Buffy looked into her mirror, thoughts stuffing their way into her mind. will he expect anything? Everyone says so. What if I can't accept? she shook her head as she put a clip into her hair. She was dressed in a frilly black mini with black strap heels and a pale pink short sleeved top that was the limit her mom would let her wear on the scale of sluttiness, she wanted to look good for him.
Walking down the stairs, her mother greeted her, "Buffy. Can we talk before you go to the party?" Buffy secretly rolled her eyes and followed her mother into the living room. "Buffy. I know you say your older now, you are almost 16. I think you think you can do what you want, but you can't. You are too young. If I were you, I'd wait till 18, or even marriage. I know its hard. Please make me proud, honey." oh, gosh. She has to do the proud thing. I am sooo not too young. And you're right. It is hard. Very Hard.
Buffy stepped inside the house, the music was blaring "pop it like its hot." And she spotted her friend Willow. "Hey wills. What's up?" Willow blushed, "I like that guy over there." Buffy grinned, "Really? Want me to hook you two up?" Willow shook her head, "He wouldn't like me. I'm just a bookworm, and he's in a band." Buffy left her friend and walked over to the guy she knew who liked Willow. "Hey, Oz. Come over here and tell Willow you like her. Jeez! I thought you did already. You guys are so shy, I have to do everything." Oz walked slowly over to a blushing Willow and asked her to dance.
Her work done, Buffy headed over to the punch bowl and realized it might be spiked. Backing away she ran into the guy she had hoped to avoid. Angel. He was still not over her and he was the head of the football team. "Hello Buffy." He greeted her warmly, almost……drunkenly. Realizing he was drunk she walked away before he could say much to her.
She spotted Spike talking to Xander and the two were quite angry. She decided to slit them up. The words she heard of their argument consisted of, "if you ever………buffy I swear……look I won't…..i care for her….shut up……..you know we know you don't……..that's not true………here she comes." Buffy forced a smile. 'What's up, guys?" Xander huffed away. "What's gotten into him?" Spike replied, "He doesn't like how we are. " She turned to face him, their closeness making her quezy inside, "What do you mean, 'how we are'" she shivered at his touch. "Can we chat up stairs this music is loud, "okay." upstairs?yikes.