Buffy woke up in Willow's bed, and looked next to her to see the red head still asleep. Buffy yawned, stretched, and managed to roll out of bed. She glanced at the alarm clock and it read 5:48am. Rubbing her eyes, she headed over to the bathroom that was connected to Willow's room (a/n: I know... or I don't think she actually has one, but go with me here...).
She reached over the bath tub, and turned the water on. Turning back to the door, she closed it and locked it, letting the steam fill the bathroom like a sauna.
Today was her first day at UC Sunnydale, and she wanted to look nice. That's why she woke so early, and she knew she needed a nice, long, warm bath to keep her up.
Willow pulled into the parking lot of the college in her sporty red mustang convertible (a/n: I know, Willow with a convertible? Willow with a car even? But again, go with me...). She looked over at her blonde friend and put a hand over hers in reasurance.
"You'll do fine Buffy," she said. "Don't look so nervous."
"You're one to talk," Buffy said, undoing her seatbelt. "You're the one who stayed up half the night planning every second of this day."
"So I like to be organized," Willow said. "That's what you get in the Willow package. I never told you to be my friend."
Buffy smiled. "Oh but the nerdy ones were the only one who didn't think I was totally weird," Buffy said, jokingly.
Buffy and Willow jumped when someone tapped on Willow's window. Both of them looked over, and relaxed when they saw it was only Willow's boyfriend, Oz. He was short, with spikey red hair. They had been dating only for a year, but were just as serious as Buffy and Riley.
"Way to scare us Oz," Buffy said, climbing out of the car and looking over it at him.
"I didn't mean to interrupt, you two seemed to be deep in conversation," he said. "But we do have class to get to."
"Our conversation was very deep, thank you," Buffy said. "We were discussing how much of a nerd Will was in high school."
"A cute nerd," Oz said, kissing her cheek.
Willow blushed, and took his hand as the three headed towards the college doors. It almost felt like high school again, except for their missing friend, Xander Harris. He didn't start college, and instead got a job working in construction. His girlfriend, Anya Jenkins didn't mind it though. In her words "it gives him more time to give me more orgasms".
"I have Creative Writing first," Buffy said, looking down at her schedule then back up at her friends.
"Me too!" Willow said, cheerfulily. "What do you have Oz?"
"Sociology," he said.
"Wow, that's supposed to be tough, isn't it?" Buffy asked, and he just shrugged.
"Oz is smart," Willow said, a big smile on her face.
Buffy laughed. "Well, here's our class."
Willow looked at Oz and he let go of her hand. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria at lunch."
"Okay," she said, and watched as he walked away before turning to Buffy. "This is so exciting! Our first class as college fresmen!"
Buffy smiled, trying to pretend like she was as happy. "Let's hope we don't get a cranky old teacher," she mumbled as she followed Willow into the classroom.
The two took seats in the middle, and looked around at the people scattered about. There were about fifteen other students in there besides them at the moment, and Willow looked to her watch, noting that they still had five minutes.
"I wonder what the teacher's like," Willow said.
"Hopefully it isn't the type that likes to give homework on the first day," Buffy said. "Or the type that bores you to death and wish you had a gun handy so you could shoot yourself."
"Where's that college spirit?" Willow asked. "Did you have a fight with Riley?"
"What? No. Everything with me and Riley is great. Better then great," she said.
"That's great," Willow said. "So, are you bronzing with us tonight? It-It would be like... Back in high school. The whole gang together again."
"How could I miss?" Buffy said. "For sure I'll be there."
Willow smiled and turned to the front of the room when the bell rang. The girls waited fo a teacher to show up, and a blonde guy walking into the room caught her eye. He was tall, and dressed in casual clothes, a black shirt, and black dressy pants that hung loosely from his legs. His blue eyes were a unique colour that Buffy had never seen before, and his high cheek bones were to die for.
Wow, she thought. Please sit by me, please sit by me. No! Buffy, what are you thinking? You already have a boyfriend. A very loving boyfriend. You can't think of other guys. Oh, but he's so... No, stop. Stop right now!
"'Ello class," the guy who had caught Buffy's attention began, standing in front of the room.
"What? He's the teacher?" Buffy whispered to Willow.
"Appears so," Willow replied.
"My name's Mr. Anderson, but please, call me Spike. I'll be your Creative Writing teacher for the semester, and I do hope I'm not a bore. I will try and make this class as enjoyable as possible."
You could stand there all day and not say anything and it would be very enjoyable, Buffy drooled.
"Please don't shoot me when I say this, but I'd all like for you to each take an assignment," he said, handing a bunch of papers to someone in the front row. "It's only small. And more so of a "get to know you" type thing, then homework."
Buffy took one, and handed them to the person behind her. She looked down at it, and skimmed through it as he kept talking.
"You must write a poem or song about something in your life that you love. It could be about a girlfriend, boyfriend, mother or dog, whatever you wish."
Can I write about my sexy new teacher? No, stop. You can't think of him Buffy, you should be thinking of Riley. That's right, I shall right about Riley. Because I love him.
"What are you going to write about?" Willow whispered to Buffy.
Buffy hesitated a minute. "R-Riley. You?"
"Oz," Willow said happily. "Who else? Xander?"
Buffy laughed, a bit louder then she'd expected. For some reason she found it funnier then it really was. Embarrassed that she'd interrupted Spike's lesson and gotten the attention of the whole class, she tried to sink down into her seat and disappear. Unfortunately, that was impossible.
"May I ask what you find so funny Miss..." Spike said.
"Summers. Buffy Summers," she said. "I'm sorry. My friend... She just, said something... And it wasn't meant to be that funny."
He smiled. "'S quite alright luv. I think your embarrassment has taught you a lesson."
She smiled back and thanked him in her head for not making a big deal out of it.
"May I continue, Buffy Summers?" he asked, and she simply nodded.
Oh lordy, she thought. I think I have a crush on my teacher.
She reached over the bath tub, and turned the water on. Turning back to the door, she closed it and locked it, letting the steam fill the bathroom like a sauna.
Today was her first day at UC Sunnydale, and she wanted to look nice. That's why she woke so early, and she knew she needed a nice, long, warm bath to keep her up.
Willow pulled into the parking lot of the college in her sporty red mustang convertible (a/n: I know, Willow with a convertible? Willow with a car even? But again, go with me...). She looked over at her blonde friend and put a hand over hers in reasurance.
"You'll do fine Buffy," she said. "Don't look so nervous."
"You're one to talk," Buffy said, undoing her seatbelt. "You're the one who stayed up half the night planning every second of this day."
"So I like to be organized," Willow said. "That's what you get in the Willow package. I never told you to be my friend."
Buffy smiled. "Oh but the nerdy ones were the only one who didn't think I was totally weird," Buffy said, jokingly.
Buffy and Willow jumped when someone tapped on Willow's window. Both of them looked over, and relaxed when they saw it was only Willow's boyfriend, Oz. He was short, with spikey red hair. They had been dating only for a year, but were just as serious as Buffy and Riley.
"Way to scare us Oz," Buffy said, climbing out of the car and looking over it at him.
"I didn't mean to interrupt, you two seemed to be deep in conversation," he said. "But we do have class to get to."
"Our conversation was very deep, thank you," Buffy said. "We were discussing how much of a nerd Will was in high school."
"A cute nerd," Oz said, kissing her cheek.
Willow blushed, and took his hand as the three headed towards the college doors. It almost felt like high school again, except for their missing friend, Xander Harris. He didn't start college, and instead got a job working in construction. His girlfriend, Anya Jenkins didn't mind it though. In her words "it gives him more time to give me more orgasms".
"I have Creative Writing first," Buffy said, looking down at her schedule then back up at her friends.
"Me too!" Willow said, cheerfulily. "What do you have Oz?"
"Sociology," he said.
"Wow, that's supposed to be tough, isn't it?" Buffy asked, and he just shrugged.
"Oz is smart," Willow said, a big smile on her face.
Buffy laughed. "Well, here's our class."
Willow looked at Oz and he let go of her hand. "I'll meet you in the cafeteria at lunch."
"Okay," she said, and watched as he walked away before turning to Buffy. "This is so exciting! Our first class as college fresmen!"
Buffy smiled, trying to pretend like she was as happy. "Let's hope we don't get a cranky old teacher," she mumbled as she followed Willow into the classroom.
The two took seats in the middle, and looked around at the people scattered about. There were about fifteen other students in there besides them at the moment, and Willow looked to her watch, noting that they still had five minutes.
"I wonder what the teacher's like," Willow said.
"Hopefully it isn't the type that likes to give homework on the first day," Buffy said. "Or the type that bores you to death and wish you had a gun handy so you could shoot yourself."
"Where's that college spirit?" Willow asked. "Did you have a fight with Riley?"
"What? No. Everything with me and Riley is great. Better then great," she said.
"That's great," Willow said. "So, are you bronzing with us tonight? It-It would be like... Back in high school. The whole gang together again."
"How could I miss?" Buffy said. "For sure I'll be there."
Willow smiled and turned to the front of the room when the bell rang. The girls waited fo a teacher to show up, and a blonde guy walking into the room caught her eye. He was tall, and dressed in casual clothes, a black shirt, and black dressy pants that hung loosely from his legs. His blue eyes were a unique colour that Buffy had never seen before, and his high cheek bones were to die for.
Wow, she thought. Please sit by me, please sit by me. No! Buffy, what are you thinking? You already have a boyfriend. A very loving boyfriend. You can't think of other guys. Oh, but he's so... No, stop. Stop right now!
"'Ello class," the guy who had caught Buffy's attention began, standing in front of the room.
"What? He's the teacher?" Buffy whispered to Willow.
"Appears so," Willow replied.
"My name's Mr. Anderson, but please, call me Spike. I'll be your Creative Writing teacher for the semester, and I do hope I'm not a bore. I will try and make this class as enjoyable as possible."
You could stand there all day and not say anything and it would be very enjoyable, Buffy drooled.
"Please don't shoot me when I say this, but I'd all like for you to each take an assignment," he said, handing a bunch of papers to someone in the front row. "It's only small. And more so of a "get to know you" type thing, then homework."
Buffy took one, and handed them to the person behind her. She looked down at it, and skimmed through it as he kept talking.
"You must write a poem or song about something in your life that you love. It could be about a girlfriend, boyfriend, mother or dog, whatever you wish."
Can I write about my sexy new teacher? No, stop. You can't think of him Buffy, you should be thinking of Riley. That's right, I shall right about Riley. Because I love him.
"What are you going to write about?" Willow whispered to Buffy.
Buffy hesitated a minute. "R-Riley. You?"
"Oz," Willow said happily. "Who else? Xander?"
Buffy laughed, a bit louder then she'd expected. For some reason she found it funnier then it really was. Embarrassed that she'd interrupted Spike's lesson and gotten the attention of the whole class, she tried to sink down into her seat and disappear. Unfortunately, that was impossible.
"May I ask what you find so funny Miss..." Spike said.
"Summers. Buffy Summers," she said. "I'm sorry. My friend... She just, said something... And it wasn't meant to be that funny."
He smiled. "'S quite alright luv. I think your embarrassment has taught you a lesson."
She smiled back and thanked him in her head for not making a big deal out of it.
"May I continue, Buffy Summers?" he asked, and she simply nodded.
Oh lordy, she thought. I think I have a crush on my teacher.