"and then he had the nerve to insult my poetry and feel me up all in the same day!" Buffy said to faith later that evening. She sat propped up on her roof, one knee up the other hanging from the ledge. Her cigarette dangled from her fingers as though she was going to drop it but she knew she wouldn't.
"Sounds hot B."
"Didn't you just hear anything I said?"
"yeah, and he sounds not your type which should maybe be your type."
"Huh?"
"You tell me. Tell me you didn't just want to jump him and." Faith grunted
"Thanks for the imagery." Buffy winced at Faith's description. "And no. Faith, you really have to come down here and meet everybody that I haven't met…in other words…you're my only friend."
"I'll talk to mom about it. I talked to Connor."
"Oh great."
"He says that his brother's gonna get out of jail this week."
"For raping me?! That was a real criminal offence."
"Yes, but you have to remember, who's the son of the biggest lawyer in LA?"
"of course, money gets you everything. Why am I not surprised?"
"Because he used it to get you to fall for him?"
"well yeah, I mean sure the diamond jewlery was nice and everything but I sold it. Did you know that?"
"Yeah, I remember. It got you money to help your sister start ballet."
"Yep. She's good though, I should support her. I remember when mom had to take up two jobs just to pay for my ice skating."
"Yeah, I remember. But damn B, you were good."
"Yeah, but I took up writing. It suits me better. Speaking of which, I wrote something new, you wanna hear it?"
"You know me. I love your writing."
"Okay, my book is just in my-" Buffy dumped the contents of her book bag out onto the bed. "Its gone."Buffy thought back to the day. The only person who had seen that book was. "I'M GONNA KILL SPIKE!"
"What?"
"He stole my poetry book."
"How're you gonna get it back?"
"I know exactly how I'm going to get it back." She said hanging up the phone and grinning evily.