Chapter 2

Buffy sat in class, lost in her own thoughts. It was still her first day, but thankfully, her last class; science. A subject that she didn't even bother to try in, she knew she would fail it. The only way she could ever pass was if she payed attention, and that just wasn't her thing.

The teachers never taught anything interesting, anything that she died to know. They all read from text books, none of them relied on their own interest in the subject, or their own knowledge. Then again, maybe they were all just too scared; scared of getting fired.

The only class she could actually stand to sit through was her English class; the one with Ms. Calendar. Something about her intrigued Buffy, it made her want to pay attention.

This is so boring, she thought to herself. I just wish I could meet some interesting people. Someone who would skip class with me, but finding that kind of person in this kind of school, I think that's impossible.. Even for me.

Turning her attention to the outside world, she looked around, noticing no one. But that didn't surprise her.

She was counting the cars in the parking lot when something, someone, caught her eye. He had his back to her, dressed in all black; a tight black t-shirt and black jeans that clung in all the right places. His hair was different, bleached and slicked back and he walked with such attitude; this guy definitely caught her eye.

Turn around. C'mon, turn around...

"Buffy?"

The sound of her name pulled her out of her daze, and she turned her head to face the teacher.

Staring at him with a tint of annoyance in her voice, she said, "What?"

"Class is over," he said. "You've been sitting there for five minutes since the bell went. I like interested students, but I..."

"Crap," Buffy mumbled, gathering her books and shoving them in her bag.

I'll find you mystery boy, but right now, detention is calling my name.

Buffy exited the classroom, glad that her detention was over. She started walking down the hallway, not sure of where she was going.

"Buffy!"

She turned when she heard someone calling her name.

"Its Willow right?" she asked as the redhead approached her.

"You remembered my name," she said, shyly and a bit excited.

"Yeah, its not too hard."

Her cheeks reddened and she glanced at the floor. "Ms Calendar thought you might need me to show you where you're staying," she said, shyly. "I'm going to be your roomate... But if you don't want to, I totally understand if you want to bail... Not many people want to room with me."

Buffy smiled. "Its fine. I'd rather room with you then that snob I met earlier. What's her deal anyways?"

"Oh, that was Cordelia. Don't mind her, she's mean to everybody. You kind of learn to ignore her, like a fly on the wall."

"Seems kind of hard. She's not really on the quiet side," Buffy said.

Willow smiled. "No, not at all."

"You know, I think I can see a friendship in the making," Buffy said. "Definitely not an expected friendship, but... Hey, I need your help."

Buffy stopped in the hallway and Willow looked at her, concerned.

"What do you need?"

"Well, I saw this guy earlier... Ok, well I saw his backside. And it looked very good to me."

"Oh, um, well... What can I do to help?"

"I thought that since you've been going here for a while, you might know him. I mean, I get you probably don't have much of a social life, but you know..." Buffy said, and Willow looked a little bit hurt. "Oh, sorry. Not what I meant. I just mean..."

"I understand," Willow said, smiling. "What did he look like? From his backside anyway..."

"Ok, he was dressed in black, bleached hair, really sexy, had an attitude to him... Do you know him?"

Willow thought for a minute, and then laughed. "Spike."

"Spike, huh? I wonder how he got that name."

Author's Note: Ok, I know this looks like its going towards Spuffy, but, well... Its not going to be all Spuffy. There will be Angel, and he will be with Buffy... I just can't say anymore...