Buffy looked over at her mother as they pulled up in front of Sunnydale High. She was confused, this wasn't her school. And her mother was acting so strange lately... So, nice... And the clothes, she thought.
The clothes in the closet were definitely not ones she'd bought. At least not in her right mind. She'd found a pair of leather pants, and settled on those along with a black tank top.
"Here we are," Joyce said. "I'll be back here to get you after school."
"Remind me when that is again..."
"Four..." Joyce said. "Now you should go, I don't want you to be late."
"Ok," Buffy said, getting out.
She stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring up at the school for a minute before she made her way up them. She was greeted by a red haired girl and brown haired boy.
"Buffy, hey," Willow said.
She raised her eyebrow at them. "You're talking to me. As in, we're having a conversation."
"As in, we do every day," Xander said. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Get out of my way," Buffy said, pushing past them, but they continued to follow her. "Where's Spike?"
"Probably at the cemetery..." Xander said. "Where he belongs."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Buffy asked.
"He's dead," Willow said.
Buffy could feel the anger rising in her and before she knew it, she had Willow pinned up against the wall. "Don't joke with me here."
"B-Buffy..." Willow stuttered.
Buffy looked around herself before letting her grip on Willow's neck go. Xander ran to her side, and looked at his friend confused.
"Buffy what the hell has gotten into you? Throwing Willow against the wall like that, who the hell do you think you are? Just because you're the Slayer, does not mean you can treat your friends like that," Xander said.
"Wait. You know what I am..."
"Duh," Xander said, turning back to Willow. "Are you ok?"
"I've been worse," Willow said, regaining her balance.
Buffy ran her fingers through her hair. What the hell is going on here? Am I in some alternate demens... No way. I couldn't be... Could I? So maybe they're my friends... And maybe Spike's not my... I don't like this already. But it explains a lot...
"Look, I'm sorry," Buffy said. I am? "And I know that doesn't mean much. Hello, I threw you up against a wall. But, it was my bad. I just... I'm jumpy lately. I'm sorry... Wills."
Willow nodded. "It's understandable. You... You have a lot on your shoulders. Being the Slayer."
"Still, what you did..." Xander said.
"I apologized, and Willow forgave me, so what does it matter what you... I'll just go," Buffy said, turning to leave. She ran into someone, and looked up to lock eyes with a familiar pair of brown ones. "Great. So I guess you're not dead, are you?"
"Dead?" Angel asked in confusion.
Buffy shook her head. "Nothing, never mind."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure." So, Angel's not a vampire. What is he then? Human? Wow, I wish vampire Angel could see this. He'd be all jumpy for joy.
He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She didn't pull away, or turn away. When his lips met hers it was awkward at first, but she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
"Um..." Willow said, breaking them apart. "Sorry to... But, the bell..."
Buffy turned a deep shade of red and looked down to the floor. She'd just kissed Angel... And liked it.
"Walk with me?" Buffy asked, looking up at Willow. "I can maybe apologize some more?"
Willow nodded and the two headed off in the opposite direction of the guys.
"Buffy's in an different mood," Angel said to Xander.
"Yeah, different," he said. A bit too different.
a/n: um, this chapter was sort of different from the last. In the fact that Buffy kind of suspects what's going on, and stuff... So, yeah. It may be moving on a different level then the other... So, review.