"God, can you believe that loser? They should ban his kind. Or at least give him a restraining order or something." Cordelia huffed.

Buffy sighed.

"Yes, Cordelia. You're absolutely right, Cordelia. But the whole 'Loser freaks with skateboards should burn in hell or just never leave their loser basement'-thing? Sooo last period. So can we please drop it?" She asked pleadingly.

The irate brunette cheerleader seemed to think about it but finally gave in.

"Fine. What is it with you and the whole... being nice thing anyway? Aren't you over that phase yet?" Cordelia teased.

Buffy giggled and shook her head in mock desperation.

"The doctors say it's permanent..." She sighed.

"What's permanent?"

The two girls looked around to find a handsome young man looking worried. He was tall, broad-sholdered and therefore not surprisingly, the school quarterback. He had short brown hair, and dark eyes. The boy was quite handsome and many a girl would swoon as he passed by.

Buffy leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek but was surprised to find him stepping back and holding his hands up protectively.

"Woah there, baby. What's permanent? You're sick? What's going on?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and shot Cordelia a look. The brunette cheerleader got the hint.

"Angel, the only disease Buffy currently has, is an annoyingly insensitive boyfriend whose intelligence and sense of humor are as of now under critical re-evaluation."

A blank look hit the quarterback.

"Huh?"

Buffy and Cordelia sighed.

"God, Angel. There is nothing wrong with me. I was just joking around with Cordy. But thanks for letting me know you'd be there for me if I was sick." She snapped.

The boy quickly recovered from his apparent mistake and a well-practiced look of regret came over his features. He stepped closer to his girlfriend and gently wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Buffy..." He quietly said, with a pleading note. "I was just kidding, baby. You know that. I love you."

He leaned in for a kiss but was abruptly pushed away by the annoyed blonde.

"What I know... 'baby', is that I have a class to get to. I'm pretty sure you have one too so...run along now." She waved her hand dismissively. "You can continue groveling at my feet during lunch."

Angel batted his eyelashes and gave her his best puppy eyed look. Cordelia, having a soft spot for good looking boys, whimpered a little. Buffy tried to hold her uninterested gaze but couldn't help but smile.

"Fine!" She smiled and gave Angel a quick kiss on his cheek.

He contentedly beamed at her and then jogged off to catch his own class. Cordelia couldn't help but watch him leave and sighed.

"Damn that boy is fine." She uttered.

Buffy swatted her arm playfully.

"Maybe you and Steve would make an excellent couple."

Just as Cordelia was about to express just how offended she was by the comment, her attention was drawn to a certain clumsy skateboarder.

"He is such a stalker!" She mumbled. Buffy cocked an eyebrow.

"Steve?"

"No." Cordelia nodded haughtily behind Buffy.

Buffy turned around to catch Xander quickly look away and blush. Beside him were two other girls. She recognized one of them as Willow Rosenberg, the president of the Chess Club. By the way Xander and Willow were blushing and intently staring at their feet, she knew that the trio were talking about her. Buffy was surprised however as she settled her eyes on the other girl.

The girl was exceptionally goodlooking. But it was the fact that the unknown brunette was staring right back at her that surprised Buffy the most. The girl unabashedly looked Buffy up and down, an amused grin on her naturally seductive face. After the inital shock, Buffy grew annoyed. What a nerve! she thought. Hello! I just caught you talking about me! Look away and be embarassed!

But the girl didn't. Instead, she said something to her two companions. Buffy grew even more annoyed as Willow covered her mouth and apparently chocked on her laughter and Xander coughed to hide his. The annoying brunette simply chuckled, her eyes still on Buffy, and then walked away. Not even sparing her a last glance. Willow and Xander quickly scuttered after her.

"Alright. What the hell just happened there?" Cordelia exclaimed.

Buffy couldn't answer the question, she had too much difficulty holding in her anger. She felt like screaming and perhaps throwing random objects at the cocky brunette. Did the world just totally go Twilight Zone on her? Did she miss something? No offense to Willow and Xander, but since when do goodlooking people hang out with them? Confident goodlooking people even. Confident to the point of arrogant. Arrogant to the point of annoying. Very very annoying. Since when do people not like Buffy? Alright, she wasn't that full of herself. But since when did people openly not like Buffy? Since when do people openly mock her, knowing full well that she knew that they were talking about her? She turned to Cordelia, ready to verbally bash the annoyingly arrogant defiant goodlooking brunette girl.

"Did you see that?" Cordelia asked disbelievingly.

Buffy nodded angrily.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Cordelia continued. "When will he get that I am just totally out of his league!"