"Okay, randy, I know you hate this and same with you Miss Summers--"

"Buffy." She corrected. He looked taken back from the name. "Or, you could call me Elizabeth."

"Elizabeth it is then." Mr. Giles said. "you two will be in the back room, shelving things."

"Oh no way in hell!" Randy exclaimed covering his head. "Not the back room thing because I could take her and well…" He trailed off based on his father's glance. "Anyways, there are books back there and…"

"yeah, that's usually where books are…in a library." Buffy said smartly.

"That's it blondie! I'm gonna teach you some respect for me!"

"you wouldn't dare hit a lady?"

"You hit me first."

"ENOUGH!" Giles said removing his glasses and cleaning them. "Get in the back room and start re-shelving those books."

They marched back there, taking the opposite ends. Giles left the library leaving the pair alone. Buffy set to shelving the non-fiction books while Randy pulled out a lighter and started smoking. God, that cigarette looked tempting. She hadn't had one in a few days and it was starting to get to her. She looked at him and then went back to concentrating on the books. If she couldn't think about it then she wouldn't want it.

"so what do you want?"

"What?"

"You keep staring at me. You've got to want something."

"Umm…I…what's it to you?"

"Just wondering. If you're looking for a fag, I've got one left but I don't think that you're the type to step out of line."

"then you don't know me that much."

"Ooh, bad girl at heart. That kind of thing's a turn on. What did or should I say who did you do?" She blushed out of anger and threw the book in the box whirling around to face him.

"First of all, I didn't do anybody. Second of all, how dare you make false assumptions about me. You have no idea about my life and even if you did, I doubt you would care!" Tears stung her eyes but she blinked them away.

"I see I struck a nerve. I like my women brassed off." He smirked.

"Shut up."

"Oh, genius come back." He mocked. Her tears stung more

"What the hell did I do to you? Do you find this funny, you have no idea what happened or anything. So why don't you shut the hell up and leave me alone?!" She said bitterly trying to fight back her tears. It was no use though

"Buffy, luv, I didn't mean to make you cry." He walked towards her and she backed up. Buffy's back hit the wall and randy didn't have her pinned there…he knew if she wanted she could leave. "What happened?"

"nothing that you need to know." He was stressing her out and she needed a cigarette now! "I need a cigarette."

"I'll make you a deal, I give you my last fag, you start answering twenty questions, I ask you every day."

"WHAT?!"

"I want to know you."

"So you want me to trade cigarettes for personal information."

"Well it wasn't gonna be personal. I'm not that kind of guy." He feigned innocence."

"Alright. Fine." He handed her the cigarette and she lit it, taking a drag.

"first question: What are you hiding from?"

"I'm not hiding from anything really."

"You're lying."

"You never said I had to answer it honestly." Buffy said innocently. Randy made to grab at the cigarette but she dodged it and flipped him over on his back, slamming her foot down. "Don't try to take my cig." She stated. Randy smirked, grabbed her leg and pulled it out, having her land on top of him. "What the hell?"

"You're not the only one who has fancy martial arts moves."

"what?"

"Oh come on, just look at your body…there isn't a soft muscle there."

"What?" This was disgusting.

"Buffy," He ran his hand down her arms and stopped at the back of her legs. "You have more muscle than any chick and you just took me down, which is impossible." He squeezed the back and she winced. "Sore?"

"yeah."

"You haven't done that in a while, I take it."

"Nope. Let go please."

"huh?" He was getting comfortable with her on top of him. "Oh, yeah right. Sorry." Randy reluctantly removed his hands.

She stood up and hurried out of the library.

"Don't forget you have 39 questions tomorrow!" He called after her.

"Oh, Joy." Buffy muttered.

Randy stared after her. He could feel her desire to be with him…okay maybe it wasn't desire but he imagined it was. Besides that, he got what he wanted from her even though she didn't know it. In his hands he held a tiny little black spiral notebook.

AN: Another chapter done. Buffy's not gonna be too happy about this but well, anger is one of the main emotions in this. R&R please

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