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Sunnydale High
Faith POV
Sunnydale High is bigger than I expected. Better than being back home with Ma, though. I make my way to the front office. An older lady, maybe in her sixties, is sitting at the front desk, reading a newspaper. Those still exist?
I clear my throat before speaking, “Hey. I’m Faith Lehane. The new transfer student from Boston.”
She looks me up and down, probably trying to figure out if I’m a delinquent or not based on my tattered and dark clothes. I smirk and shift slightly to my right so she can see my tattoo. Her look of disapproval speaks volumes. Heh
She grabs a folder from her desk drawer and hands it to me. “You’ll find your class schedule, basketball practice itinerary, and a welcome packet inside. If you have any questions, feel free to stop by.”
Something tells me her deadpan look means otherwise on that last part. I guess she didn’t like my tattoo. I give her my best grin, “Thanks,” and walk away. Before I can get too far, a hand gently taps on my shoulder. I turn around and see a cute redhead standing there.
She smiles shyly before asking, “Are you the ne-new girl?” Her stutter’s kinda cute. I smirk and step closer.
“Yea. I’m Faith.” I extend my hand to her, which she nervously accepts. “And you are?”
She blushes a bit. Poor girl. I don’t think she’s used to such heavy flirting. I ease up a bit and give her some space while she answers. “I’m W-Willow. I’m supposed to g-give you a tour of the school.”
She looks so innocent and eager to help. I know we just met, but if anyone fucks with her, I’ll break their fucking face. I step to the side and gesture towards the school, “Lead the way, Red.”
Willow smiles, “Can I see your schedule?” I nod and hand it to her. She reads over it and smiles, “We have a couple of classes together. C’mon, I’ll show you to English. It’s the first one on the list.” I smile and follow after her.
Second Period - History
I arrive at history class and quickly find a chair all the way in the back. I exhale and get comfortable; glad to be able to sit far from the teacher. I’m not a fan of school in general. I do the work but I hate the interactions between teachers and students.
I grab a pen and start idly playing with it on my desk as more students trickle in. A sweet scent of vanilla hits my nostrils and I look up to see a sexy blonde getting a seat next to me. She has beautiful emerald eyes and a strong runner's body. Damn. It’s my lucky day. I grin at her and wink before turning my attention back to my pen on the desk; I don’t miss the baffled expression on her face, though. Heh.
“Good morning class. My name is Mr. Simmons. I’ll be your history teacher this semester…” I quickly lose interest in whatever else Mr. Simmons says. I’m too busy trying to check out blondie from the corner of my eye. She seems to be as bored as I am. Maybe in the future we can find other ways to entertain ourselves.
Mr. Simmons grabs my attention at the words, “...partners...project...essay…” I tune in to his lecture at this point. “...will be 40 percent of your grade. It won’t be due until the end of the semester but I urge you to start working on it as soon as possible. I expect college level work.”
Shit. I hate working in groups. And it seems I’m not the only one as a collective groan makes its way through the class.
Mr. Simmons chuckles at that and continues, “Now, I know you’re all probably thinking about who you will partner up with. I’m sorry to say that I have already selected the pairs.” An even louder groan washes through the class. “Please pay attention as I pair you all off…” Great. I don’t even know anyone here. I guess I’ll just have to make the best of it. I lazily pay attention until I hear my name.
“Faith Lehane?” I raise my hand. Mr. Simmons smiles, “Ah, there you are. You must be the new student from Boston. Welcome.” I smile awkwardly and nod my head. He continues, “You’re going to be paired off with Buffy Summers.” I look around to see who that is. But also, what kind of name is Buffy?
The sexy blonde next to me raises her hand and smiles politely at Mr. Simmons. I grin and wave at her. Oh, bless you goddesses of the universe. She looks a bit annoyed to be paired up with the new girl. She also throws a sad glance at a guy sitting on the other side of her. Boyfriend? Brother? Friend? Let’s hope for options B or C.
Mr. Simmons finishes off the pairings and begins to explain the assignment, “As I mentioned, you will be working together to write an essay on a particular subject of history. I have sorted some themes in this ziploc bag. One of your team members will come up and pick one of the folded pieces of paper to see what theme you will be writing about.”
When it’s our turn, Buffy stands up and heads to the front of the class. She walks so gracefully that I can’t help but stare as she goes. She slides her fingers in the bag and picks a paper. Unfolding it, she reads it aloud, “Western World Social Stratification.”
What the fuck does that even mean?!
Mr. Simmons smiles in delight, “An excellent choice. I very much look forward to reading about this.” He smiles in excitement as he calls for the next group.
Once all groups have been formed and given a theme, Mr. Simmons allows us to talk for the last fifteen minutes of class in order to get acquainted with our new partners. I slide my chair closer to hers and give her my best grin, “Hey. Can I get your number?”
She blinks and gives me an incredulous look, “Excuse me?” She looks appalled at my request.
I motion to the piece of paper on her desk that holds our assignment, “I figured we’d be working a lot this semester. Might be best to exchange numbers.” I’m flirting, but I can’t help it. She’s hot.
She visibly swallows and looks down at the paper, “Oh. Right. Um, here.” She pulls out her phone and hands it to me. I input my number and save it under Hot Stuff. She sees the name and lets out a small laugh before clearing her throat and trying to look annoyed again. “Anyways, I’ll probably do most of the work so you won’t have to worry about it.”
I lean in and smile innocently, “Oh, I plan on being incredibly involved. I care about my grades.” She blushes but stays quiet, trying to distract herself with the piece of paper. She’s adorable. “You wanna grab a cup of coffee sometime? Maybe give me a tour of the town?” My eyes trail down to her lips that look incredibly kissable right now. I can’t help but feel attracted to this girl.
Buffy clears her throat again and mumbles, “Oh um… I do-” She’s interrupted by some guy who places his arm over her shoulders.
“Hey babe. Ready to go?” He looks at me, nods, and turns his attention back to Buffy. “I’ve got practice in 30 minutes. I was hoping for some alone time.” He kisses her cheek and subtly tries to pull her off her chair.
Buffy smiles awkwardly and gets up. She begins to gather her things as she talks to me, “I’ll text you later, ok?” She waves quickly and walks away.
Someone lets out a pity whistle behind me and chuckles, “It always sucks when you hit on straight girls, huh?”
I turn around to see a short brunette standing there. I smile and extend my hand, “Faith. And who says she’s straight?”
She grins and shakes my hand, “Kennedy. And all of the boys she’s kissed in the past.” She smiles and continues, “I believe you’ve met with my mom already? Coach Garcia.”
“No shit. So you’re my new roomie?” We begin to walk out of class.
“Yup. It’s nice to officially meet you. And a fellow gay, at that. Awesome. We have a few lgbtq girls on the team. You’ll fit right in.” She grins and starts heading towards the cafeteria.
I laugh as we walk down a hallway, “Cool. I’ve got PE next but I’ll catch you later.” We bump fists and head our separate ways. Watch out, Sunnydale. Boston’s here to liven you up.