On Monday at school, everyone looked on in shock as Buffy and Angel kissed outside the entrance. "See you second?" Buffy looked uncomfortable. "Yeah. Angel, everyone's staring" He bent down again. "Let them stare."
He pulled her back up against him for another long kiss. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, lost in the kiss and oblivious to the boy standing in the shadows, glaring with unadulterated hatred.
Angel. I never liked him. And I never thought I'd have any problems keeping Buffy while he was around; the two of them hated each other, I know they did! But now they're kissing. I can see them, wrapped around each other. Someone whistles and they break apart, laughing. They won't be laughing when I'm through with them…
How could she do this to me? I loved her, I still love her! She told me she loved me. Lying bitch! She knows I don't mean to hurt her, she just makes me so angry and I can't help myself. She said she didn't mean to upset me, she said I made her happy. Yeah, real happy. She ran off to the first guy who'd have her!
The last time I hit her, I just got carried away. She told me it was over. Over! How could it be over! We were in love! She said I didn't treat her right. But I bought her presents all the time! She told me it wasn't about that, she said she deserved someone who respects her. I said to her, I said, how the hell do you expect me to respect you when you go flirting with other guys, when you spend all your time with your friends, when you wear those little slutty outfits to the Bronze. They're just supposed to be for ME! No other man should see her wearing skirts that short. Who could respect her in those outfits! She looked like a hooker most of the time.
I told her that once and she hit me. SHE hit ME! Of course, afterwards, she said she was sorry, I just upset her. I apologised, and she apologised, and we made up. We spent hours cuddling on the sofa, talking and laughing. And she threw all that away, for what! Him! He'll leave her. I know he will. He'll find someone else, and she'll come running back to me.
He can't make her happy. That smile can't be real. The laugh's fake. He was just there for her when she was missing me, when she wanted someone to hold her. I know that's it. But she shouldn't have gone to him! She must have gotten my message, she should have come looking for me!
But she'll pay. They'll both pay.