"So that's the difference between homogeneous and heterogeneous mixtures." Willow concluded gazing around the class who looked bored half to death. "Questions, comments?"

"Yeah I got one." Randy drawled. "When is this boring-ass lesson over with?" Buffy looked over at randy shocked by the way he was treating the petite red-head and decided to take action. She grabbed the text book on her desk and slammed him over the head with it. Unfortunately just then principal Snyder walked in and watched the whole display. "Oww…bloody hell woman! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!" Randy screamed at the top of his lungs

"That's what I'd like to know missy." Principal Snyder said as the bell rang.

"He wasn't showing her any respect. She's our age and he's being a stuck-up, snotty, chauvinistic prick. He had to learn and with this guy you have to take action or he's not going to listen. That is if he's smart enough to comprehend what you're saying."

"That's enough miss summers. My office. Now." Principal Snyder pointed towards his office and she grabbed her bag, stalking towards it. "Randy, you follow her and wait in my office."

"Whatever." He said grabbing his bag and striding out of the room.

Buffy threw herself on the ground and huffed angrily. "I swear I'm going to kill that randy Giles, I already got into trouble at my last school and got kicked out…I don't need t his."

"Well I don't need a need a bitchy little know-it-all in my life but I still got you." Randy said striding in and sitting in the seat next to her.

"Go away." She commanded.

"Sorry luv, can't. I was sent here by Snyder."

"great." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. They sat in an uncomfortable science until Snyder came into the room, sitting at his desk facing them.

"Miss Summers, Mr. Giles. This has to stop."

"What has to stop sir?" Buffy asked confused. This was the first day, she didn't do anything

"This fighting. You guys just started and it has to stop. I will not tolerate fighting."

"I was not fighting with him." Buffy protested.

"Yeah, bloody right." Spike said. "You hit me on the bloody head, I think I feel a bruise." He said reaching up to the top of his head and feeling around.

"FYI, you can't feel a bruise…or at least I don't, and also, who's the one who threw a book at me?" She inquired.

"You caught it though. Bloody hell woman!"

"Can you stop with the 'bloody hell'?

"Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell."

"Oh, that's mature."

"ENOUGH!" Snyder snapped. "You two are sentenced to detention! Report to Mr. Giles at the end of the day." He flicked his gaze between the two of them. "Are we understood?"

"Yes sir." Buffy said standing up and leaving the principal's office. Randy stared after the petite blonde with one thought 'yep, she wants me."