Chapter 11

I'm screwed. I am so freaking screwed. Last night was a mistake. An awesome mistake that felt really, really good but nonetheless a huge freaking mistake. Not only did I fuck Buffy's best friend, and sorta liked it, but technically I cheated on my girlfriend. Even though she's psychotic. Which is probably why I'm so damn worried about this. I'm not exactly worried about Buffy finding out, I doubt she'd even care and I don't think Cordelia wants anyone to know about us. Not that there is an us, right after we did it she freaked out and left. Which is fine, I get that she's all confused or whatever, but I'm really not interested in being her first girlfriend or whatever she's planning. I know she's planning something though.

I'm on my way to Rachel's to pick her up for school. Not so much as pick up, more like walk in the other direction of the school to ring on her doorbell just to walk all the way back the same way I came from. I'm not liking this whole relationship deal. Maybe I should just let her tell Buffy. There's a chance Buffy won't even believe her. And so what if Buffy knows, she's cool, she wouldn't care... Or she would and never talk to me again... Fuck.

I walk up the front steps to Rachel's house and right as I'm about to press down on the doorbell, the door swings open and I have a hand full of Rachel... I really gotta start remembering what her first name is. Anyways, she's hugging me and talking. She does that lot of I've learned. From what I can tell she's basically recounting everything that happened in her life since I dropped her off yesterday.

"And then I went to bed and thought of you. So how was your night?" She has a bright and curious smile on her face.

"It was fine."

She looks like she wants me to go on, what am I suppose to say. I was knuckle deep in Cordelia Chase all night wishing she was Buffy and didn't even think of you through it all? Somehow I don't think that'll make her very happy.

"You know, if you want this to work you're going to have to start opening up to me." She looks expectantly at me.

"Umm... I had pasta for dinner last night?" She seems satisfied with my answer and starts recounting her morning to me. I'm crying on the inside.

"Then you rang my on my doorbell." If you're wondering if she actually just replayed her whole morning to me, well she did. In detail, lots and lots of details. We're finally at school, and Rachel is still talking. I seriously don't have the energy or the motivation to listen to her right now. I'm too busy watching out for Cordelia. I know for a fact that if she sees me hand in hand with Rachel she's gonna pull a fit. Probably won't be direct, which isn't necessarily a good thing. Indirect with Cordelia could end up being much, much worse.

I'm too busy looking out for Cordelia that I don't see Buffy come up to me. Or more accurately us, because Rachel is still yammering away about something.

"Hey Faith," Buffy looks down to my hands that are still intertwined with Rachel's, "and Rachel..." I can see the wheels turning in her head. I mean, I did tell her that I wanted nothing to do with Rachel, and now I'm holding hands with her. Which, by the way, I never hold hands with anybody.

"Hello Buffy, how are you this morning?" Rachel's smiling so wide I can see her wisdom teeth, I can't even tell if she's trying to tell me something because all her smiles and gestures only give me one message; that she's crazy.

"I'm good, a little confused," she glances at our hands again, "but good."

"Right, so we should be be getting to class..." I tug at Rachel's hand but she's just looking at me with a puzzled expression. Girl can take a hint as well as she can give one.

"Why are you pulling on my hand Faith?" It takes all my might not to smack myself in the forehead, this girl has not one ounce of subtlety in her body.

"I should go too." Buffy says dejectedly, she's the kinda girl who likes honesty and this situation is definitely making me look like a liar who would do anything to get into a hot girl's pants. But you see, if she actually knew the reality of the what's going on, she would know that I really don't need to try to get into a girl's pants because they're all so willing to take them off for me.

I have the sudden urge to go explain this to her but that would completely defeat the purpose of me dating Rachel.

"Why are both of you in such a rush to get to class? We still have twenty minutes before the first bell."

"I don't want to get to class Rachel." She really can't take a hint.

"Oh? Oh..." Why is she smiling devilishly at me?

Before I know it I'm being ushered into the second floor janitorial closet and my jeans are being unbuttoned. Wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but what the hell!

Not gonna let her control this though, I've got some ounce of the old Faith left. Before she could put her hand down my pants, I kiss her to distract her and lift her up onto the extra desk that's in the room. She doesn't even get a chance to breathe before I pull her panties off and get to my knees. This is the best part of being with a girl. No matter how many times and how many different girls I eat out, I can't seem to shake the excitement off from the first taste.

Right when I'm about to take my first lick the closet door opens.

"Wow, janitors closet. Really?" It's Cordy, oh my god! Just keep your head down, she still hasn't noticed it's you yet.

"Faith!" Uh oh.

I turn my head slightly to the left to look at her, which is proven to be hard because Rachel's legs are still spread and she doesn't seem to care that Cordelia just walked in on us so she isn't lowering them.

"Uh... Hi?" She tries to blow me up with her eyes before storming out of the closet. Heh heh... The closet... No? Well, I guess my whole Cordelia problem is solved. Ow, what the fuck! I turn back to Rachel, who was tugging at my hair. Her eyes are basically saying, "You better finished what you started or so help me..." So naturally, I dive right in.

First and second period were awkward to say the least. I had both classes with Cordelia and she was completely avoiding me. Which she kind of always does, but this time was different it was as if she was deliberately trying not to look at me which was making me look at her, which was making everyone else look at me questioningly. By everyone else I mean Kennedy, Willow, Rachel, and Buffy who also shared both first periods with us.

If you're wondering, I still haven't told Will and Ken about my... situation. So I bet they just think Cordy and I had a screaming match or something. Rachel just looks jealous of the fact that I'm looking at Cordelia instead of her and the last thing I need right now is her finding out about me and Cordy. But what's really getting to me is the slightly hurt look Buffy's been giving me all class. I'll have to come up with some excuse about Rachel and I's recent development in our relationship.

Maybe I can convince her that Rachel just thinks we're dating because she has a mental illness, and that I'm being nice by going along with her delusions? Nah, I'm not that cruel.

Right after the bell rings I get up to talk to Buffy but I'm being pulled into another direction by the hand. I'm gonna have to talk to Rachel about this whole pulling me thing. I'm a soccer player not a basket-ball player, my arms are kinda lanky. I know, I'm not proud of them either.

"I was thinking that we could walk to that deli that's not to far from here for lunch?" She continues right as I'm about to answer. "You don't have to pay of course." The fuck.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" She actually retreats at my outburst, yeah that's right, I've still got it.

"I.. I just."

"You think because I'm not a rich goody too shoes like you I can't buy my own fucking lunch! God, you're so fucking predictable Rachel." With that I storm out. I'm not actually mad, I would have appreciated a free meal, but I've gotta find Buffy to explain stuff.

Rachel is probably still frozen in place so I give myself at least fifteen minutes before she realizes I'm gone and comes to find me. I'm hoping she'll bring lunch with her though. Or I could just settle for eating her...

Now, where would Buffy be?

She's not in the cafeteria, not in the quad, not at her locker and I can't find Cordy so I can't ask her. Not that she'd answer me. One last place left to look. The library.