"Why are you so desperate to know?"
"Because I just do. What's the bugger's name?"
"His name is Liam Angelus." Buffy saw him clench his fists.
"What?"
"That bugger raped my cousin drusilla is all."
"Anyways, I called him Angel. We were great together and he was everything that I wanted. He was sweet and rich and stable and he gave me the greatest gifts."
"Like a diamond necklace in the shape of your first initial?"
"Yeah, and an amethyst ring. Anyways, I could've sworn I loved him. We spent all our time together, hell, he even took me ice skating a few times which he knew was my perfect idea of a date, was being the main word. Anyways I fell hard and fast. He was my everything…I started writing about him and that's when I couldn't write." Buffy paused and brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. She looked up into the smokey blue orbs and continued softly
"You were right you know, we did get physical. I blew him a few times…it was great…I felt like I was connecting but one day when I was working on my song…the one that you quoted, he asked me if we could go somewhere more private. I thought 'make out session'…but that wasn't what he had in mind…he had his way with me. I've never felt so helpless before and I swore after that day, I would never be helpless again so I begged my mom to let me take kick-boxing."
"He has a patern."
"I got him sent to jail if that helps."
"No, what would help is if you told me if you got your revenge."
"I actually did. In the middle of the cafeteria, when I was high and drunk…I walked up to him and punched him in the nose and kneed him in the balls before throwing the ring at him." Buffy smiled slightly. "If you get to ask me questions, I get to ask you questions."
"no, the deal was a question for a fag." Buffy pouted slightly
"Fine."
"Alright, next question."
"I can't wait."
"what's with the secretive emo appearance?"
"Nothing, that's just me."
"No, I can see you before this ordeal with Angel. You were a prep weren't you? Or at least the kind of athletic type."
"yeah, I was but that's the past."
"I understand. I used to be the kind of nerdy type."
"what? You? Get out."
"No, seriously, I used to be the type who would write sonets and everything. I mean I still do but I don't show them off."
Buffy's eye lit up for a second.
"you write?"
"Yeah…and I've been doing it longer than you too."
"I've only been doing it for a few years but I enjoy it."
" I can see that. You've got a good eye for detail and everything and your imagery is good…but your flow."
"I know…not the best."
"yeah…anyways, next question."
"I can't wait to hear this."
"Do I make you hot?"
Buffy rolled her eyes and stood up walking out of the library.
"You can't avoid the question forever Luv!" He called after her while checking out her back. "She's hot, and she's gonna be mine." He thumbed through the back of the book and found a phone number. "Faith Lehane. My first call."