And w/out further ado, here is my new chappie.

"speaking"

thinking

Faith's P.O.V.

Geez, B, why don't you get that stick outta your ass? It might do a little good. I stormed down the hall. I don't even know why I am so angry with Buffy Summers, but…She acts so condescending, like she is soooo much better than me. Why is she doing peer counseling? It's like Southie all over again…I wish—I thought as I then ran into someone and I stumbled and fell to the floor.

I cursed and struggled to pick myself up. That fall had hurt like a bitch. Stupid idiot could have at least stopped to help.

"Well, well, well Lehane."

My eyes grew wide. Oh, fuck. I know that voice. That's—

"William, hello. How are you this fine day?" I smirked, knowing that name pissed him off like nothing else.

I was still looking at the floor. He's probably looking angry, rolling his eyes, acting all macho, pretending to be Mr. Hot Stuff. I looked up at him, putting on as much attitude as I could muster.

"Fine, Faith," he said, still looking amused, but his eyes looked angry that I had run into him. He wouldn't be able to get too mad at me though. His friend Angel had him on a tight leash, and luckily, I was a friend of Angel's. Well…friendly acquaintance, maybe.

I smiled innocently at him. "What do you want, Spike?" I asked, putting as much emphasis on his "name" (Name, yeah right. For a dog, maybe) as he had with mine.

Ugh. I hate him. If Angel wanted to talk to me, he could have come himself. Or maybe Angel didn't send him. I don't think Spike listens to Angel anyways. Thoughts were speeding through my head as I folded my arms.

"Relax, Faith. Peaches didn't send me," Gee, mind reader much? "And I don't even know why that thought would cross your mind." He frowned, his eyes narrowing. "If it did," he added.

He thought for a second and then added, "You were the one who ran into me, anyways. Where are you coming from in such a rush? Who stuck a stick up that nice little butt of yours?" He smiled, cocking his head to the side and looking me up and down. He was such a pervert, like most guys at that school.

I really need to control my anger better, if William "Spike" Thomas can read my emotions like that. "Peer counseling," I all but snarled. "With Buffy Summers."

Spike stiffened, his back straighter. I noticed and smirked. "What? Know her?" It was too good. I could completely tell that something was up with him. Maybe they dated?

"Who doesn't know Queen B?" he sighed. "She used to date Angel."

B and…Angel? Wow, never heard about that one… Spike and I began to walk down the hall, talking about Buffy and Angel.

"Yah, Peaches used to date her. They were really into each other, too. But then…" he trailed off without finishing. I knew what he was going to say.

"Darla." I finished for him. He nodded. "She and Dru told him that Buffy would just break his heart. Bloody ponce believed them. He broke her heart." He jammed his hands into his black leather duster, continuing to walk forward sullenly, and that's when I began to suspect something.

Nah…couldn't happen…he's totally loyal to Drusilla…"Spike?" I said slowly. "Did you like her?" I smiled, thinking I was catching on to something. He ignored me, which made me almost positive I was right.

Oh my God. Spike and B. That's just gross. "No offense, but you and Buffy dating would be like…Willow Rosenberg turning gay. Completely out of the question." I licked my lips and rubbed the back of my head. "Especially with her boyfriend hanging around."

Spike had a confused look on his face. "Buffy has a boyfriend?"

I prayed to God for patience, and it didn't work. I decided to just hit Spike on the arm instead. "Not Buffy, dumbass. Willow!"

"Oh, right. I dunno 'bout Red, though, she could be playing for the other team…" I looked up, startled and relaxed when I saw the amused spark in his eyes.

"Geez, you made me think my analogy was out the window," I complained. "I would have had to come up with a new one!"

"Awwww. Poor Faithie," spoke a new voice. Whipping around, I came face to face with—

"Cordy," Spike said right back. "So nice to see you. Or, actually, not."

Cordelia Chase didn't grimace a bit. "The feelings mutual," she smiled and then looked at me. "A freak and a loser. Awww. You guys would make a great couple," she said with fake saccharin sweetness.

"Uh huh," grunted Spike, looking bored. "That would be great. If I didn't have a girlfriend."

Cordelia practically pranced by us and then stopped, turning around. "Oh, right, I forgot. You and psycho-girl."

Spike growled. I put a hand on his arm to calm him down. His arm was rock-hard. Boy, that guy had muscles. "Let it go," I advised. "At least you have a girlfriend. Cordy here can't stay with a guy for more than a week.

Cordy's smiling face then turned into a slight scowl. "Whatever."

We all walked in silence until we got out of the school. I spotted Angel and Fred talking on the grass. Fred was really smart, but kind of annoying, in my opinion. Also, she smoked so much pot, it was like she had a death wish.

Cordy scoffed. "Loserpalooza. I'm gone." She went the opposite direction.

"I dunno why Angel's even friends with her," complained Spike about Fred. I hit him. He glared at me, rubbing his arm.

"She's nice." I defended Fred because she was nice to me, even if she was a complete pothead and a real nerd. However, I've done my share of junk. I probably shouldn't be judging, should I? I quit though. I had enough crap to deal with already.

Spike growled and followed Cordelia, so I approached Fred and Angel alone. I got there in time to hear Angel finish up his complaining session.

"…so he keeps trying to bust me. Even if I'm not doing anything."

Fred put a hand on his arm. "Hey, he hasn't caught you yet, right?" She was smoking, surprise, surprise, and had a textbook in her other arm.

I sat down next to Angel. "Who hasn't caught you yet?"

"Officer Lockley." He looked disgruntled. Lockley. Lockley. Where have I heard that name?

"Oh, Kate's dad."

"Yup," said Fred. She took a long drag and coughed.

"You know those things are gonna kill you." I told her, patting her on the back. She looked at me. "But…you got any pot?"

I sighed. "She's hopeless," I told Angel. He nodded. "You must have a death wish," I concluded.

"You must too, if you're staying out after five when you're grounded," commented Angel. I looked at my watch. 4:52.

"Damn! I'm grounded!" I wailed. "I forgot! I gotta get home!" I got up and started sprinting, leaving Fred and Angel sitting serenely on the grass behind the school.

-end-

Well, that's all.

-Frostybyte