Chapter 3

I hate Cordelia, I hate Cordelia, I hate Cordelia. This seems to be the basis of my thoughts for the past two days. I know I've been coming off as a negative person lately, but can you blame me? The bitch has been making Buffy avoid me. I know I'm kind of jumping to conclusions, seeing as that day in gym was the only time I'd ever spoken to her, so her not talking to me now isn't really a big change.

I swear she's tried talking to me though, but every single freaking time, Cordelia steers her in the other direction, or just plain out disses me. Safe to say, I'm pissed off. More so at Cordy, but is it really that bad that I've been in a bitchy mood lately? On top of everything, Will and Ken have been in a lovey dovey mood for the past few days.

I've been waiting for ten minutes at Willow's locker, and she's still not here. It's lunch time, she's always here. She waits for me and Kennedy, then lectures us on wasting ten minutes of our lunch break, and then we go outside and eat. Not today though, no Willow in sight. Since Ken isn't here either, I'm guessing they're in some closet making out. And if you think Willow doesn't make out in closets because she's way too good, think again. Lately, that's all they've been doing.

I'm not even coming up with this on my own because not only did Kennedy tell me that their sex life has been heated lately, but I also had the misfortune of walking in on them doing... God I can't even... Just, you know what I mean, right?

As I was saying, here I am, waiting against a locker of a girl that isn't even my girlfriend. Why? You ask. Well, I have no where else to go. Those two are kind of all I got. I might tease them constantly, and say that they piss me off, but I love em. I just kinda wish I had what they had. Just not with either one of them, because irk. It's bordering on fifteen minutes, and I'm seriously considering going to eat alone like a looser, before Willow comes giggling down the hall, with Kennedy right behind her. Doesn't look like Kennedy is too happy about it though.

"You're ruining my life Lehane," she yells at me, and Willow elbows her in the stomach. Go Willow!

"Sorry Faith. We got caught up doing some... Math," Willow stumbles some words out. Do they really think I'm that dumb?

"If that was math, I think I'm gonna ace it this term," she kisses her in front of me. I hate when they do that. Don't get me wrong, PDA is nice and everything, but not until I get myself a girl.

"Can we eat? Cuz out of the three of us, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who hasn't eaten in the last few hours," I smirk, Willow blushes, Kennedy hits me, it's kind of our thing.

We make our way to the lunch tables outside, good thing were in Cali, or else I doubt we'd be able to eat lunch outside everyday. Naturally, Cordelia is sitting with Buffy at the only table that has enough seats left for me and mine.

"Don't even think about sitting here, freaks," Cordelia remarks snidely.

"It's public property Cordelia," I say before sitting down next to her, she makes a show of sliding her ass until she's practically off the bench. I hope she falls. Kennedy sits down across from me, next to Buffy. I though about sitting next to her, but I thought it would be kind of forward. I mean, she could actually be avoiding me. God, I'm actually making up situations in my head. Out of the three of us, Willow should be the least scared, yet she looks horrified. For no reason really, Cordelia knows better than to insult her directly in front of not only Kennedy, but me.

In other news, Buffy doesn't seem too unhappy to see me-us. She actually looks kind of annoyed at Cordelia, although I don't really know of anyone who could endure Cordelia without being at least a bit annoyed.

"Did you guys win your game yesterday?" Buffy knows we had a game yesterday?

"Yup, do we ever not?" Kennedy loves to show off, in front of anybody.

"Actually..." Willow starts, I know where this is going.

"How about we not?" Kennedy asks.

"What?" Buffy is generally curious, which is weird because they're talking about soccer.

"Seriously Buffy? Everybody knows the only reason Sunnydale high ever wins in girl's soccer is because of Faith. She missed like two games last year, and that was the only two they ever lost," Every person at this table's jaw is on the floor right now. Since when does Cordelia know about girl's soccer stats?

"What? My cousin was on the team last year," I bet she's wishing she could retract her previous statement right about now.

"Wow, you must be pretty amazing Faith," Buffy steers the conversation in another direction, but I'm definitely not going to forget Cordelia's little revelation into the world of soccer.

"I'm okay," am I blushing, oh god I'm blushing.

"She's amazing, her average is 1.9 goals a game," Willow loves giving people facts, no matter what they're about. Kennedy seems a little jealous, which she always is when it comes to soccer. We're both strikers, but I kind of outshine her at times. It's not like I can just stop, I'm good at what I do. Besides, she's way better at school than me. I think maybe it's because some of their after school 'tutoring sessions', are actually tutoring. Can't get in the way of Willow and her tutoring.

"I'm not that great," I explain.

"I guess I'll have to see for myself one of these days," that sounded flirtatious, is she flirting with me?

"Buffy!" Cordy yells.

"What?" Buffy gives back as good as she got.

"Can I talk to you in private please," Cordelia looks, not so discretely, towards us. Buffy rolls her eyes and walks to the far end of the yard.

"Dude, they're totally talking about you," Kennedy whispers conspiratorially to me.

"No they're not," I answer back, but I can see them talking pretty animatedly and gesturing towards us. Cordelia's probably just lecturing her about having conversation's with the 'lower class people of the school'. Bitch.

They seem to have finished their little argument, Cordy's stomping off towards the school, but Buffy looks like she's coming back to sit with us.

"What was that about?" Kennedy asks, and Buffy glances towards me.

"Nothing, Cordelia's just being, well, Cordelia," we all laugh at that.

"They have a game tomorrow. If you still want to go, I mean. It would nice to have company watching them play," Willow's always been a good sport. I don't think she's missed a game or practice since she started dating Kennedy. Not that she used to miss many before.

"I'd love to," Oh Willow, Willow, Willow. I am going to kill you, and I think she gets my silent message because her smile just turned into a somewhat terrified grimace.

"It's a home game, tomorrow at 5:30 p.m," Kennedy continues for her, smirking. She knows I'm freaking. I hate playing when I know someone important is in the audience. It's like my brain goes on overload.

"Great, I'll see you then," she packs up her stuff and heads off the same way Cordelia went. No matter what, they're still best friends and all that.

Now to my dilemma. Buffy Summers is going to watch me play tomorrow. Fuck.