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Synopsis: AU challenge fic, in which Buffy is an unpopular high school ice skater, and Angel is a more popular high school assigned to bring her homework. Stuff happens. Past events are between ***, and are in italics.
Rating: PG to R
Paring: B/A of course!
Timeline: During highschool, and this is a CHALLENGE FIC!!!!
Author's Notes: Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on this fic. Thank God it's over with! Originally Miranda was Cordelia, but I changed it. Thanks to Phoenixflame who beta read this for me.
Prologue
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"Look it's Fluffy Summers! Come here Fluffy. Come here." The kids taunted as they Buffy shyly walked through the hall at school. They patted their legs and talked in excited baby like voices, like the way you would talk to a dog. She frowned. She hated being so unpopular. But there was really nothing she could do about it, so she shrugged her shoulders and continued to walk down the hall, ignoring the mocking voices of the other kids.
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Buffy Summers grinned at Tyson, her skating partner. They had just won another skating trophy. But tonight the win felt better, more satisfying. Buffy looked over her shoulder to stare at Tyson who was hanging out the car window hooting and hollering.
She laughed and pulled him back into his seat. "Be careful. We can't have you getting hurt, because with out you, I couldn't skate half as well." Tyson sobered up, and started to put his seatbelt on. Buffy hoarsely screamed, and the sound echoed throughout the small vehicle. Tyson's eyes widened in surprise.
His voice caught in his throat, and his heart beat wildly in his chest. He lost all feeling in his body as he saw the bright light shining ominously through the car window.
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"Hey Buff." Xander put his arm around her and led her to the lunch table were Willow was waiting for them.
"Hey Xander." She sat down next to Willow who passed Buffy a chocolate cookie. Willow looked into Buffy's eyes and noticed they were a tad moist. She gently touched her hand.
"Forget about them. You don't need everyone in the school to like you. Especially when you have real friends who care about you, like me and Xander." Buffy nodded her head in agreement.
"Yeah. Forget them." Buffy agreed.
"Plus, I’m sexier and better looking than any of the popular guys at this stupid school." Buffy and Willow gave Xander the `yeah right look'.
"You keep saying that to yourself Xander. You just keep saying that to yourself."
"Hey!." he said with mock hurt. Buffy softly giggled, and continued to eat her lunch.
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Tyson was blinded by head lights that were heading straight toward them. Buffy's hands shook as she attempted to steer the car to a safe place, but the truck heading toward them was relentless, and going at a very high speed.
The truck hit Buffy's car with a loud smack and the momentum sent Tyson flying through the windshield. Buffy could hear his neck crack as it went through the shattered glass. Buffy screamed again and covered her face with her forearms.
The car flipped over with a loud crunching of the metal door, and everything went pitch black. Sirens eerily whistled in the background, and the silvery moon hid beneath the clouds.
Chapter 1
Angel rested his chin on the palm of his hand. History class was dragging on like no tomorrow, and he certainly had better things to do than listen to how the founding fathers traded fur with the Indians. Real intriguing stuff. His eyes drooped. The teacher droned on and Angel began to nod off.
The door to the classroom burst open. Angel's eyes snapped awake, and he watched as an office attendant handed the teacher a note. He hoped it was for him. so he could get out of class and go home.
"Angel," The teacher called out. He quickly walked to the front of the classroom. "You are wanted in the principal's office." Angel frowned. He hadn't done anything wrong, and was curious as to why he would have to go to the principal's office. He shrugged his shoulders, took the hall pass and headed towards the office. Angel knocked on the principal's door and heard a voice solemnly call out `come in'. He opened the door and entered the small office that was adorned with a desk and shelves.
"Sit down Mr. O'Connor." Principal Golding offered with the wave of his small, olive colored hand. Angel sat down. Mr. Golding never failed to creep him out. He was a short man, at the most 5'1, and he had black curly hair that spiraled down his bony face.
"Whatever it is you think I did Mr. Golding, I swear I didn't do it this time. I promised you that I would clean up my act, and I have." Angel earnestly said as he gazed at the principal with his dark chocolatey eyes.
The principal half smiled. "That is not what this is about Mr. O'Connor. I am sure you are acquainted with Buffy Summers. Her mother told me that you live next door to each other. Anyways, Ms. Summers has had an unfortunate accident and won’t be at school for a long while. Her mother was hoping that you could deliver Buffy's homework to her and possibly help her catch up with any work that she might not understand."
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