"Wakey wakey!" came Willow's perky voice. Buffy groaned and covered her head with a pillow.

"Mm… nee me own," came Buffy's muffled voice.

"C'mon. Get up Buffy!" said Willow.

Buffy removed the pillow and looked at Willow. She sighed and turned her back to Willow.

"You've got to get up! Breakfast is in ten minutes!" Willow insisted.

Buffy looked at her alarm clock and groaned, "But it's only 6:50 in the morning!"

"School rules. Breakfast at 7 until 7:45 then classes start at 8 and end at 2:30. Didn't they tell you all this?" said Willow.

"Apparently not. Fine, I'm getting up!" Buffy replied. Willow grinned triumphantly as Buffy got out of bed reluctantly.

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"Is the food here edible?" asked Buffy.

"Definitely! Boy is a great cook!" Willow replied.

"Boy?" echoed Buffy.

"Benjie decided to call him Chef Boyardee. His name is actually Ryan Boyd. He can make a wicked éclair!" said Willow.

"Your chef makes éclairs?" asked Buffy. Willow reddened.

"Err… he's sort of a personal friend of ours. He spoils us on occasion. See we helped save his marriage and since then he'll occasionally give us a treat. But it's all hush-hush," Willow explained. Buffy nodded in understanding.

"Where do we sit?" asked Buffy as they collected their breakfast.

"We sit at the Iso table," Willow replied. Buffy raised her eyebrow.

"The Isolation Table. It's a table where they put the not-so- behaved kids. We're actually behaved, house-broken and all. It's just that when Faith first came here, she was a total badass and Benjie thought she needed a friend or two. So we decided to keep her company when they put her there. Since then it's been "our" table," Willow explained.

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"Hey guys," said Willow as she and Buffy approached the Iso table.

"Hey Wills. Who's your friend?" Xander replied.

"Guys this is Elizabeth Summers, but call her Buffy. Buffy you already know the girls, the guys will do their own intros," said Willow.

"I'm Alexander Harris. Everybody calls me Xander," said the cute-in-a-goofy-way brunette flashing her a goofy grin.

"Xander and his penis are mine. So don't get any ideas," Anya warned.

"Ahn, we talked about this," said Xander. Buffy grinned at the brunette and his tactless girlfriend.

"Name's Charles Gunn. Call me Gunn," said the bald, African-American guy.

"I'm Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Everybody calls me Wes except Gunn, who insists on calling me English," said the scruffy-looking but handsome brunette Brit.

"I'm Daniel Osbourne. Call me Oz," said the stoic blue-haired boy.

"Oz is not much for talking or facial expressions," said Fred. Buffy nodded.

" 'ello luv. Name's Spike," said the blue-eyed, platinum blond hottie with his sexy British accent flashing her a sexy smile. Buffy felt herself getting dizzy as his voice stirred sensations within her.

Those eyes! That voice! That smile!! He is H-O-T-T, hot! Yum! Hello salty goodness! Break me off a piece of that! Stop it! You're acting like some hormonal slut bunny! Bad Buffy! Bad Buffy thoughts!

"It's actually William Kingsley. But he hates his first name, thinks it's what's the word?" said Willow.

"Poncey" Fred supplied in a poor imitation of Spike. Everyone except Spike and Oz laughed.

Buffy smiled, as she was rendered speechless by the sight of Spike. Benjie nudged Willow and they winked conspiratorially as they looked at Buffy and Spike.