Chapter Three
Xander and His Wit
She trailed behind Buffy and Xander as they walked down the hallway. She wasn't her typical self. Her day had been bad enough. Isolation would be the best way she could describe herself.
"Will, you got to cheer up!" Buffy said hoping to make her smile.
Willow forced a smile on her pale face against her will.
"That's it!" Xander said with a nudge. "Be happy, be Jewish!"
"I am Jewish Xander."
"Well I know that, see you already have the first part of it down."
"I didn't know you were Jewish, Wills. That's cool."
"Yeah, great."
"So how many gifts do you get this year? Or.. do you get gifts?" Xander never really remember how it worked. Even though him and Willow had been friends for some time now.
She ignored his question feeling as though the only reason why he was asking was because of Buffy being there. He never really gave her the attention he was giving her, lately. What she would do for that kind of love. She motioned to the door.
"This is my stop."
Buffy and Xander watched her go inside and sit down. She looked so depressed as if the world around her was crumbling. Xander tried to give a wave before he headed to his own classroom. No such luck, she never looked up.
"Wonder what's
wrong with her?"
"She's probably got the feminine thing,
what is it R.M.S.?"
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, R.M.S. Xander."
"Well it could be. You females have all kinds of baggage."
"What? Excuse me?" Buffy said with a slight slap on his shoulder.
"Ouch! Erm, I mean—I mean. Yeah I'm gone." He took off almost at the pace of running. He knew he had to go before he said anything else that might put himself at risk of physical pain.
She called back to him watching him go, "Bye Xander?"