Spoilers None, AU

Rating PG-13

Summary: Angelus O'Connor is the perfect guy. He's Captain of the Football Team, 'Most Likely to Succeed', and best of all, just a nice guy. Buffy Summers is a transfer student from LA to SHS for 2nd Semester. To avoid middle of the year weirdness, she enrolls in a semester-abroad so that she can start the year fresh in the fall. For Angelus, the same semester-abroad will give him more to put on his college application, a new experience, and some much needed time away from his controlling dad. When Administration makes a mistake and accepts both of them, they decide just to go ahead and send them both. While abroad, Angelus and Buffy become close friends and even more.

A/N: I decided to change one of the pairings. Hope that doesn't make anyone too mad. It's going to be X/C now.

A/N: 2 I may steal lines from movies like 10 things I hate about you, Monty Python or Empire Records...

Pairings: B/A, X/C, O/W, G/F

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Angelus sank down into the armchair previously occupied by Willow.

"Wow," he said, dazed. "Just...wow."

Buffy laughed lightly and smacked him on the arm.

"Don't tell me your sleepy already, old man. We have lots to do. Plus, I have an idea...you go unpack and I'll....arrange it."

Raising his eyebrow, Angelus shook his head and muttered "That woman will be the death of me," as he got up and left the common room. Rolling her eyes and laughing again, Buffy snapped herself out of it and leapt to the phone.

"Wills? I've got a plan"

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"You know, I should've known. I mean, I've known you forever and yet when you call me up randomly when we're supposed to be unpacking talking about this 'idea' you have I should have just KNOWN it was a bad idea I mean come on, what was I thinking? But nooooooo...Willow had to play the part of the dutiful best friend and help you out when you need to concoct nefarious plots to get all of us IN TROUBLE!"

Buffy simply looked at Willow.

"You good?"

"Yea, I'm good," Willow sighed. "Let's get this ball rolling."

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"Angelus? Will you be a doll and get the door for me? Thank you!" Buffy shouted from the tiny bathroom she and Angelus shared.

Groaning, Angelus marked his spot in his book and got up. He opened the door to find a large group of dressed up people.

"Umm...can I help you?" Cordelia shoved her way through the group and latched on, parasitic qualities activated by the leather pants Angelus had changed into.

"Don't you just look good enough to eat!" she squealed and proceeded to lick his neck. Angelus then promptly through her down on the couch and ran to the bathroom door.

"Buffy, I need in NOW! I have a large amount of Cordelia-slobber on my neck. Please, I beg of you. I NEED to get it off me. What if it seeps in to my bloodstream through my jugular?"

"Oh, so they're all here then? Excellent. Go change into that silky burgundy shirt I saw you hanging up earlier and when you're done, I'll be out."

"Okay," he said, quickly walking away. "But, wait!" Angelus shouted, running back to the door. "Why do I need to dress up?"

"Just do it!" came the exasperated reply.

"Who do you think you are? A Nike spokesperson? I'll have you know that my dad owns a huge share in them and he can have your ass sued!"

"Cordelia, shut up," Buffy stated simply as the door swung open. There stood Buffy, decked out in her finest. Gold eye shadow with cat eye eyeliner and a gold lamé top with black low-rise leather pants. In a word, hot.

"Bu..." Angelus trailed off as he entered the room. His jaw hung slack and his eyes scanned her body.

"Sir, it is not polite for you to be gallivanting around...staring at ladies such as Buffy. Buffy, I do say you look rather smashing!" He then gracefully smacked Angelus upside the head. Angel made a face and mouthed Wesley's words.

"So, uh, where we going" Angelus asked, stopping his charades.

Oz, man of many hair colors and few expressions, looked slightly surprised. "You didn't tell him?" All eyes swung to Buffy, who, to her credit, looked mildly abashed.

"What? I didn't have time! Plus," she added playfully, "He might be a tattle tale!" The group laughed until Angelus, who was still fairly confused, re-voiced his question.

"To a club, silly!" Buffy said. Faith, who up until that point had been silent said,

"Who knew? Princess B actually had a good idea." Buffy glared and Faith just shrugged. "That's as close to a compliment as you get from me."

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As they tiptoed across the darkened lawn, the girls giggled and the guys hushed them. Everyone though let out a sound of victory when they finally reached the street.

"Alright then, the cab should be here in a couple of minutes. I told them we'd need at least 2, so here's to hoping they remember!" Buffy whispered.

A few minutes passed and two cabs rolled up. The 8 Americans piled inside and sped off to Le Cathedrale, one of the hottest clubs in England.

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COOKIE FOR NEXT TIME!

Buffy's hand flew to her mouth as she stared at the scene before her with growing horror. He was kissing CORDELIA of all people. Why in the world did it have to be her? She thought he considered them to be friends but now...that mustn't be so. He knew how cruel Cordelia had been to her at Hemery!

Buffy squared her shoulders. She was not going to let this affect her trip.

But, oh, how he would pay.

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Yay! I updated! A special thank you to the following:

My #1 inspiration...Will ow. Honey, you rock my face off.

Also, NoFx1018 and J: your reviews kicked my ass into high gear and made me realize what an idiot I was being. And btw, NoFx1018, NoFX rocks my face off!

Redcristal: The fact you put me on my favorite stories list...dude, I was in AWE. That was an awesome inspiration!

And all of my reviewers...thank you so much! I appreciate all your support. It's been two years since I started this, I hope my writing is maturing a bit!