Chapter 8
Finally, school is done and I don't have practice. I can actually go home and relax. I'm gona have to avoid Willow and Kennedy thought, they're probably dying to know what's going on, what can I say, they live vicariously through me. I get to my locker and see that Buffy is leaning against it. I haven't seen her since English, wonder what she wants. Oh and BUFFY SUMMERS IS WAITING FOR ME. FOR ME.
"Hey," she greets.
"Hey," I seriously can't believe that Buffy Summers is actually waiting at my locker to talk to me. Just because. My stomach is literally doing flips right now. I keep it cool, I'm sly like that, and start up on my locker combination; all the while she's just leaning and waiting for me.
"Do you wanna maybe get something to eat before we go to the movies?" holy crap! How in the hell did I forget about that? "Cordy has to go home first, she said she'll meet us there," Oh, that's why. Hanging with Buffy is a dream come true; I just don't think I can handle Cordelia and the rest without throwing a punch. Especially if there's going to be boys there, I cannot stand teenage boys. Well, now that I think about it, I can't stand grown man either.
"Right, I uh… Guess I could eat," I think she sees my hesitation.
"Do you not want to go anymore?" she actually looks disappointed.
"No, no, that's not it. It's just," here goes nothing, "I don't think I'm going to feel very comfortable with your group of friends," to say the least.
"Oh, well it's only going to be Cordelia, you don't have to worry about any others. Besides, I told her to be on her best behavious," I can't believe Cordelia would even agree to going to the movies with Buffy and I.
"That's probably worse; her focus will be solely on me,"
"Come on, she's not that bad," My face expresses everything right now.
"Okay, well how about inviting Willow and Kennedy?" I bust out laughing. She doesn't seem to be liking that.
"What's so funny?"
"It's just that they probably hate her just as much as I do, if not more,"
"Who hates who?" Kennedy pops up behind me, holding hands with Willow.
"You two hate Cordelia,"
"True that," Kennedy answers.
"Oh god, don't ever say that again," I think Willow and Buffy agree with me by the way they're shaking their heads.
"What? You don't like it when I talk gangsta," she emphasizes on the last word with a heavy accent.
"Really not," I answer.
"Why were you talking about our dislike of Cordelia," Willow, always one to keep us on track, or bring us back to it...
"I was wondering if you and Kennedy would like to join Cordelia, Faith and I at the movies tonight," and they bust out laughing. It's really not everyday that we're invited to the cinema with Buffy and Cordelia. Judging by Buffy's glare, she really doesn't like being laughed at. She even stomped her foot this time. It was super cute.
"You're serious," Kennedy supplies, Buffy nods her head, I still don't know if we should go. Nothing good could possibly come of this.
"Uhm," read my thoughts exactly Will.
"Come on, she'll be fine guys," we all look at each other sceptically. You have to remember that Cordelia Chase is the source of all the torture we've endured since I could remember. She outed Willow to her mother for Christ sakes, who does that? Oh right, Cordelia does.
"Okay I guess, what time does it start at?" Buffy smiles triumphantly.
"We're going for the seven o'clock, not sure which movie yet. Do you guys want to get dinner with Faith and I beforehand?" Faith and I. Faith and I. I think my dreams are actually coming true.
"Su-," Will starts but Kennedy cuts her off.
"Actually, I have to go home for dinner. With Willow, cuz my mom loves her and it's a school night, but we'll meet you there,'' she drags Willow off.
"They are just so cute," I think I might actually have a shot if she keeps calling lesbian couples cute. I make a gagging noise at her comment though and she slaps me in the stomach. She actually put her hand on my stomach. Albeit, it was hard and to cause me pain not pleasure, but her hand, was on, my stomach. Hello progress. I don't think I could handle physically touching her back, so I settle for flirting verbally with her, "Hey! Watch the abs, they're like my most precious weapon against the ladies," I hope I'm not pushing it by slightly lifting my shirt to giver a glimpse of the good stuff. I rub the sore spot; believe it or not, she's stronger than she looks.
"Please, I've seen better," hah, I can tell that she's lying because she's blushing and trying not to look. She totally thinks my body's hot.
"Mhm, whatever you say," no really, whatever she says goes.
"Where do you wanna eat?" she asks me as we make our way to her car. I don't exactly have a lot of cash on me, good thing the movie is half off tonight, or else I'd have to act full, but I'm fucking starved.
"I don't really have a lot of money on me, so somewhere cheap maybe?" better to be honest.
"Good, because I'm craving a Big Mac," now that's my kind of women, "Just don't tell Cordelia when we see her,"
"Why not?"
"She'll probably give me a lecture on proper nutrition and blablabla. I just don't see the point, aren't we going to die anyways at some point, and might as well die happy. Big Macs make me happy," I just fell deeper in love.
"It's probably what they put in them," she hits me again, geez woman, be gentle with the abs. What? I like my body okay.
It's not even six when we get to McDonalds, which means that I'm going to be alone with Buffy for more than an hour at least. I'm so nervous right now.
"Are you okay Faith?" I love it when she says my name.
"Yeah, fine. Just hungry, didn't get to eat lunch," great move Faith, bring up a possible mood killer.
"Right, to busy getting it on in the icky school bathrooms," she sounds kind of bitter about it.
"Believe me, it was totally worth it," I give her a nice eyebrow wriggle, and she gets out of the car.
"What?"
"You know, you're kind of a jerk," so she finally picked up on that.
"Yeah, I know," I smile, she giggles, and I'm safe. The line isn't too big when we get in. I'm staring at the menu like a starved homeless person when the cashier calls me over. Buffy just giggles. Again.
"A Big Mac, a water bottle, and a salad. Really?" I think I got a little over excited about how much Buffy liked Mcds. We now have our food; we decided to take a seat in the back of the restaurant next to a window.
"Well, I still want to live past my thirtieth birthday, and I like my body too," she looks down at herself, which in turn makes me look.
"Hey! Eyes up here," oops. She saw that huh.
"Right, sorry," she's just smirking at me; I think she enjoys seeing me in pain. Every time I look up from my food, she giggles. I don't get it.
"Is there something going on her that I don't know about?" I question with a mouthful of fries. I ain't gona change just because she's so prim and proper.
"Close your mouth when you chew Faith," unless she asks me to, "I just can't believe how much you're eating," she has an amazed look on her face. I glance down at my tray.
"It isn't much," just three junior chickens (extra mayo of course), large coke and a large fry. I eat it all the time. She still has a flabbergasted look on her face.
"Whatever, I burn off all the calories at practice,"
"I'm sure Rachel wouldn't like you to be eating so unhealthily," did she really just bring that up?
"I don't give a fuck about what she likes," I pop a fry in my mouth, "I'm not gona change for anyone, besides I hardly even know the chick."
"She seems to know us pretty well," Yeah, I guess she does.
"I'm actually kind of scared that she's gona start stalking me or something," I really am.
"Well I'll protect you if she gets out of hand," I can't help the snort that comes out.
"What?" she seems genuinely curious.
"Nothing," her face says everything.
"It's just… How the hell would a tiny little thing like you take her on," I'm all out laughing now.
"We're practically the same size Faith," she huffs.
"Yeah but you're like, dainty and fragile," I think I offended her, bet she's wishing that there was no table in between us right now, or else she's me again.
"Am not," I will not say it, I will not say it, I will not , "Are too," as you can imagine, this goes on for a while, the topic of Rachel completely forgotten, how it should be.
"I can't believe you're getting an ice cream after eating all of that," Buffy says as we're waiting in line.
"What? I didn't even eat lunch, technically I'm eating two meals in one right now so give me a break," although I do eat the same thing nearly every time I come here.
"Whatever, let's just hurry up so we're not late," we ate and talked about anything and everything, until she finally finished her food, then I told her I needed to eat if she didn't want to hear my stomach rumbling throughout the whole movie. I didn't get the sundae while she was eating cuz that would be rude, and I would miss some quality Buffy time.
After we got my large chocolate strawberry sundae, we head out to her car, "There's no way I'm letting you eat that in my car," Buffy shoots.
"Fine," I say, and shove the rest in my mouth, I think I'm trying to prove a point I just don't know what it is exactly.
"Brain freeze, oh, brain freeze," I yell with the most of the ice cream still crammed in my mouth, no wonder she'll never want to date me.
"You are such a dork," she says as she gets into her car, she's smiling widely the whole time. Score.
Willow and Kennedy are already at the cinema when we walk in. God I love referring to Buffy and I as a we. They both have these sickening grins on their faces and for once I can't tell if it's because they just had sex or because we're about to see a movie with Buffy Summers, the love of my life.