work over there and I can't even hear myself talking on the phone."

Giles stepped in the living room with papers clutched in his hand, yapping in frustration. Both Spike and Buffy shocked at Giles' barking.

"I-I'm sorry, Giles. I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, dad. I'm sorry too. We'll be good, right Buffy?" Buffy nodded promptly. Giles let a long sigh, trying to calm his temper down.

"Fine. I just go back to work then. Sorry about the yelling."

"It's alright. It's technically our fault though," said Buffy, feeling bad.

"Glad you know it," Giles said sarcastically, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he returned to his office. There was a silence for a few seconds.

"Wow. I've never seen Giles like that. That was one big angry Giles-like wolf back there."

"Yeah it was. I suppose he's too stressed out from his work." They both nodded quietly, still taken aback by the transformation of a calm-and-quiet Giles into a wild-barking Giles.