"Buffy

"Buffy! What the fuck took you so long? God you look good. You look better than me; I need to redo my hair now. Oh my god, where did you get that skirt?"

"Only you Faith could have a summer party on the coldest day of summer." I ignored her other comments because that's how Faith always is, and if I had tried to answer any of her questions she would have cut me off.

"I guess so; you have goose bumps all up and down your arms, get inside. Hey you brother's coming right? If Wesley comes, that means other juniors are coming. So he is coming right?" I nodded in response; knowing she wasn't paying attention any way. We were walking up stairs to her room, were she was probably going to change her outfit three more times before she decided on one, which will most likely be what ever one she was wearing when the party people arrive. I looked around the house as she kept going on about this or that. I had to say she was great at getting a house ready for a party, all the breakables had been wrapped and put in boxes which were stacked in her room and the guest room, I told her this was probably a bad idea since rooms are normally snuck into for things other than partying but she said she was putting a baby gate up to keep people from going upstairs, like that would stop them. She set chips out and vodka, tequila and anything else she could score from her parent's liquor cabinet that they never checked.

"Buffy? Buffy?! Pay attention, I'm trying to figure out what looks better the red stripes or yellow polka-dots, and what skirt should I wear with them?" She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to answer the question, which to her was the most important question ever.

"Go with the red stripes, if you wear polka-dots we'll be matching, which would make us look ten, plus you don't look good in yellow. With the red stripes you should wear your black mini skirt. Does that answer all of your questions?" She shot me a look after my sarcastic comment.

"All I'm saying is that as the hosts of this party we half to look the best," she paused to look me up and down, "and you already look so fantastic with your straight blonde hair and… oh my god are those shoes juicy?!"

"Uhm, yeah I think so. Gwen told me she won them in a card game at her sorority. She didn't really like them so she said she didn't care if they got ruined." Faith continued to freak out about the way she looked and how I was crazy if I thought I was going to ruin those shoes.

5 minutes later. "Buffy what time is it? 9:00?! Oh my god the party is starting any minute now. Will my best friend everrrr go down stairs, turn music on and answer the door if it rings? I'll be down in a little I just have to fix my make-up." So I did what I was told. A few minutes after I turned the music on the door bell rang. The first to arrive where of course some sophomores and a couple of my other best friends, Willow and Xander.

By 10 a clock there were some juniors, including my brother and his friends, which meant more juniors were going to come because my brother is pretty popular with the junior girls. Luckily my brother's friends brought a keg because we had long ago run out of the six-pack which we naively thought would be enough. By 11 a clock, however the seniors came. In groups one right after another, a majority of them brought beers so were pretty stocked after they arrived. One of the seniors carrying a huge pack of beer walked over to the stereo, Faith's dad's pride and joy, and cranked it up so the bass made the entire house shake and fool me into thinking my cell was vibrating every 5 minutes.

The music now filled the house, there wasn't one corner you could stand and not hear it. Even outside by the pool, where kids now started to swim, you could hear the words clearly. Faith was so overwhelmed or nervous or I don't know what she was but she soon started to drink any alcohol she could find. Since Faith was otherwise engaged with the boy she was snogging in the corner, and OMG! Is that Xander? I am so gonna never let her forget that. I assumed her role as party host or the person who made sure the house wasn't put into irreparable damage. This means I walked around with one or two beers in my hand, plus the bottle opener, and said hi to people while offering them beverages and grabbing anything breakable that we forgot to put away.

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Faith's house was outside the neighborhood I lived in. It was a house that was in her family for ages, way before they started to develop my neighborhood. It was a huge mansion like house in the woods behind the last row of houses. The whole area had once belonged to Faith's family, but one of her relatives got into bad trouble, owed a lot of money to some bad people, so her family sold the land they didn't need but kept a long stretch of it so they weren't part of the new development surrounding them.

This is what made Faith's house the perfect party house. It wasn't miles from civilization, in walking distance of my house, but it was huge and had acres of woods surrounding it so the loud noise of our music wouldn't carry. Even if it had, no one would have bothered to call the cops because it was far enough away from them so as not to bother them.

Faith's house, old as it was, as filled with tons of family heirlooms, a majority of them breakable. So as I made my hostess rounds I made note of everything that could cause Faith to be grounded for the rest of sophomore year and grabbed them to put under the sink in the kitchen or bathroom. I was about to turn around to yell at some junior, who probably knows my brother and was only doing so because of that, who slapped my ass as I walked by, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a valuable looking object about to crash to the floor. So I ignored the junior, and made a dive for a crystal vase, which I caught an inch above the floor. People drunkenly clapped and whooped at my superwoman abilities, but all I did, before turning to put this vase under the kitchen sink, was give the guy who touched my butt a nasty look.

I walked into the kitchen which was mostly deserted besides some guy I didn't know rifling through a drawer. I asked him what he was looking for, he jumped back with surprise, looked at me for a second and then said he needed a bottle opener, and held up the beer in his hand as if to prove it. I had one on me, so I walked over and opened it for him.

"I haven't seen you around before, are you new here?" I asked him while noticing that he was cute in that boyish kind of way. He had dirty blondish hair that was longer than most guys wear their hair here, unless they're surfers. that and was medium hieght and and had a veryyy nice body. He looked kind of like a cute country boy which is so different from all the California types 'round here in Sunny-D. He had a mischevious smile plastered on his face and it was charming in a way I couldn't describe.

"Yeah, my family moved here the first week of July, I heard this kid talking about the party and thought I'd check it out. I'm Lindsay by the way." He said in this texas style accent. So I was right about him being a country boy. I opened my mouth to tell him my name but was startled by my brother coming up behind me and picking me up by the waist. I elbowed Wes in the gut and was about to turn around to talk to Lindsay again but he had disappeared. So instead I turned around to talk to my brother who was with a group of his junior friends and some seniors.

"You scared the shit out of me Wes, not to mention I was in the middle of a conversation so it was only a little bit rude." I gave him my 'crawl into a hole and die' glare for emphasis.

"Ah, but baby sister it is my job to protect you from any shady characters, and that guy looked shady." He replied in a fake British accent he insisted on using sometimes even though he only lived there for a year before I was born.

"God you're such a jerk, that guy was new here and didn't know anyone; I was trying to be nice. It's not like every guy I talk to I want to make out with." He ignored this, but his friends snickered at my mention of making out; his friend Parker, I have no idea how he can stand the guy, in an effort to join our conversation grabbed my hand.

"My fair Buffy, my how you've grown." Parker then kissed my hand. I pulled away disgusted.

"Oh Parker, hun, in all the year's I've known you, I didn't think it was possible for you to become any more of a slimy ass." This was greeted by a chuckle from the crowd. I took the moment to look at some of the other people standing around us. Wes' best friends Doyle and Owen. Wesley's little girlfriend Fred was also there. Finally looked up and noticed the seniors standing with them. Three of them were guys that looked oddly familiar and some girl named Darla who was looking at me with disdain and looked like she had a poll shoved up her ass.

"And these guys are Angelus, Spike and Gunn. Guy's this is my sister Drea, this is her friend's party, she's a sophomore." He smiled this grand, proud smile because I was involved in the putting together of this shindig. When I was turning to walk away I Angelus caught my eye and winked at me. I thought that was incredibly odd because Angelus was way out of my league. I may have never actually seen them until now, but I knew their names, everyone here has they are "the" people, the guys every girl has wet dreams about and every guy tries to emulate. I was trying to ignore the little flutter that went through my stomach at Angelus' actions and forget it altogether when I heard a crash from the living room and moved quicker. When I was out of earshot, or what they thought was earshot, I heard Parker turn to my brother and ask him when I got "so damn hot." I glanced back and saw my brother smack him in the back of the head, but I also got a better look at Angelus and Spike and realized that I had seen them earlier that night. Driving in an SUV that I had gotten quite familiar with earlier that night.

I started searching for Faith, who like always was never where she was supposed to be. I ignored the guys who whistled as I walked by them, and the girl who asked me where the bathroom was and walked out side to the pool. Of course my best friend had to be slightly tipsy in a pool surrounded by a bunch of older guys, making a complete fool of herself. She did, however, look like she was enjoying herself so I decided to just leave her alone. I could tell her how I made myself look like a crazy slut in front of the sexiest guys in school.

I started to just wander around the house. I said hi to the occasional few and stopped to talk to some of my other friends Willow and Cordy. We talked about the cute boys that were around, which ones were datable and which ones weren't. Cordy looked distracted and was looking over my shoulder at something. I glanced behind me but it was only my brother and the same people he was talking to earlier, but now he was surrounded but a bunch of girls swooning over Angelus, Spike and Gunn. She kept looking at them though the whole time we were talking.

"Cordy why the hell do you keep staring at Wes?" I finally asked her.

"Well it's just that I didn't realize he was friends with Angelus and Spike." She said I looked over at Willow and she was now also looking at them quizzically.

"So? Why is it such a big deal, he can hang out with whoever he wants." I was confused and slightly annoyed by the fact they would rather stare at my brother than continue the conversation we were having.

"Well Buffy, it's just that they aren't just seniors. They're THE seniors." Willow chimed in.

"They're at all the parties. They get all the girls, are stars on the Lacrosse team, but they aren't dumb Jocks either, they get good grades too. They're basically the guys your sister would have gone for. Perfect in everyway and the "it" crowd. Wes hanging out with them means that is might as well be the king of the junior class because he is in." Cordy explained in full detail.

"Well I'm not stupid, I have eyes. I just don't understand why they're so cool every other guy at our school is the same way; my brother introduced me to them earlier. It wasn't like I melted at the sight of them or anything." I knew they were "it" I was just really confused as to why these two guys are more special than any other guy. Besides the fact that they were movie star gorgeous. Willow started chattering on about why they where this and that and I laughed at her and then excused myself to use the restroom. Which I didn't really need to use, the conversation about how cool those guys were, was getting boring fast.

Not only were they the coolest guys in all of our high school, but I probably flashed them too. I also danced, sang and applied my new kiss-me-kiwi lip gloss in the window of their car. Plus they knew it was me. That's why Angelus winked at me. He was the one driving. Why is it that you always chose the worst possible moments to make a fool of yourself? You can't just do it in private when no one else is around; you have to do it in front of the worst possible people ever. No, it had to be the gorgeous guys, with movie star good looks, that were hanging out at your party with your older brother. I was screwed.

I was sitting on the couch next to a couple of seniors making out and a sophomore girl named Nina that I've known since kindergarten. We didn't talk or anything, we weren't really friends, just acquaintances that didn't really mind each other. After a few minutes of awkward silence I got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. It was empty and quite I went and sat on counter next to the fridge were I couldn't really be seen unless you walk straight across the kitchen. Then someone walked in and opened the refrigerator door. I think I scared them, sitting there, because when they glanced up and saw me they jumped back and knocked there elbow on the counter.

"Serves you right for trying to eat food out of someone else's refrigerator." I told Lindsay. I hate it when you're at a party and people start eating out of the houses' fridge. It's not like you're there for dinner, you're only supposed to eat the food that's set out for you.

"I didn't think anyone was in here."

"Obviously, otherwise you wouldn't be sneaking the food out of the fridge. I'm Buffy by the way; you disappeared before I could introduce my self."

"Oh yeah, I thought you wanted to be alone with your boyfriend, so I went into the dining room to play cards."

"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend… Oh you mean the guy that came over and picked me up? Ew, gross! That was my brother." I was severely disgusted by the fact that someone could think my brother was my boyfriend. The two should never mix, that would be incest.

"Oh I just assumed. Yeah, well, like I told you I'm new here I didn't really know who anyone was. So this is your party huh?" Lindsay said.

"Yeah, but it's not my house. The house belongs to my friend Faith, last I saw her she was out by the pool. I think she was nervous about throwing it at her house, so she drank a lot and is now kind of out of it. That's why I'm taking care of everything. You'd know her if u saw her, brunette, beautiful and loud." I picked up a can of beer that was on the counter next to me, opened it and took a sip. He smiled, looked kind of distracted, and walked away. I don't know why it bothered me so much that he just kind of left me sitting there but I felt rejected in a way. Like I was to boring for words. I drank some more of the beer. Than more and a little more until all that was left were the dead soldiers at the bottom of the can. Than I picked up another can and repeated the process.

I think I had 4 before I got bored of sitting in the kitchen and hopped down of the counter. I wobbled a little when I landed on the floor and had to hold on to the edge of the counter to keep my self upright. I stood there for a minute waiting for the dizzy feeling to stop. I then prepared to launch my self from the counter and move into the living room. It didn't quite work as planned; I ended up spinning back in the same place. I tried it again, this time I launched myself into someone else and fell on my ass. I broke out into uncontrollable laughter. I don't know I thought it was so funny, but I couldn't stop laughing.

"Whoa, are you okay?" Someone behind me asked; which made me laugh harder. Whoever it was grabbed me by the elbows and helped me off the floor. By this pointing had laughed myself to tears. "Well, I think you had enough to drink." Who ever it was now holding me upright.

"What? No. I really don't think I've had enough. Only four… plus the one I had earlier, but that one doesn't count I didn't drank that one 2 hours ago… I think. What time is it?? Who are you to tell me how much I can or cannot drink?" I turned around at this point to see who was trying to control my alcohol intake but instead I lost my balance and almost fell again, but the guy standing behind me caught me before my ass was damaged further.

"Hey there pretty lady, why don't we take it easy and get you a glass of water." Angelus lifted me up onto the counter and made sure I wasn't going to fall over, and then started searching a glass to put water in. I was swaying back and forth to the thump of the music emanating from the living room. I like the way the Alcohol made me feel, like nothing, I wasn't anything I was just there. I started swaying a little faster and was way off the beat when I hit my head really hard against the cupboard behind me.

"Rough night?" Angelus said handing me the glass of water. I became extremely interested in drinking as much water as fast as I could when I realized that Angelus was watching me with fascination.. or was it annoyance. "Whoa slow down, you don't want to drown yourself."

"How would you know?" I replied, only god knows why I said that. I am not emo, or goth, or suicidal. I'd never even thought anything less than optimistic, I was Miss optimism. But it bothered me that he just assumed things about me; which is really stupid because any sane person would assume you don't want to kill yourself.

"Know what?"

"Know that I don't want to drown myself." He didn't say anything back; he just stood there looking at me. I went back to drinking the water, slower this time. I set the glass down beside me, but stayed on the counter. He leaned back against the counter and took a swig of his beer. "Hypocrite." I thought I'd said this under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing." There was silence again, except for the music in the other room. I started taping my foot against the cabinet to the beat of music. Angelus joined in by drumming his fingers against the counter. I started humming to myself and swaying again.

"You like dancing don't you?"

It was my turn. "Excuse me?"

"Oh nothing I just noticed, that you like dancing."

"When have you ever seen me dance?" I tried to make this question sound nonchalant. Like "oh you've seen me dance how nice for you." But it came out more squeaky, like "you've seen me dance, what, ohmygod, my life is over."

"I saw you dancing on the way here." He said it as if it was nothing, but my face went hot and I felt a huge blush overcome my face. He smiled this crooked smile as he saw this and I blushed harder.

"Oh, uhm, yeah." I thought about denying it or just walking away, but I couldn't think of anything to say and if I tried to leave I'd probably fall over and he'd have to help me up again. He smiled at me again as I fumbled for something amazing to say, to make up for my lameness earlier that night. "Obviously I didn't realize anyone was in that car. I mean who sits in cars for 10 minutes without turning the car on and going somewhere?"

"Well apparently I do."

"Apparently."

"You're a touchy girl."

"What? I never touched you. You were the one that picked me up and put me on this counter, if anyone in this kitchen is 'touchy' then it's you. You're also quite controlling." He laughed at this and gave me a huge grin that made my insides melt. I was confused as hell because I think I insulted him, or tried to, and he thought it was hilarious.

"I didn't mean 'touchy' in that way. And what makes me controlling."

He was still showing me all his teeth as I struggled for words. "Well, uhm, you don't even know me yet your telling me how much beer I can drink, that I need water, that I don't want to drown myself, that I like to dance and that I'm touchy; which doesn't make you so much controlling as infuriating." This was greeted with another chuckle.

"You're not really a people person are you?"

"See there you go again!" I tried to lean over and glare at him but I lurched to far forward and fall head first into the tile, but Angelus grabbed me shoulders and stood in front of me so I wouldn't crack my head open. "Not to mention you keep making it so I can't fall over."

"You want to fall over?" He asked me steal standing in from of me but his hands moved from my shoulders to the counter space on either side of me.

"No, but if I did, you'd make it pretty damn impossible." I said and tried to relay that this was an annoying quality. He smiled a slow, mischievous smile and leaned in so are noses were almost touching.

"Wouldn't want such a pretty face to get hurt, now would we?" As he said this, I was looking straight into his Chocolate brown eyes, which was my favorite candy but the way. He stayed so close to my face that I was sure he was going to kiss me, I was aching for him to kiss me. My skin was itching in anticipation and I was getting butterflies in my stomach. Then he backed away from me. I heard someone in the other room calling for Angelus and he turned and walked out of the room. I sat there for a few moments longer then hopped down off the counter and went to join the rest of the party.

It had died down quite a bit. I think the music was louder though. Everyone was smashed, either lying in various areas on the floor or the couches, or standing and swaying talking to other people who were standing and swaying. People were making out everywhere, on the stairs, the couches, the floor, against the walls, it must have been mating season. Someone yelled my name as I walked into the room so I went over and visited with my fellow classmates.

I really just stood there and nodded here and there. I was distracted. Across the room Angelus was talking to Spike, my brother and the rest of their little group. He made a joke and all the girls around him laughed these really fake laughs. I had never really looked at him before. I mean he was one of the hottest boys in our high school, but he was upper classman and we were just freshman. We only just glanced over our shoulders as he walked by or glanced up and down really fast as we passed his locker, we had to sneak looks than giggle idiotically and make up lies about how he looked at us we looked at him. It was stupid immature girl stuff.

I had never noticed, however, that his eyes happened to be the same as my favorite candy. He could have been a male model in another life, he had these gorgeous check bones, perfect lips and almost black brown hair that was cut in that was gelled in spiked into this messy 'I just got out of bed look' which made me wonder what he looked like when he first wakes up in the morning, bad Buffy. He was pretty tall too, quite a few inches taller than Spike, which I don't know how tall Spike is but well Angelus is tall. He had the most amazing body, or so I could imagine from the white wife beater he wore which showed off his abs and the black leather pants that clung to his tight ass and muscular thighs. His smile is as perfect and mind blowing as Chris Lowell's, who's on my favorite show Veronica Mars.

I don't know how long I was staring at him. It was only until Willow got bored with the conversation, noticed me staring at something, realized what I was staring at and then nudged me so violently I had to struggle to stay up right. When I gave her the meanest look I think I've ever given anyone she just smiled innocently. "You were drooling all over yourself. If it was me, I would hope you'd do the same." Was her excuse.