Monday morning comes with the slowest speed Buffy had ever seen in a weekend. She's spent almost of all it, not caring about whether or not she got any text messages, but by Sunday evening, she can already feel the slight regret slipping in.
So, on Monday morning when she walks into school and saw Andi and Cyrus, she braces herself for the torture that was about to begin.
"Hey Buffy!" Cyrus says eagerly, clearly not in the know of the bet Andi and her had made. Andi simply smirks at her, and Buffy rolls her eyes. "Andi is trying to kill me." She grumbles and Cyrus raises an eyebrow, looking at her all confused. Andi, the jerk, just cackles before responding to Cyrus.
"She can't text, Snapchat, or direct message Marty for anything all week." He turns back to Buffy, a look of disbelief on his face. "And you think you'll be able to do this?" Buffy gawks, a pout forming on her face as she glares at her two best friends.
"I can totally do this. I'm Buffy Driscoll, I've never lost a bet before." Andi snorts, and Buffy rolls her eyes at her. "Sure sweetheart." She crosses her arms over her chest and she's about to make a witty remark when the first-period bell rings.
"Damn it." She curses under her breath as Andi and Cyrus both start snickering. "I'll see you guys during lunch." She turns around, walking towards her English class when she realizes, that Marty had just transferred into her English class the previous week.
Meaning, she's gonna have to see him. In less than 10 minutes. Buffy sighs, tugging on a loose curl as she braces herself again.
Could this day get any worse?
Marty watches as Buffy comes into class, her curls bouncing as she speed walks around the teacher's desk and over to her own on the other side of the room. His hand itches to pull out his phone and text her, but he has to stay strong. No way in hell is he letting T.J win.
Instead, he turns his attention to the board as class starts, letting his mind focus on the lesson. Ms Marda begins to speak about Romeo and Juliet and how they were driven apart by their families, and Marty could feel himself starting doze off. Next thing, he had fallen asleep.
His eyes open a few minutes later when he heard Ms Marda coming to stand beside him, the rest of the class scribbling down notes.
"Hi Marty?" She says quietly and he tilts his head as he listens to her. "Can I speak to you in the hallway?" He nods, getting up and pushing in his chair, feeling Buffy's eyes on him as he followed her out.
"So I've noticed that you've been struggling to stay awake in my class consistently. Is there something going on? Do you need any help?" Marty shook his head, his cheeks heating up. "No! I just have a lot of stuff going on with school and work and soccer. I'm so sorry, I won't sleep in your class again."
Ms Marda nods, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's fine buddy. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help." She smiles at him before going back into the classroom. Marty stares down at the tiles, his heart pounding before he walks back in.
Everyone else is still taking notes and paying attention to their notebooks and computers, everyone but Buffy who as he walks in, stares him down before tugging on one of her curls - something he knew was a nervous tick for her.
Buffy was nervous. That never, if rarely happened. He was so going to win this.
Marty smiles at her and she smiles back, her cheeks bright red before turning her attention to her notebook. She looked cute when she was flustered he thought.