"Mahal"
By: Lynn
DISCLAIMERS: Making it short...NOT MINE!
SUMMARY: AU; Just another story where everybody's human and Angel, Oz, and Xander are the new students in school.
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BETA READER: Ashley Russo (last parts un-beta¡¦ed)

Part 1

"Hi Buffy!"

"Hey Buffy!"

"Summers. Hey Girl!"

Buffy Summers, one of the most popular girls in Sunnydale High, smiled and waved to her schoolmates that greeted her as she strutted down the hallway to her locker.

The blonde beauty stopped occasionally to make small talk, and eventually made it to her burgundy colored locker. She turned to the numbers of her combination on her lock and popped it open, dropped off some books and then pulled some out.

"Morning Buffy!" a cheerful voice behind her said. Buffy shut her locker door and turned to meet the eyes of her red headed best friend, Willow Rosenberg.

"Hey Wills." the girls walked off together to the courtyard to meet the rest of the group, happily chatting on the way. The two finally reached a big oak tree where their group of friends resided and sat down with them under the provided shade.

"Hey guys, what's the what?" Buffy greeted, and sat next to her bleach-blonde haired cousin William "Spike" MacClay.

"Hey Buffy. Willow," mumbled Riley Finn while he scribbled down his homework quickly before the bell rang, "Hey Willow? What was the answer for number five to Mrs. Peterson's homework?"

She looked up from the magazine that their model-looking brunette friend, Cordelia Chase was showing her and replied, "It's on page 105, second paragraph."

"Thanks," the blonde haired, blue eyed teenager said while turning the pages searching for the answer. As soon as Riley jotted down the answer, the first bell rang, signaling that first period was beginning.

"And so it begins," Buffy stated unenthusiastically. They all stood up and Buffy linked arms with Willow and made their way to first period Anatomy. Cordelia fell in step with them in proud strides, while Riley and Spike went in the opposite direction since their class was in a different hallway.

It was ten minutes into the class and the teacher, Mrs. Kumat was lecturing on the day's lesson.

"Now turn to page 112 and-" there was a knock on the door cutting off Mrs. Kumat in mid-sentence. The red-haired aging woman huffed in frustration and looked toward the doorway, where an Asian girl stood. Mrs. Kumat walked toward the student in the doorway and her class took it as their cue to talk amongst themselves while their teacher talked to the girl.

"Class! Class!" Mrs. Kumat said after a few minutes. The students quieted down and turned to the teacher. The Asian girl was gone and 3 teenaged boys took her place.

"Thank you," Mrs. Kumat continued, "We have three new students today; Liam, Daniel, and Alexander Roarke," she gestured towards the boys huddled by the now closed doorway, "Come. Come," she waved them over to stand next to her.

The girls in the class dropped their jaws at the sight of newbies and some actually whistled and cat called. The guys rolled their eyes and mocked some of the girls.

Cordelia whispered to Buffy, "Hello salty goodnesses," and snapped fingers with her; Buffy giggled in agreement.

Two of the new boys had dark brown hair and brown eyes except that one of them was about an inch or two taller and had his hair in spikes, and the other had his hair gelled and neatly combed. The third one had a lighter shade of brown hair with a red tint, blue eyes, and was a few inches shorter that the other two. He also gelled his hair into spikes but in a different style.

The one with dark brown spikes wore a white tank top that showed he worked out and an unbuttoned black shirt with the long sleeves rolled up a bit. A black leather cuff wrapped around his right wrist and dark blue jeans and black boots dressed his lower half.

The other one with dark brown hair had baggy khakis and brown boots; a light blue sweater topped it off. He wasn't as built as the first one but he still had a good build.

The shorter one had a white t-shirt underneath a yellow, unbuttoned bowling shirt that had "Topper" sewn in red letters above the breast pocket. He had on a leather cuff like his brother but had on more bracelets that were leather and metal on both wrists. A silver chain dangled from his pocket and hooked onto his belt loop on the left side of his baggy jeans; brown boots on his feet like his other brother. There was also a stud earring pierced on each ear; a little silver hoop on top of the left ear.

"Why don't you tell us a little about yourselves," the teacher encouraged her three new students.

"Well," the tallest one started off, "I'm Liam but people call me Angel."

"Name's Oz," the short one announced.

"Oz?" Mrs. Kumat questioned, "It says right here your name is Daniel."

"It is. But that's what people call me. Oz."

"I'm Xander." the last one said and then continued since he was the more talkative out of the three, "We moved here from Orlando with our younger brother and sister and mother. And even though we don't look it, we're triplets."

"But all three yummy," a girl said out loud, making the class laugh and the three brothers blushed and laughed quietly along, embarrassed.

"Aura," Mrs. Kumat warned and raised an eyebrow at the hormone driven girl. She put her attention back on the Roarke brothers, "Triplets huh?"

"Um... Yeah," Oz spoke up.

"Who's the oldest?"

"It goes Angel, Oz, and then me," Xander explained.

"Wonderful. Well, Liam and Alexander, you can sit in that empty table in front of Buffy and Cordelia, and Daniel, you can sit next to Willow over there," she pointed to the young red headed girl in front of the class and then jotted it down on her seating chart.

Oz sat on the wooden stool and gave a small smile to Willow.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," she blushed.

Buffy watched as Xander and Angel made their way in front of her and Cordelia. She made eye contact with Angel and he gave her a sexy half-smile and winked before he turned his back on her and sat on his own wooden stool.

"Oh boy," she muttered under her breath, while Mrs. Kumat continued the lesson.

TBC...