Chapter 2
The petite blond watched as the skanky girl nibbled at Angel’s neck while he closed his eyes in a clear sign of pleasure. Slowly, Buffy recognized her; it was the odd vapid ho that hung out with that idiot, Spike and the Goth crowd in school – Dru. As the seconds melted away, the pain gave way to anger and rage.
In a flash, Buffy was up and crossing the dance floor. With all the strength she could muster she gripped Dru by her scrawny shoulder and threw her across the floor.
“What? Buffy? Wha-what are you doing here?” Angel stuttered like an idiot.
“That’s my line!” Buffy growled. “You were supposed to be sick, remember? In bed, with a fever. Not here, groping this trashy ho while she’s sucking on your neck.”
“Hey!” Dru objected. Before she could say anything else, Buffy’s small hands were on her throat.
The two fell to the ground in a violent catfight.
“Buffy!” Willow called out. “Xander, do something?”
“What…? Huh?” The young man snapped out of his daze as his brain overrode the ‘Girl fight, cool.’ sequence of his programming and entered the ‘Buffy’s in a fight, gotta help’ mode.
Grabbing Buffy by her waist, Xander pulled her off a very bashed Dru who could barely sit up.
“Let go of me!” Buffy yelled off the top of her lungs as she wildly kicked the air and her nails dug into Xander’s hand. “I’m gonna kill you!” She continued to bellow.
“Calm down Buffy, this isn’t the way!” Xander tried to explain, but the petite blonde would have none of it.
The rage cursed through her veins, her eyes flashed brightly with fury.
“You’re insane!” Dru screamed as she finally managed to stand up with Angel’s help.
“Get your hands away from-“
“From who? From him?” Dru asked, the arrogance building up in her sharp English accent as she pointed toward the tall quarterback. “He hasn’t been yours for a long time now, sweetie. Do you really think that he would be satisfied with a puny little thing like you. Please. He’s been coming to me, to *my* bed, for months now. Guess you were… how did you put it, Angel? Hum… Frigid!” She hissed. “Did you really think that he’d stay with you? The star quarterback with some insignificant loser. Ha! I had to bite my lip every time I walked by you in school, just so I wouldn’t start laughing at just how incredibly pathetic you are.”
Buffy felt as if the air had just been sucked out of the room and she couldn’t breathe. She opened and closed her mouth repeatedly as she tried to speak, but she couldn’t. All eyes were on her; she could hear the snickering and whispering in the background growing.
“Angel…” she finally managed to whisper.
He simply looked at the floor, never giving her a glance.
“I… I… I have to go.” Buffy breathed as she ran out of the club, tear threading down her cheeks.
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The moment she passed the threshold of the large door she felt the burden of a hundred eyes on her. She felt like she was in one of those cheesy teen movies, walking in slow motion through the halls while everyone turned to gawk at her, a look of pity plastered on all those faces. She felt her stomach turn and her breakfast quickly crawling its way up her oesophagus.
She slammed her hand against her mouth and made a run for the girl’s bathroom. Once there, she entered the nearest available stall and threw herself into it. Dropping limply next to the toilet, she vomited.
“Uh… Gross!” A high pitch voice was heard from the next stall as the fairly recognizable sound of someone regurgitating filled the room.
Buffy breathed heavily, her head still hovering over the toilet as she waited for the next wave of nausea to take over. She stayed there for a few minutes, waiting for everyone to clear out of the restroom. The ringing of the bell sounded and she imagined having to face all those people again.
By now, the few students that hadn’t been at the Bronze to witness her total humiliation had already heard of all the sordid details.
“God… I hate my life.” She exhaled noisily as she banged her head against the door before standing up.
Slowly, she turned the faucet and let the water run for a while before splashing her face with the crystal liquid. She looked up at the mirror to see her pathetic, soaked expression staring back at her. She shook her head and closed her eyes for a second, searching for the courage to leave that bathroom.
“Let the slaughter begin.” She mumbled pushing the door open and walking down the hall.
“Why if it isn’t Miss goody two shoes?”
She felt the pain in her belly increase drastically at the sound of the familiar London accent. Buffy stooped dead in her tracks, but never turned to face him, instead she waited for the black clad figure to circle her and stand in front of her.
“Late for class are we? Now, what would good old mummy think of that, Betty?” The bleached teen mocked with fake concern in his voice.
“It’s Buffy! What do you want, bleach-boy?” she hissed at him.
“Me? Nothing. Just being polite.” He answered with a cocky grin.
“You? Polite? Ha!” she laughed forcibly as she restarted walking.
He followed her.
“So, what are you doing out of class?”
She stopped and turned to face him with a frown.
‘He doesn’t know?’ was the mantra in her mind as the cocky Englishman shoved his marble white hands into the pockets of his trademark black duster.
“Why don’t you ask your skanky excuse for a girlfriend?” She quipped.
“Hey! Don’t ever call Dru that!” Anger flashed in his eyes.
“Why? That’s what you call people who go around stealing other people’s boyfriends.” She held her chin up as she looked into his eyes.
“What are you talking about, you bint?” He hissed back.
“I’m talking about your *girlfriend* and my *boyfriend* having a major make out session in front of everyone at the Bronze on Saturday.” She talked quickly as the images of that evening flashed before her eyes and served to fuel her anger.
Suddenly, his hands were on her arms and she felt her back slam against the lockers. The bleached teen glared at her, teeth clenched tightly, highlighting his sharp cheekbones.
“You better take that back.” He hissed angrily.
She swallowed hard as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat.
“It’s true.” She never lost face, the words coming out washed in despise and rage.
“You’re lying!” he accused her.
“Apparently, you didn’t know your *sweet* girlfriend has been boning *my* boyfriend.” She answered back.
He closed his eyes for a second as he tried to get his nerves under control and stop himself from beating this girl into a pulp.
“You don’t believe me? Go ask your vampire wannabe of a girlfriend.” She gathered her courage, grabbed his hands and forced him to let go of her arm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got classes to go to.”
And with that she whirled around and quickly made her way to her next class.