ManniElf18- They'll be meeting a lot more, what with them living three doors away from each other. I like that band too, I didn't even notice I did that.

N170017- Um, I didn't use Gunn, I was going to though! But, then I thought "hmm maybe that'll be too many characters". But, I think that I'm going to fit him into the story, so even though he wasn't in this one, he's gonna be in the story.

a/n: Sorry for not updating recently. But, things have been going on. Um, there may not be any updates for a while. Cause, I think I may be without a computer for a month, probably more. But, I'll try.

Oh, and, how I said it was Peterson's Private School and what not, I only did that cause I know Hemery isn't a private school... But, yah...


Buffy sat in the principal's office at Sunnydale High. She looked around, taking in the certificates that hung on the walls. She started to tap her fingers on the arm of the chair impatiently. It had been ten minutes since they'd first been sent in there, and still, no one had showed up.

Maybe he's not coming... Buffy said. Maybe he got eaten by hyenas or something. Think rationally, he's probably just caught up in his principaling duties.

Buffy rolled her eyes, and turned her attention back to the window, when the door opened. A dark haired man walked in, and stayed quiet as he walked past them, taking a seat in front of the two blondes.

"Buffy Summers, sophmore, late of Peterson's Private School. Interesting record, quite a career," he said, as he picked up the paper he was reading, and ripped it into four pieces. "Welcome to Sunnydale High! A clean slate Buffy, that's what you get here. What's past is past. We're not interested in what it says on a piece of paper, even if it says... Whoa."

"Mr. Flutie..." Buffy started.

"All the kids here are free to call me Bob."

"Bob..."

"But they don't," he said.

"I know my transcripts are a little... Colourful."

"Heeey... We're not caring about that. Do you think, uh, 'colourful' is the word? Not, uh, 'dismal'?" he said, as he taped the paper.

"Wasn't that bad!"

"You burned down the gym."

Buffy exhaled. "I did, I really did, but... You're not seeing the big picture here, I mean, that gym was full of vampi... Asbestos. And, plus, that was... A while ago. They rebuilt it, you know?"

"Buffy, don't worry. Any other school they might say 'watch your step', or 'we'll be watching you'... But, that's just not the way here. We want to service your needs, and help you to respect our needs. And if your needs and our needs don't mesh..."


Buffy looked down at the schedule Mr. Flutie had given her that she held in her hands. He had given her brief directions on how to get to her first class, but she was already lost. Sighing, she stopped, and looked around to find out where she was, when someone bumped into the back of her, sending her books flying onto the floor.

Buffy bent down and gathered her books, before turning around and standing to find and yell at whoever at ran into her.

"I'm so sorry," said a redhead girl, her face full of worry. "I... Well, I wasn't looking, and I... Sorry."

Buffy's expression lightened, and she smiled. "My fault. You know, stopping in the middle of a busy hallway like that..."

"Do you need some help? You look like you need some help. Not that you..."

Buffy laughed. "Actually, yes, I do. I'm new, if you haven't noticed, and as most new persons are, I'm lost. Badly."

"Oh, well that's an easy problem to fix. What class do you have?"

"Um..." she glanced back at her schedule, then back up to the girl. "Chemistry. Do you know?"

"I'm headed that way, c'mon, I'll show you," she said, as she started to walk down the hallway.

Buffy shifted the bag on her shoulder before following. "My name's Buffy."

"Willow."

"It's nice to meet you," Buffy said. "You're the only person kind enough to stop and help a confused girl. Everyone else I asked, just ignored me like I didn't exist. Can you say rude?"

Willow smiled. "Some people are rude around here. But, ignore them. They're just mean. I... I could introduce you to some of my friends. They're nice."

"Sounds great," Buffy said.

Willow stopped, and pointed into a class room. "Here we are."

"You're here to? Wow, this day just keeps getting better and better. My first class and I'm not alone," Buffy said. "You're a saviour."

Willow smiled and walked into the room, Buffy behind her. "You're far from alone. Three of my friends are in this class too. See, there they are."

Willow started over to the back corner, and Buffy scanned the room nervously. Everyone was looking at her curiously, and she knew that any minute she would fall flat on her face, embarrassing herself.

"Buffy, come here!"

Willow's voice snapped her out of her own world, and she carefully walked through the row of desks over to her new friend.

A guy dressed in black sat in the back seat, blonde hair and blue eyes that lit up his face. Next to him was a dark haired boy, with a goofy smile plasted on his face. And infront of them was a dark haired girl dressed in leather.

These are her friends? Buffy thought. I guess this is nothing like my school...

"Buffy, this is Spike, Xander and Faith. Guys, this is Buffy. She's new," Willow said, sitting beside Faith. "Here, sit."

Buffy smiled and sat down.

"Where are you from B?" Faith asked.

B? "Um... I'm, well, I'm... From, um... L.A," she lied. They can't know about my money. What am I saying? I don't have any money. Oh well, it's too late to change your story now, isn't it?

"L.A. Must be cool," Faith said. "Bet there's lots of hot guys up there, huh?"

"Yeah... Uh, yeah..."

The bell rang, saving Buffy from anymore questions. She didn't know why she'd lied. Well, she did... But, they would've understood if she told them her real story. They're not like people at my old school. I've got to understand that. These people aren't like... Cordelia. You can trust them.

The lunch bell rang, and Buffy slowly left her class room, in no rush to step into the cafeteria and be pushed down, and ignored.

She wasn't even out of the door yet when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Swinging around, she was ready to fight, when she saw that it was only Willow, the girl from earlier. Relaxing, she put a smile on her face.

"Are you going somewhere? Or... Or do you want to eat with me and my friends? I promise there will be no more questions," Willow said.

Buffy nodded. "Deal. So, how many friends do you have exactly?" Willow gave her a confused look, and Buffy scrambled to find words to explain. "Oh, no. I didn't mean... I just... Well, I was just... Oh God. Do you want me to disappear? Cause, I think if I try hard enough..."

Willow smiled. "Relax Buffy. I know what you mean. And, as surprising as it may be, I have quite the herd. And we're all real close. Well, some closer then others..."

"That's good. Close bonds are always good. Friends are good," Buffy said.

"I bet you miss your friends back in L.A," Willow said, looking over at her as they stepped outside.

"Um... I didn't really have any friends. I mean, I had... I was right up there on the popular scale too... But, they weren't friends. And, when the tough times came around, those so called friends, well, they disappeared."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok," Buffy shrugged. "I'm here now. Starting a new life. And so far, it's going pretty good in the friend department."

Willow smiled, and stopped walking. Buffy looked around, and saw no one sitting near them, just a group huddled at a table in the distance.

"Are your friends invisible?" Buffy asked, smiling.

"No, they're over there. I just thought I'd give you an introduction. See the guy with the glasses, that's Wesley. He's a real book worm, more so then me. The girl that he's holding hands with, that's Fred, his girlfriend. She's also quite the reader. Then, there's that guy, Spike. You met him earlier. As well as Faith and Xander... And that's Xander's girlfriend, Anya. If she says anything rude, just smile and nod... That's what we all do anyway. The girl that's flying in circles on the grass right there, that's Dru, Spike's girlfriend. She's well, she's different. That's Doyle. He's a sweetie, and doesn't say too much. Next to him, the guy with his back to you, that's Angel. Him and Doyle are so close they're like brothers."

"Wow, that's a lot of people..." Buffy said. Angel? No, it couldn't be... Could it?

"And there's one more... But, she's not there," Willow said, disappointed.

"That's cause she's behind you."

A smile formed on Willow's face, and Buffy looked to the person standing behind her. She was taller, with brown hair and blonde highlights.

"This, this is Tara," Willow said, walking into her arms. "She's my girlfriend."

Buffy's eyes widened, and she tried to hide her suprisement.

"This is Buffy, she's new," Willow said.

"H-Hi. It's nice to meet you," Tara said, offering her hand.

Buffy shook it and smiled. "You too."

"Why don't we go and join the gang?" Willow said, taking Tara's hand.

Buffy followed the two over, and stood around awkwardly as Tara and Willow took seats in between their friends.

"B, my girl," Faith said, standing and walking over to her. She wrapped and arm around Buffy's neck, and led her over to the end of the table. "Guys, this is B."

"Also known as Buffy," Buffy said, smiling. She looked down at Angel, who caught her gaze. "Hey you."

"You two know each other?" Faith asked, returning to her spot beside Doyle.

"Yeah... Something like that," Angel said.

"Did Angel give you orgasms?" Anya asked, leaning over the table to get a better look at the girl.

Buffy's jaw dropped, but she just blushed.

"Ahn," Xander scolded. "How many times do I..."

"Yeah, yeah..." she said. "But you know you were wondering."

"I was... Not," Xander said.

"Are you Bronzing it tonight with us?" Faith asked, sipping on her coke.

"Um... Am I whating it?" Buffy asked.

Angel smiled. "The Bronze, it's a club."

"Oh... I knew that."

"So, are you coming?" Faith asked.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Buffy said.

"Great. Angel, you can show her the way. What with you two already being aqquainted and all," Willow said. "Right?"

Angel nodded.

Buffy smiled. This new life ain't so bad. Ain't so bad at all.