School was weird. It always was. As if seeing Spike on a daily basis was bad enough, Angel also had to deal with his guilty feelings for Buffy around Faith.
"Hey sugar…" Faith said kissing his lips softly, sensually.
"Hey…" he said vaguely.
Buffy walked right past them and clutched her patch covered messenger bag tighter.
Faith rolled her eyes. "What's with her?"
Angel shrugged. "I gotta get to class, I'll see you tonight."
He didn't want to take her to that expensive new restaurant in town, but she'd been hinting about it for weeks. Talk about high maintenance, he thought.
Buffy sniffed and let her tears absorb into a wadded up paper towel. She leaned against the stall in the bathroom and let her emotions flow. The final bell rang, but she didn't care. She grabbed her bag and walked to her car. No one would miss her, and she needed to get away from this place. Besides, she never gave a fuck about what other people thought of her.
At Faith's house, Darla marveled her new top. The popularity princess of Tree Hill High fingered the neckline beads of the black halter top.
"Angel is gonna melt when he's that on you. Girl you're getting laid tonight!" She exclaimed.
Faith grinned and put the top back in her closet. It was sexy and revealing and made her senses tingle when she tried it on. She knew he'd love it.
She was going to wear something embarrassingly revealing and he knew it.
Angel fiddled with his tie and wondered what the point of this was. Everyone was going to point and snicker at the 'slut' in the skimpy outfit and he hated it.
There was a knock on the door. Followed by a soft "can I come in?"
"My, my look at you." Joyce said. She adjusted her son's tie. "When did you become such a ladies man?"
"Mom!" Angel grinned.
She laughed. "I love you so much sweetheart. You know that don't you?"
He hugged her warmly and nodded. "I love you too mom."
TBC…