Well due to demands, here is chapter three. Although I have not included a fight scene, I thought I would explain a bit about what is happening in Sunnydale, and show how the "friendship" is starting between Buffy and Angel.

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Buffy frowned at his retreating back, imaging the many methods of torture she could inflict on him each with the use of her bare hands. Turning in the opposite direction to him, she stalked off taking a different path to the next classroom, hoping to find it empty. Briskly walking past the many groups, Buffy was unprepared for the roadblock ahead of her.

"What is going on between you and Angel?" Cordelia Chase's voice rang through the noisy hall, effortlessly stopping all chatter.

"Nothing." Buffy sighed heavily. Her last run in with Queen C herself had not ended well. It had almost seen her suspended from Sunnydale High, something which she promised herself she would avoid at all costs.

"Come on. We saw the way he was walking with you. And having him sit next to you – Please that was so arranged." Harmony Kendall, one of Cordelia's cronies, leaned in closer her perfume so strong, Buffy was sure she was going to pass out.

Buffy waved her hand in front of her face to shift the smell. "You reckon I would arrange for someone to sit next to me? Why would I do that now? When for the past two years I have arranged it so nobody did?" Buffy watched her questions spinning around in their heads. Stifling a giggle at the looks of confusion creasing their foreheads, Buffy pushed past them. "Believe me there is nothing going on between Angel and I." She called over her shoulder.

"Watch out if there is." Cordelia retaliated not really sure of what she would do if there was something going on between the freak and the hottie. To be honest Cordelia was afraid of what Buffy could do to her. She had of course, heard all the rumors about the freak strength Buffy possessed. Why just the other day she had heard from a friend who had heard from her cousins, Aunts, Sisters niece that Buffy had beat a guy up so bad he was in a coma. Thinking a moment about the threat she had just paid, Cordelia whipped out her cell and dialed her Daddy. It was time she hired a bodyguard.

Buffy dove into her classroom, and hurried to her seat in the back. Oblivious to anyone else in the room (not noticing that the classroom was indeed empty), she sat down at her usual desk (right at the back) and buried her head into her arms. Being alone was hard sometimes, especially when the other groups were paraded right in front of you. Remembering the good old days with Xander and Willow, Buffy closed out the rest of the world; concentrating on the one happy memory she still had a hold of. Not noticing another person slowly enter, Buffy jumped as his soft voice broke her memory.

"Are you ok?" Angel said softly, sitting down beside her. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was walking then I got lost. I heard your voice in the hall so I followed."

Buffy nodded her head still on her arms. Still aware of his presence beside her, she lifted her head slightly. "The funny thing about being alone, you see, there should only be one of you – not two."

Angel nodded, a smirk gracing his features. "I would love to leave – but I can't" he shrugged. "You see, this is my first day here, and I have no idea where anything is. This nice lady assigned me a partner, who it seems, is not up for the job. Maybe I should enlist the help of someone else."

Buffy lifted her head again. "I'm not going to stop you." She muttered, lowering her head again.

Angel chuckled. "But you see I can't choose someone else for they don't have anything in common with me like you do."

Buffy frowned and sat up straight. "What do you mean, "anything in common"?" Buffy asked, now slightly interested in the conversation.

"Well you see, everyone else here does not have super-strength and all that comes with it, plus they are all completely ignorant to the death and destruction happening not 10ft below them." Angel shrugged again. "It just wouldn't work."

Buffy frantically searched the room for wayward ears, acknowledging that there was no-one there. "Ever heard of lowering your voice?" She hissed, well aware that secrets weren't very well kept at Sunnydale. The slightest mention of anything that could be loosely related to a secret and regardless if is was simply that you hate carrots; it was around the school in a matter of hours.

Angel frowned. "Nobody's here. Besides, I doubt they would find anything I have to say interesting."

Buffy clenched her fist to stop from hitting him. "Of course they would. They would love to know that every night from around 9pm onwards I stalk the night looking for anything that might be doing anything wrong. That each night I have to tend to my bruises from a wayward punch from a bastard who as it happens turns to dust seconds later, when I impale my trusty wooden stake into its dead heart. I'm sure they would love to know that I know countless ways to kill everyone of them, most of them requiring not a drop of blood." Buffy shook her head. "I'm sure wherever you came from, you could tell the whole world, hell you had a gang or whatever, but here. It's a new set of rules, rules I think you need to learn."

Angel leant back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. "What sort of rules are we talking?"

Buffy slammed her hand down on her desk in frustration. "You just don't get it do you? The Slayer is destined to live alone, hell it's written in every book. Never did it mention anything about a "demon hunter" who was supposedly sent to help me. For all I know you could be a demon, who is out to kill me. They've done this before, why would now be any different?"

Angel held up his hand to stop her tirade. "One, I am NOT a demon. Two, a demon tried to get close to you? Three, will you calm down?"

Buffy stared at him, her temper simmering dangerously close to boiling point. "In response to your questions in order – how do I know, yes it did once – long story which I am not going into and lastly, if you will stop acting like you don't have a care in the world and actually take notice to the fact that you are right now sitting on TOP of the Hell Mouth itself, I may just calm down."

Angel blinked. "We're sitting on top of the Hell Mouth?" He asked.

"What are you deaf? Did I not just say that?" Buffy hissed her eyes ablaze with anger.

Angel narrowed his eyes. "Just because I am surprised does not mean you have to resort to name calling. Jeez, lighten up. Here I was thinking you'd be a cool laid back person, but no, you're a tight ass!"

Buffy sputtered. "A what? Me a tight ass? Hello, HELL MOUTH!" By this stage Buffy was beyond caring who was listening. Angel just didn't get how important this was. Ever since she had been called, she had been fighting this hell mouth, that threatened the whole town, and here this Neanderthal was, completely innocent to the dark secrets which lived beneath Sunnydale High.

Angel leant forward, his hand firmly clamping Buffy's mouth shut. "Now who's yelling?" He whispered, his face inches from her own. Staring into her fathomless green eyes, Angel was surprised by how much emotion and secrets they held. He thought they were beautiful before, but being this close to them was a whole new experience. She really was a beautiful creature. Even a blind person would be able to see that.

Buffy jerked away from his hand. "Don't ever do that again!" She warned her voice cold and hard. "I do not like people touching me, especially those I don't know."

Angel smirked. "Well then, what if you get to know me?"

Buffy frowned. "I doubt that will happen."

Angel's smile widened. "But what if it does?"

Buffy's frown deepened. "Let me say this once, and once only. NOT going to happen. I suggest you clear your head of any friendship thoughts. I don't do friends. You'll find out why soon enough. For now however, it's time for class."

Angel watched as Buffy pulled her book closer to her, opening it to the required page. Silently plotting, he grinned. He was going to break her resolve if it was the last thing he ever did. Buffy Summers had been alone long enough, and he was here to change it.

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Hopefully in the next chapter I'll have a nice friendly patrol, full of wayward punches and lots of fun!