Author's Note: Short one. I'm guessing it'll all come down to the party. So I'm working my way to it.

There are certain rules in highschool. Certain codes of behavior that must be followed for the sake of order. Once in highschool, you are classified under a particular group. You receive a label and are expected to keep the company of others with the same label. Once you are established as a certain type of person, it is virtually impossible to break away. To maybe change your mind, and switch groups. There are exceptions to this rule, but they rarely happen. Plastic surgery is, after all, still a costly affair. So usually, you simply go through your highschool carreer in the company of the same people. You walk with the same people, talk with the same people, and despise all the same people. These are the rules.

Highschool functions under a monarchy. Without the balance and leadership of a king and queen, the very foundation of highschool would collapse and the fiery pits of hell would be unleashed on one and all.

Imagine the shock when the world did not end after Angel Liamson and Buffy Summers, the respective king and queen, broke up. Imagine the shock when chaos did not break out after Xander Harris and Willow Rosenberg were invited to Harmony's party.

One person stayed strangely unaware, or maybe just indifferent to the events.

"Faith!"

"What?" The brunette didn't slow her pace.

"Wait up! I may be a man and theoretically stronger but I'm also a wuss!"

Faith stopped walking and turned around. Xander and Willow jogged towards her.

"What?" She asked again.

"I..." Xander held up one hand, asking for a moment to catch his breath. "We..." He wheezed and gestured for Willow to continue.

"We're not sure about the party tomorrow." The redhead admitted.

"Well what are you not sure about?"

"You know... The fact that everyone from the Chess Club and Band now wants my autograph."

"And this one guy gave me a camcorder so I can catch it on tape." Xander added.

Faith rolled her eyes and resumed her way down the hall.

"So just tell 'em to fuck off or something. Or they could crash the party and tape the damn thing themselves." She shrugged.

She lit a cigarette as soon as they were out the building. Willow scrunched up her nose, her mother instinct automatically triggered by the feisty brunette. Faith, misunderstanding the look of concern as one of disgust, shrugged apologetically.

"Yeah, it's gross." Then she rolled her eyes in her best imitation of drama queen cheerleader. "But it comes with the rep."

The disapproving look on the redhead's face unwillingly changed into one of involuntary amusement. But upon seeing Faith's cheeky smile, dimples and all, she couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Fine. Destroy your lungs. But know that-"

"99 of all smokers will die a horrible horrible death?" Xander interrupted. Willow shook her head in thought.

"Well not ninety-nine...More like ninety-eight."

The zesty brunette bumped her hip against the giggling redhead for teasing her.

"It's always the shy ones..." She muttered. "Look, Red, you gotta come to the party! I'll do stupid shit for sure if you ain't there! I'll get drunk, get lost on my way home, get eaten by radioactive rats..."

Willow almost commented on the radioactive rats but chose against it and stayed silent.

"And you," Faith poked Xander in the chest. "That Angel dude probably won't even be there. And even if he will, there's nothing to be worried about. He's a pussy."

"Hey! " Xander squeaked. "Who's worrying? No one's worrying. Why would I be worried?"

Willow patted his hand with hers and tried to soothe the apparently panicking Xander. Faith chuckled at the duo.

"It'll be ok, Xander. We understand." The shy redhead said.

"Oh, and Xander... A sexy Miss Chase is definitely going to be there, and she'd be real disappointed if you wouldn't show up." Faith winked at him for good measure and then walked away.

"What? What about Cordelia? Did she say something? What did she say? What do you know?" He called after her but the brunette was already gone.

"So..." Willow began. "Wanna go to the Expresso Pump?"

"Expresso Pump? What are you on, woman? There's a party tomorrow! I need to find something to wear!" With that, Xander strode away, mentally going over his entire wardrobe.

There are certain rules in highschool. But rules are made to be broken.