A/n: Ok, chapter 5 is finally here, please enjoy!

CHAPTER FIVE

Buffy had been running for what seemed like forever, even if she had only ran two and a half blocks away from her house. Buffy looked over her shoulder. No Xander, is that good or bad? Buffy didn't see Xander anywhere, but she kept on running anyway.

"Buffy, wait!" She heard Xander yell.

Oh crap. Buffy ran faster. What the hell happend? Did Xander just wake up today and dicide that he loves me? Buffy was headed for a school, which if she took the time to notice, was Dawn's school.

"Is this some kind of game?" Xander asked. "If I catch you I get the prize?" Xander contiued to case Buffy.

"No! Xander I'm not playing a game!" Buffy was now running down the sidewalk, right infront of the school. there were a few groups of students out side, and one student was sitting on the front steps; Dawn.

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Dawn had just gotten to school about a hour ago, (thankfully she had just made it before the bell) and now she was back outside again. Of course it wasn't like that was a bad thing, but what had happend was so weird.

She had been sitting in Math class, If you looked at her from a distance it would seem like Dawn was taking notes, but really all Dawn was doing was doodling.

Mrs. Jameson was writting something on the black board. "Ok, can anyone tell me the answer to this," Mrs. Jameson said as she pointed to the board.

As if to answer Mrs. Jameson's question, a student farther down the same row Dawn was in, jumped up, knocking his chair back. It slammed loudly into the desk behind him. Dawn had seen the boy before. He had straggly brown hair, and thick, black-rimmed glasses. She had thought he looked like the singer of the band Weezer. He was wearing a T-shirt with the logo an old-school breakfast cereal on it- not the sort of guy she'd normally expect to have an outburst.

The boy turned to the girl next to him, grabbed her by her cardigan sweater, and pulled her out of her chair. Dawn expected the girl to freak out, but before she could do anything, the boy planted a kiss full on her lips. It was like a kiss in an old movie, all smashed faces and mingling nose. The girl went with it without objection.

Mrs. Jameson saw what was happening and started to move out from behind her desk. She seemed taken aback, and stopped halfway there.

"Mr. Milbroch!" She shouted. "Jack! What are you doing?" Mrs. Jameson asked.

Jack didn't answer. He swiveled around, taking the girl with him and plopping her down in his chair. He then turned back and moved to the next student over, where another female student, a blonde with a ponytail, waited with a wide grin.

Dawn remembered her from another class, too, because she always wore a little too much makeup and her shirts were usually a little too short to reach the top of her pants.

Today, the blonde had on a shirt that said, "I'll try anthing thrice." Although the first girl had met Jack's advance with stunned indifference, the second girl leaped into it with a can-do attitude. She wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and was on him even before he could plant the kiss on her. Dawn was reasonably sure that there was tongue involved.

When Jack extricated himself from the girl's grasp, he pulled the same move he had pulled on his first victim. He spun her around like a dance partner, gracefully dropping her into the first girl's chair.

"Don't tell me that's it,Tiger?" she said. Jack giggled.

"Sorry," He said, "I have to share the love." Jack said as he moved on.

"Mr. Milbroch! I must insist you sit back down!" Mrs. Jameson exclamed.

If Jack heard Mrs. Jameson, he gave no indication. He was busy moving to the next student in the line. It was a boy, though. A rather burly one, at that, and he was wearing a Sunnydale Razorbacks sweatshirt. Jack held up hands and laughed. He was stepping very slowly, working his way around the guy's chair, almost like he was sidestepping a land mine.

"Take it easy, big fella," Jack said. "Don't get excited.

"That's right, buddy," Sweatshirt guy replied, "keep moving."

Dawn laughed at the predicament the two found themselves in, but then realized that she was in the next occupied seat in that row. Jack was making his way towards her. Sure he was cute, but Dawn wasn't looking for a boyfriend, or at least not one like him. Trying to think fast, Dawn got out of her seat and put her chair between herself and the kissing bandit.

"Come on, now," Jack Said. " it's just a little kiss." Jack started to try and push the chair out of the way, and Dawn started to back away.

"Can't we talk this over?" Dawn asked. "I'm sure we can come up with many alternatives for things to put to your lips besides me. A cup of coffee, maybe? A scone?" Just when she thought she was going to have to shove the chair at Jack and bash his knees, he suddenly stopped short. He let out a small, throaty gurgle, and his arms flew out to the sides.

Mrs. Jameson had grabbed Jack by his shirt collar and was jerking him back.

"Mr. Milbroch, that is quite enough," She said. her voice had dropped a couple of octaves. She had her authority cap on, big-time. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but you're going to cut it out. Ms. Summers, if you'll kindly step aside, I'm going to escort Romeo here down to the Pricipals office."

"Gladly." Dawn said as she moved to the next row back, taking her chair with her. No sense removing the barrier between her and Sir Kiss-a-Lot. Probably a good move, too, since when Mrs. Jameson wrangled him from behind the desk Jack had puckered his lips and made several kissing noises, aiming them all at her.

"You can't do this to me," Jack protested. "Haven't you ever heard of freedom of expression?" Jack asked.

"You bet I have," Mrs. Jameson said. "Have you ever heard of self-control?"

"I have not yet begun to kiss!" Jack exclamed.

"Yes, you have. You just kissed your enrollment here good-bye." And with that, Mrs. Jameson pushed Jack out the door.

As soon as Mrs. Jameson and Jack exited the room, the class instantly erupted in laughter and gossip.

The first girl that Jack kissed, stood up and started talking to no one in partiular.

"Can you believe it? I can't believe it!" She raised an eyebrow. "I sort of liked it, though,"

The second girl that Jack kissed started to giggle.

"Please, honey, you were just a speed bump on the way to my mouth." She said with a smirk.

Chatter from the back of the class ranged from shock to outrage to one kid declaring Jack to be his new hero.

"The Rock is so over," He said. "I wanna smell what Jack Milbroch is cooking!"

For her part, Dawn didn't know what to think.

Now she was outside sitting on the steps, waiting for her next class. She wasn't really doing anything but staring off into space thinking about what had happened earlier. I wonder if that was part of that sp-

"Oh... my... God!" Some girl suddenly said.

The other teens who were outside started to laugh. Dawn looked up and got the shock of her life.

Oh my God! Dawn thought as she took in the scene.

Buffy was running from Xander, and Xander was wearing a ripped open shirt, and neon green jockeys.

All Dawn could do was look on in horror, wide eyed, and mouth agape.

"Anybody think that guy might be related to Jack?" One boy asked.

The only answer was more laughter.

Dawn contiued to stare, hoping that no one would realize that that was Buffy. Dawn was taken out of her new found worst day ever shock. when sombody layed a hand on her shoulder.

"Who on earth is that?" Janice said laughing at the sight of the two people running down the side walk, which at this point Dawn was thankfull that they were out of view.

"I don't know. But whoever they are, I think they need some serious help." Dawn said as she got up from sitting, she took another glance back at her sister and friend.

Dawn and Janice walked back into the school, talking on the way to their next class.

"Oh, Dawn did you hear the latest Jack Milbroch news?" Janice said, the way she said it sounded like she was going to burst if she didn't tell this new found information.

Dawn shook her head.

"Well, apparently Mrs. Jameson shouldn't have taken him to see the Principal, as in the female Principal. No one knows what he did once the door to Principal Sand's office was closed, but as soon as it was open again, he was a free man." Janice said with a little grin.

Dawn stopped in her tracks.

"Are you serious? 'Cause that was the best gossip this year." Dawn said as she started back walking again.

"I was outside of the office the whole time. And I found something else out," Janice said, with a knowing smirk.

Dawn turned to her friend.

"What did you find out?" Dawn asked.

"I found out this school needs thicker walls!" Janice and Dawn both started to laugh at that bit of info.

"God, you attually heard them?" Dawn and Janice entered a class room.

"Yes, and I think I'm in serious need of every CD I have just to get what I heard out of my head." Janice sat down at a desk, and Dawn sat down in the seat next to her.

"And I had the crazy idea of waiting outside. Darn, you get all the fun." Dawn said slipping off her backpack.

"Well, be glad you weren't there." Janice said opening a note book, and getting a pincil ready.

The teacher entered the room and almost everyone fell silent.

"We'll continue this conversation after class." Dawn whispered.

Janice nodded.

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Willow puffed as her feet pounded down the side walk. Tara and he weird preferences. Well, she'd just have to work things out later.

I'd better think of what I would say, She thought to herself, Um, I'm sorry, Tara for... for... Willow stoped. What did I do exactly? I mean aside from abusing my magic. Tara was fine a few days ago. What could have happened? She thought sadly to herself.

Willow played with the bracelet she was wearing and sighed.

She looked up, and when she looked up ahe saw a flash of Buffy running past, who turned and gave her a pleading expression.

Willow prepared for what might be chasing her, but instead of a horrendous demon, it was much more horrible.

Xander rushed by in brightly colored underwear, grasping syrup and whipped cream.

Suddenly, Willow remembered her feelings towards Xander in the early days, and in one swift movment she tackled him and brought down.

"Xander, Oh, god!" She found herself saying as she straddled him and took off the lid from the whipped cream. Xander shuddered, scared and afraid.

"No! That whipped cream is for Buffy, and Buffy alone!" Xander said as he looked to see where Buffy was.

Willow just laughed manically and sprayed the whipped cream all over Xander's face and chest.

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Spike, meanwhile, was in his crypt, watching T.V. that he really wasn't watching, when the door to his crypt burst open. Tara was standing there with a demented look on her face, and was wearing a weird vinyl corset.

Spike, who, believe him, has seen a lot of weird things (In Sunnydale alone) but few things scared him more than Tara standing in his door with a vinyl corset.

"Spike," She mummered quietly, "I'm not a lesbian anymore, and I want Vamps."

Spike, frightened out of his mind, sat ridgid in his chair.

"Oh, bloody hell, there is something terribly wrong going on here." Spike said as he looked on in fear.

TBC...

A/n: Ok, I just love the cliff hanger-y ness. Don't you? Please review. Chapter 6 will be here soon. (Hey, most of that rhymed.)