Disclaimer: These characters and whatnot are not mine.
Author's Note: I apologize for the delay. Really.
Chapter Six
Willow frowned in disgust as she noticed Xander walking off with Cordelia. She did not really know where they were going, but one did not need a degree in rocket science to interpret their intentions. As soon as they had gotten to the car, they had begun making out. Willow rolled her eyes with disgust. Whatever kept drawing Xander to Cordelia was beyond her.
"Willow?"
Then again, Xander did not have the best luck with women. Willow sighed heavily as she turned around slowly before coming face to face with the ex-demon who used to date her best friend. "What do you want Anya?" she asked.
"I-is Xander here?" Anya asked. Willow immediately picked up on her anxiety. "Did he say anything?" Anya continued. "I don't know why he continues to hang out with you people, but he does, and apparently humans tell each other everything, so where is my boyfriend?"
"Your boyfriend?" Willow questioned.
Anya shrugged. "We have little in common, but he gives me great pleasure, and I miss him."
"Do you miss him or his penis?" Willow asked. The question in itself disgusted her, but it had to be asked.
"Him," Anya said simply. "There are plenty of other penises in Sunnydale, but only one Xander. I need him back. I'm running out of patience. Where is he?"
Willow began squirming uncomfortably. "So, what exactly is up with that wall over there?" she asked in attempt to change the subject. She had heard some students talking about some wall and its weird effect on them. At the time, she had just filed it in the back of her mind to tell Buffy later, but now she welcomed the distraction.
"What are you not telling me?" Anya asked as she folded her arms across her chest.
Willow smiled weakly. "What ever do you mean?"
"Where is my boyfriend?" Anya demanded. "Tell me now, little witch, or I will make sure that Halfrek will be able to find you and everyone else in this town."
Willow sighed. There was no getting out of this. "Anya, you might want to sit down," she began.
Anya shook her head. "No, I want to know where Xander is. Don't you ever listen?"
"Ok, I don't know where he is. Yes, he's at this party somewhere," Willow began slowly. "He's not alone."
Anya shrugged. "Figured. Whenever we're not having sex, he can't spend a minute without talking about you or Buffy."
Willow shook her head. "That's not what I meant. He has a date."
Anya frowned. "He's just trying to make me jealous. Two can play that game."
"With Cordelia," Willow finished.
Anya stopped. "Oh."