Disc: Nope. Not this time.
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Chapter Four
Faith's Point of View
I didn't really care about the motorcycle comin' up so close. Didn't even think about it. I don't think I was on board for anything I was doing around then. We just kept tumbling around in the sidewalk, and I let B take charge.
Guess I didn't even notice nothin','till someone yanked me up off the ground, spun me around, and sent a real flying punch at my face. My glass jaw here broke and I was on my knees.
I could tell who it was just by his punch. Spike. I'd fought him briefly once, few days ago. With his vamp face and all on, he was standin' over B with this real kind of disgust on his face. Obviously, he didn't like what he had seen. He started yelling, more at Buffy than me, but I could tell who he was equally mad at.
I wanted to take a few swings at him, but decided to leave it alone, tonight at least. I'd had enough action. When he was done screamin' at us, Buffy stood up and ran after him, screaming right back.
I hung back awhile, sitting on the curb and lighting up a smoke. The kid ridin' in with Spike, Andy or Andrew or something, stood next to the hog, just kinda lookin' from me to Spike's back. He finally worked up the guts to say somethin' to me.
"So… you like Star Wars?"
Later on that night, maybe a couple o' hours after our 'incident', I finally headed back towards Casa de Summers. Didn't really wanna' go back at all, but I kinda felt like I had to, what with B and Spike and all.
Hopin' everyone had gone to sleep, I made with the stealth, opening and shutting the door as quietly as I could. Turned around, and I got like the whole congregation starin' me down. Kinda creepy.
But, who woulda' known, there's the Billy Idol wannabe with a flashy grin put right at me. All right, so he told everyone. Whatever, none of them ever thought me any better anyway. Nobody had to say nothin', I knew he had done it.
So I'm about to leave again when B just kinda comes flyin' out of the kitchen, crying like there's no tomorrow, and pushes right past me and outta' the door. I watched her go, then with one last look at the Summer's place, I followed her out.
"We're leaving." She declared to me, once we had gotten off the porch steps. I couldn't do nothin' but agree.
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Sweet Mother of Pearl they're getting' out of Sunnydale.