Part 1
“…It was only when Buffy met Angel O’Connor, that her spellbound trance of Cordelia’s wrath was broken free…”
Buffy strut through the halls next to Cordelia, forcing a giggle at the brunette’s latest antic. Though Buffy herself did not condone Cordelia’s vehement action against the lower class of the student body, she had to save face during the whole facade that was her high school repertoire.
Buffy was so entranced in her thoughts that she didn’t even see a dark haired teen bump into her.
“God, don’t you watch where you’re going?!” She snapped at him.
“Obviously you don’t, you snotty bitch.” The man retorted.
“Snotty bitch, huh? Well, let me clear this up for you, you fucking freak.” Buffy seethed. “You see me or any of my friends walk towards you, you either: A, run the other way; B, cower into the corner like the psychotic freak that you are; or C, step off and don’t ever fucking look at us.”
“Girl’s got spunk.” He mocked. “The name’s Angel. Angel O’Connor.”
“What moron names their kid that?” Buffy questioned.
“A Gypsy, actually.” He smirked, making some of the ice in Buffy’s heart melt.
“What? Why are you still talking to me? You know what, don’t answer that.” Buffy grunted, and turned to walk away.
“I didn’t catch your name.” Angel commented.
“I didn’t say I was telling.” Buffy taunted and continued walking back the way she had preceded.
“It wasn’t until Senior Prom, that Angel learned her mystery girl’s name.” Anne continued.
“And this year’s prom queen is…Buffy Summers.” Devon announced with happiness. *Anyone other than that whiny whore is god’s gift to us all.*
“Congratulations, Buffy!” Cordelia exclaimed, saving face.
“Thanks, Cordy!” Buffy smirked as she walked up to the stage where she was presented with a tiara and flowers.
“Do you mind if I say something?” Buffy whispered to Devon.
“No, go right ahead.” Devon nodded, handing her the microphone.
“Thank you,” Buffy whispered back before beginning her speech, “Um, first and foremost, I’d like to thank everyone for voting for me. Second, I’d like to ask you all what the fuck where you thinking? Tonight isn’t about tiaras or popularity contests. It’s about enjoying your last days as a high school student with your friends. High school isn’t a popularity contest, but clearly we’ve all been subject to the taunts and indiscretions of one Cordelia Chase, and her groupies, the Cordettes, which I’m ashamed to say that I’ve been a part of for the past two years. Most of you have been the butt of many jokes, ones that we laughed over for hours at every person’s expense. Let’s face it, I’m not your Prom Queen. You all just wanted someone other than Cordelia to stand up here and say what an honor it was to even be nominated. And I can’t nor won’t do that.
“So, in honor of tradition, I’d like to give my crown to the one and only Willow Rosenberg, the one most of you call the brainy geek or the Internet Hacker. She befriended me my first day, no pretense, no questions asked. She’s the kind of homecoming queen you all deserve. So, I’m giving this honor to her.”
“She gave it to Willow, just like that? She only met the girl for five minutes on her first day, and now she’s handing her crown over to her? That’s just too far fetched, Anne.” Kara shook her head. “I don’t believe that.”
“Don’t be so quick to assume, Kara,” Anne scolded her. “Sometimes, people rationalize things differently than others. And, I believe, that Buffy felt Willow was the most deserving in her heart of hearts. That’s why she passed the crown to her.
“Besides, despite Buffy’s friendship with the Queen Bee herself, she did keep in touch with Willow, through phone calls and email. The two hung out frequently over the two years they came to know each other. When they did spend time together, they gathered in unknown areas, where no one they knew were sure to spot them.”
“So, what you’re saying, is that they’d screwed Cordelia over since the first day?” Kara asked.
“Precisely, my dear.” Anne smiled.
“So, what ended up happening with Angel?” Kara asked. “Did they ever get together, in the end?”
“They did, actually.” Anne nodded. “It was right after Prom. Prom night to be precise. Buffy’s date had dumped her to go to Cordelia’s party, and she walked home, in the rain, alone.”
“Why didn’t she meet up with Willow afterwards?” Kara asked.
“Willow had left already with her boyfriend at the time, Daniel Osbourne, commonly just referred to as Oz.” Anne sighed.
“So, what, Angel just met her randomly walking on a wet and cold evening?” Kara shut her notebook. “You know, I think I’ve heard enough.”
“Kara--” Anne defended.
“No, I defended you. And you can’t even tell me the truth when I asked for it. Maybe they were all right about you. My boss, my friends…” Kara sighed. “I’m sorry, Anne, but I just can’t stay here and watch you try and bullshit me into the notion that true love still exists.”
“Nothing I’ve told you has been a lie.” Anne replied sincerely. “Everything that I’ve told you, happened.”
“Just the way you’ve described it?” Kara questioned her.
“Exactly the way as it was told to me.” Anne nodded.
“Fine, I’ll stay.” Kara agreed, sliding back into the booth. “But I want the honest truth about this and please don’t shield me from any details just because you aren’t sure if I’m ‘mature enough’ to handle it.”
“I promise.” Anne nodded. “In return, I expect you to listen to the story as I tell it to you, and please try not to interrupt. It’s very callous and rude.”
“I’ll try.” Kara nodded. “Please, continue on with the story, and forgive my little public outburst there.”
“Anyway, as I told you before, it wasn’t until that night when Buffy and Angel came upon a mutual agreement.”
“Buffy?” Angel called out to her from his Plymouth. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, great, it’s my stalker.” Buffy sighed. “I’m walking home. Why? What does it look like I’m doing? Just admiring the view?”
“Just get in the car before you get soaked anymore, Buffy. I’ll drive you home.” He offered.
“I’m fine.” She retorted. “I came out here to think, and you’re kind of getting in the way of that, so if you don’t mind…”
“You’re going to catch cold, you know.” Angel justified. “Do you really wanna be sick for the rest of the year, miss your own Graduation?”
“So, now you’re a martyr.” Buffy scoffed. “Look, I’m not really interested in what you think, at all. So, why don’t you just butt your nosy ass out of my life?”
“Because I can’t.”
“And why the fuck is that?” Buffy prodded.
“Because…maybe I like you.” He shrugged.
“Oh, well, that’s…” She shook her head vehemently. “If you think you can just woo me with a few sweet words after my whole spiel tonight, you have another thought coming, Mister.”
“It’s not a line, I promise.” Angel swore. “Now will you get in this damn car so I can get you home?”
“All right, fine. But if you try anything, I swear to god…” Buffy warned.
“Buffy, I’m not like those hormonal teenagers you’re used to flocking around with.” Angel remarked. “Unlike them, I know how to treat a lady.”
“So, what happened when he took her home?” Kara asked when Anne paused. “Did he kiss her?”
“No, he didn’t.” Anne shook her head.
“What? Why not?” Kara asked. “You can so tell they liked each other. Why didn’t they kiss?”
“Angel was very old fashioned.” Anne sighed. “He thought a kiss on the first date was too forward.”
“Wow.” Kara said, clearly at a loss for words. “But they eventually got together?”
“Yes, and things were fine, for a while.” Anne told them.
“Did someone, namely Cordelia, try and break them up?” Kara questioned.
“You could say that.” Anne nodded. “It was that, and a combination of other things. I’ll continue on after I have that cup of decaf coffee you promised me, Kara.”
“All right.” Kara nodded. “Miss, two cups of decaf, extra sugar.”
“A girl after my own heart.” Anne laughed. “I think you and I will get along just fine, Kara. Just fine indeed.