AN: Thank you so much for all my reviews. I feel so loved it's an awesome feeling and I am so happy that you all are enjoying my story. I received several different ideas in my reviews and I want to incorporate everyone's wishes. Some wanted more b/a action some wanted me to take it slow and concentrate on Cordelia and Riley/Parker humiliation. So anyways I've tried to do a little of both in this chapter, I hope you enjoy.

The rest of the weekend went fairly smooth for Buffy and Willow. The girls had come to an unspoken agreement not to mention the run in with Angelus. They talked about Buffy's life in France and Willow's life in Sunnydale. Buffy found out about Willow's crush on Oz, but her fear to say anything.

"Well my philosophy, do you want to hear my philosophy?" asked Buffy.

"Yeah I do!"

"Life is short."

"Life is short!"

"Not original, I'll grant you, but it's true. You know? Why waste time being all shy and worrying about some guy, and if he's gonna laugh at you. Seize the moment, 'cause tomorrow you might be dead."

"Oh, that's nice!"

Willow was just thankful to be talking about anything other than Angel. Buffy would learn the entire truth soon enough, there was no need for Willow to break it to her.

Buffy really liked Willow and enjoyed spending time with her, Willow was easy to read she was like this open book. Which is why Buffy could tell there was something Willow was hiding from her and it was wigging her out.

As Sunday evening rolled around and Willow was getting ready to go home Buffy decided to ask her about it.

"Willow, in France I became pretty good at reading people. Are you sure there isn't anything you wanted to tell me?"

Willow fidgeted, "Well there is something you should probably know, but I really don't want to be the one who tells you, but you should be prepared…"

"WILLOW"

"Sorry."

"Look, there isn't anything you could tell me that would surprise me more this weekend. But, I need to have all my facts straight before going in there tomorrow."

"Ok," Willow sighed, "angelisdatingcordy."

"What, Willow slow down breath"

"Angel is dating Cordelia," Willow breathed out slowly with out making eye contact.

Buffy's legs gave out as she sat down on her bed.

"I am so sorry Buffy, I know that must just be a stab in the back."

"It's um…its ok Will," she said slowly, "I will see you tomorrow."

Hesitantly Willow left her behind. Buffy curled up on her bed and was not surprised but embarrassed to find silent tears streaming down her face. She stayed that way until morning, having eventually cried herself to sleep.

Next Morning

"Buffy, get up, wouldn't want to be late for your first day of school," Joyce yelled from down stairs.

"No wouldn't want that," Buffy added sarcastically.

When she finally rolled out of bed, she didn't have much time. 'So much for curling my hair.' Buffy opted for a short wispy white skirt with a lavender top that had a teasing neckline. She wanted to give the sexy innocent look, but deep down she wanted her look to say 'ha Angel, look what you can't touch.' She smiled inwardly. Her eyes grazed over to her jewelry box and with out thinking of it she pulled out her silver cross and hung it around her neck. Despite all, Buffy had worn that necklace every day since it had been given to her and now it was simply her routine.

"Buffy"

"Coming Mom."

In the car Joyce continued to question Buffy about the Bronze.

"Did you see anyone you knew?"

"I saw Xander, Anya and Oz."

"Oh, that's nice," but Buffy could tell her mom was disappointed, "Are you sure, I mean Sunnydale is such a small town, surely you saw-"

"I didn't see Angel there, Mom."

"Oh"

"Have fun today, and I'll see you after school." Joyce said out the car window.

"Here goes," Buffy muttered that began her way towards the principal's office.

Earlier that Morning

As Willow predicted Cordelia was in a fury over the events of the past weekend. Gossip was flying all over the school as people waited for the new girl's arrival. Everyone was dying to figure this mystery out.

And Angelus wasn't fairing much better. His entire weekend had been focused on forgetting the girl at the Bronze. Something about her had felt so familiar; it stirred feelings he had kept buried in him for many years. In a desperate attempt to dismiss her he reduced these familiar feelings to merely want. Over the years Angel had changed. He had grown into his features and quickly made a name for himself among the women. To say the least, he had never had to search for female companionship. He never got emotionally involved or stayed with one girl for more than a few weeks at a time.

Angel was interrupted from his thoughts.

"Hey peaches," Spike said, "What has got you all broody."

"I don't brood," Angel growled.

"You do brood," Cordelia interjected from her perch on Angel's lap. Cordelia: even if Angel had been able to get the new girl off his mind Cordelia talked about her non-stop all weekend. Apparently new had spread about the dance he and she had shared, only with Sunnydale's tendency to over exaggerate EVERYTHING Cordelia had been under the impression Angel and the new girl had flat out mated on the dance floor, (not that he would have minded.)

"So has anyone seen this new girl since the Bronze," Cordy asked for the 5th time that day, "I bet she doesn't even show, I bet she just a little drop out like Faith."

"Watch it Cordelia," Spike warned, "Would hate for Faith to mess up that pretty little face of yours."

"Oh poor Blondie-bear," Cordelia countered, "I forgot about your little crush on the piece of white-"

"ENOUGH," Angel shouted and stood up, knocking Cordelia over, "Spike, Doyle we're out."

"Fine, you know I was just about to go anyways," Cordelia yelled to his retreating back, in attempts to hide her hurt.

"Remind me why the hell I am still dating her?"

"This way you are a shoe-in for May King and Queen," Spike said.

"And, more importantly, so your mother thinks you aren't a player," Doyle added understanding his best-friend's motives better than Spike.

"Not to mention she's hot," Spike continued, but at Angel's mere grunt he added, "But maybe not as hot as a mysterious blond?"

"Who just so happens to be getting out of her car now, in an extremely short white skirt," Doyle added with a sly grin. Just then the late bell rang and people all over campus began rushing to class, "Oh listen Spike, there's the bell, we'd better get to class."

Spike patted Angel's shoulder. They then left Angel with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Angel knew where she was going, where would any new student go? To the main office. 'I should be a gentleman and help her find her way…and if we happen to get lost making out in in the broom closet it's all the better' Angel thought. He had to admit the Bronze lighting and atmosphere had done her little justice. He had thought she was hott then, but in comparison to seeing her in the sunlight; well there was no comparison. Finally Angel snapped out of his musings and walked up behind her.

"Hey babe," he purred, as he slipped his arms around her waist. "You left so early the other night I didn't catch your name."

"I planned it that way," she said allowing the bitterness to sneak into her voice. Her body was positively humming as it rested in his arms, but Buffy wouldn't allow him to know that.

"Did you plan on ever telling me, Ms. Mystery girl of whom I am hopelessly attracted to?"

"Well Angelus, were you planning on telling me you had a girlfriend," with that Buffy pushed away from him (with a little more force than needed) causing the unsuspecting Angel to fall on his butt, and proceeded to walk away.

Angel sat there for a moment in shock. Then his head whipped around to see if anyone had seen. No one knocked Angelus O'Connor on his ass. And no one told him what he could and couldn't have. He always got what he wanted and right now he wanted her name and her body and at that particular moment he didn't care in which order he got them.

He caught up to her in the hall. She was about to pass the broom closet. In one swift movement he had closed the distance between them, grabbed her wrist with one hand, while opening the door with the other, jerked her inside, shut the door and pinned her up against it.

Buffy had been alone in her thoughts (which had been an internal battle, one side disgusted by the presumptuous jerk her Angel had become, and the other side completely turned on by the hunk her once best friend had become), when Angel attacked. Now she found herself in what appeared to be a janitor's closed, pushed against the door with her hands held high about her head by Angel's.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing," she hissed.

"What I always do, taking what I want."

Before she could reply Angel's mouth had descended and cover her own.

Angel couldn't believe how good kissing her felt. He pushed his body closer to her while continuing his hold on her wrists for fear she would run away.

Buffy had long sense thrown caution to the wind and found she was lost in his kiss. She felt his tongue glide along her lips, begging for entrance. Despite all better judgment she conceded. She had been kissed before but nothing had felt like this. Their tongues dueled for dominance. Suddenly she felt they weren't close enough. She struggled with his arms to release her and when he finally did and dropped to her waist, her arms circled around his neck pulling each other closer.

Angel's hands slid down to her butt and attempted to lift her up. She jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. He knew she'd feel how badly he wanted her, and sure enough once she did she snapped. She slapped him hard across the face.

"Ow! What the hell was that!" he said pulling away from her.

"What the hell were you thinking kissing me like that, you have a girlfriend. And what is worse - you don't even know who I am!"

"Well I tried…" He protested but was cut off.

"You are a disgrace to the guy I once knew, I don't even know who you are anymore," she opened the door letting light into the room, "I'll see you around Angelus," and she slammed the door.

Angelus stayed rooted to the spot. In between the moment where she opened the door letting the light in and shutting the door (leaving him in darkness) he'd seen the light dance across something on her neck. It was a silver cross. 'Surely it isn't…Stop in Angelus that is impossible, it can't be…can it?' He was having an inner battle with himself one he hoped to soon settle once and for all.

He stormed off towards his first period now more confused and upset and frustrated than ever.

"Mr. O'Connor, how kind of you to grace us with your presence," the teacher said.

Too upset to make his usual suave remark he slammed into his chair in the last row next to Cordelia and behind Spike.

"Baby where have you been," Cordelia cooed into his ear.

Spike swiveled around in his seat. "Yes peaches, where have you been," he teased. He then leaned over and picked a strand of long honey-blond hair off Angel's shoulder. "Meet any blonds while you were out?" At Angel's glare, Spike smirked. Cordelia was too wrapped in running her hands over Angel's chest to notice. "Hey what happened to your cheek?" Sure enough there was a huge red print on Angel's left cheek where Buffy had hit him.

"Angelus, Cordelia, and William, if you don't mind joining the class?"

Main Office

"Hi, I'm Buffy Summers, I'm new, which you probably guessed," Buffy tried to make conversation with the secretary.

"State your business."

"Right…well I kinda need my schedule?"

"I don't see a Buddy Summers."

"Well it's Buf- never mind, try Elizabeth Summers?"

"Oh yes," she said, "well Ms. Summer's here is your schedule, you have first period English Riley Finn my office aid will escort you there."

" I really won't need…"

"Miss you've already missed half of class I would not recommend missing more due to being lost. RILEY!'

"Yes, Miss"

"Take this girl to Mrs. Wilkerson's class, Miss Summers welcome to Sunnydale High."

As Buffy and Riley walked he kept stealing glances at her that were more than a little unnerving.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh sorry, it's just, you remind me of someone from a long time ago."

Buffy didn't say anything. The idea that Riley Finn recognized her when her best friend couldn't gave her the creeps. When they reached the classroom Buffy didn't hesitate for a second and opened the door, barely muttering "Thanks" before it slammed behind her.

Lunch

Buffy was exhausted. It was her first real day back in Sunnydale and she was already slammed with homework. She was thankful that the teachers hadn't asked her to make speeches about herself yet, but she knew her next period (public speaking) would definitely require the end of her mysterious identity. She was doubly thankful that she hadn't had any classes with Angel or Cordelia yet; she knew not to be too hopeful the day was only half over. She walked into the cafeteria and it went silent, but Buffy wasn't phased. But it was that moment Cordelia decided to confront the new girl.

"Elizabeth, right?"

"That's right, Cordelia?"

"Wow you are a quick one," Cordelia continued with false sweetness. "Why don't you come hang with me and mine for lunch today. I'll introduce you to means of Sunnydale High's society." with that she grabbed Buffy's hand and dragged her towards a table.

'Oh won't this be fun' Buffy thought in vain.

"Hey everyone, this is Elizabeth, she's the new girl," Cordelia announced.

Mumbles of 'Hey' were heard down the table.

"Now Elizabeth, I want you to meet Spike, his real name is William but he hates it."

"Hey luv."

"Anyways he is dating Harmony here," Cordelia pointed out a blond girl who looked to be the biggest ditz Buffy had ever seen.

"Then there is Doyle and his girlfriend Kendra," Cordelia pointed to a brown haired guy whom Buffy recognized as the one who had been standing with Angel the other night at the Bronze.

"Wesley isn't here right now, but he sometimes hangs with us. We needed a smart guy to round out our perfect group. And here is my boyfriend (her emphasis on these words did not go unnoticed by Buffy) Angel." She said as she climbed onto his lap.

"We've met," Buffy, said making eye contact with Angel, he smirked at her undertone. This infuriated her. "What happened to your cheek Angel? Looks a little red."

Spike and Doyle snorted into their food and Angel just glared. Just then Willow walked into the cafeteria and Buffy waved at her.

"What do you think you are doing" Cordelia hissed almost horrified.

"Waving to a friend"

"We do not wave to them and we are not friends with them. Those would be the losers, clearly you are new because anyone who is anyone knows not to associate with them if they want to stay in my social graces."

"Why, what happened?" Buffy asked. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground to exposing her identity but Cordelia pissed her off beyond reason.

"Well there once was a girl who tried to come between me and my Angel, so I made sure that she was taken out of our group. Anyways-long story short those losers got all butt hurt about it saying I treated her wrong and so they left. Good riddance I say, right baby?"

Buffy had seen Angel's eyes darken and get a far away look during this story. At that moment she saw a glimpse of her Angel was still in him, but the fact that he was too wimpy to stick up for her and himself drove her to the brink of insanity. Buffy picked up her milk carton opened it up and dumped it all over Cordy (and because of location, Angel). With out saying anything she walked over to Willow's table and never looked back.

Cordelia screamed and went to the office to go home. Angel didn't know what to think, the necklace, the reaction to the story, the mentions of knowing him once, but he was in denial and refused to see beyond coincidence.

Finally lunch ended. Gossip was swirling about the new girl's stunt against Cordy. Buffy was climbing the social ladder with out even trying. She was just trying to get to her next class when people continuously bumped into her and questioned her about her life. When she finally made it to class she was 5 minutes late.

"Are you the new girl?" Buffy shook her head affirmatively. "You are 5 minutes late."

"Sorry, I was being mugged in the hallways," Buffy answered. The class snickered.

"Well as punishment you are going to give us your first speech, right now, about you."

Buffy had been prepared for this and she turned to face the class. She made a quick glance around deciding whom she'd pick on with eye contact when her eyes locked with Angel's. He wasn't smirking; he was actually looking at her like he'd seen a ghost. So she decided to direct it at him.

"My name is Elizabeth, I was born in L.A. and lived there for about 5 years before my parents got a divorce. Then my mother and I moved here, actually. I attended O'Connor Elementary where I met my best friend. For years I didn't hear much from my father than around the 6th grade he came and took me away from Sunnydale and I was to attend a boarding school in France. I lived in France for three and a half years before coming back here and coming to attend Sunnydale High. Oh and one more thing, no one calls me Elizabeth, I haven't been called that since…well ever, my name is and always has been Buffy, simply Buffy."

AN: I hope you liked. I'm not so sure, but it needed to be out there. Sorry it's taken a long time to update. My comp was down.

Disclaimer: Lines taken from Buffy the Vampire Slayer Episode 1 Welcome to the Hellmouth