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Chapter 15 – English Lit
A/N: I know everybody is very anxious for the Spuffy to
start, but trust me, working up to it will make it worth it!
Buffy floated through her first day of classes dreaming
about her great date with Angel. She
was on cloud nine and couldn’t wait to see him at his fraternity party Saturday
night. She tried calling him on her
cell phone at lunchtime, but he didn’t pick up. She left him a message, letting him know she’d be done with
classes at three.
Willow and Anya had very different schedules than Buffy, but
they all shared one class together, Intro to English Literature. The girls all met outside the classroom at
two that afternoon so they could sit together.
The class was very large since all first year students were required to
take it. The professor walked in and started the class.
“Good afternoon. I
am Professor Snyder and this is Intro to English Literature 101. Due to the size of the class I will have to
graduate students working for me as Teaching Assistants. They will be helping grade assignments and
hold group discussions on the novels we review. The group discussion will be held every Thursday evening at
6. Later I will be dividing the class
in to groups, one assigned to William Martin and the other to Clem
Roberts. Gentleman, will you please
pass out the syllabus?”
When the two grad students rose from the first row and
turned around, Buffy gasped. She would
recognize that blond head anywhere!
“Buffy, what’s wrong?”
Willow nudged her friend whose mouth was hanging open.
“Oh my god Willow, it’s Spike!” Buffy whispered. He was dressed in black slacks and a deep
blue soft collared shirt. ‘Wow he looks
good. Oh, god, did I just think that!
Bad Buffy!’
“Wl>“What? Who’s Spike?”
Willow asked puzzled.
“The motorcycle guy – remember his piercing blue eyes
that Buffy couldn’t forget? He is
G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S!” Anya licked her lips.
‘I wouldn’t mind a piece of him…’ she thought to herself.
“Anya, you are not helping!” Buffy hissed. “Maybe he won’t recognize me.” Buffy mumbled
as she slumped in her seat. Spike was
making his way toward their row, passing out the syllabus. Unfortunately, she was at the end the
row. When he reached their row, he
looked down at her as he handed her the stackpapepapers. At first his eyes widened, but then they
narrowed and his lips formed a smirk.
In a low voice he said, “Fancy meeting you here Luv,” and
proceeded to the next row.
Buffy was blushing furiously while Willow and Anya broke out
in giggles.
“Is there a problem ladies?” Professor Snyder was standing
at the front of their row looking very perturbed.
“No!” Willow, Buffy and Anya replied in unison.
“Well since you three seem to find Mr. Martin so amusing,
why don’t we make sure you are assigned to his discussion group. Snyder took out a piece of paper. “Your names ladies?”
“Anya Jenkins.”
“Willow Rosenberg, sir.”
“Elizabeth Summers-Giles.
It might be under Buffy.”
“Well Buffy, Willow and Anya.” Snyder said
snidely. “We seem to have an influx of
Americans this year. Well ladies, you
getter buckle up because you are about to be taught real English
Literature, not that bloody William Shakespeare you Americans are taught.” The professor proceeded to give and overview
of the cl
Spike and Clem took their seats at the front again so Buffy
couldn’t see Spike’s face. She was sure
he was having a chuckle over her getting in trouble.
When the class was over the girls practically ran out of the
classroom. Anya was laughing. “Oh my, that was hilarious!”
“Hilarious! That was awful!
Professor Snyder has it in for us.
It’s going to be impossible to get an ‘A’ from him.” Willow snapped at Anya. Buffy kept walking, looking at the ground.
“Oh don’t worry about getting your ‘A’, Willow. Buffy her will make sure Spike gives an ‘A’
to all of us.” Anya said jokingly.
Buffy spun around.
“Anya, It will not be like that.
In a few weeks Spike will forget about me and the whole incident.”
“Yeah right!” Anya and Willow said in unison. By this time the girls had reached the
dorm. Xander was waiting for Anya.
“Ladies.” He greeted them.
He pulled out a bouquet of daisies and handed them to Anya.
“Oh Xander, your so sweet!”
“Nicked them myself.
Thought we could take a walk by the pond before I have to go to work.”
“I’d love to. See
you guys later.” Anya and Xander went off.
Buffy and Willow walked up to the room.
The phone was ringing when they entered. Buffy went to answer, hoping it would be Angel.
“Hello?”
“Hi Buffy,” a breathy voice said, “it’s Darla. Are you through with classes for the day?”
“Oh, hey Darla. I
just finished up.”
“Great, why don’t you come over to see me and Fred? We’ll introduce you to some people and then
we’ll have dinner.”
“Okay, I’ll be right over.”
“Buffy explained to Willow where she was going and then she
got in her car and drove over to Darla and Fred’s. On the way, she called Lady Lilah and Dawn and told them about
her first day of school.yes"> I really hope we can be friends.”
“Oh Fred, thank you.
I hope we become friends too.” Buffy assured her.
“Oh good. Buffy, can
I ask you a question?”
“Sure Fred.”
“Darla said that back in America, you weren’t a Lady. Is that true?”
The question surprised Buffy, but she could see Fred wasn’t
asking to be mean. “I didn’t officially
inherit the title until my father passed away.
My grandmother explained that if I had grown up here I would have had
the title. It was just very complicated
due to my parents’ separatand and my dual citizenship. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure Buffy.” Fed nodded.
“Well, do people think less of me because I’m American? Those girls down there were acting odd
toward me.”
“Well, that’s probably part of it. Thn>The other part is because of Angel.”
“Because of Angel?
They don’t like him?” Buffy asked, puzzled.
“Oh, just the opposite.
He is one of the most eligible men around, and they are all jealous of
you.”
“Oh, okay. So how do
you and Darla feel about me and Angel?”
“Buffy, we both like you a lot. But I realize that there is a lot of pressure between our two
families for you two to get together.
There’s a lot of pressure in our circles to make the right match. Don’t
let that get to you. Just go with your
heart.” Fred smiled at Buffy.
Buffy smiled back at her, but she couldn’t help but wonder
if Fred was trying to tell her something else.
The girls went back downstairs. Darla was now sitting in the parlor with Wesley. He stood as Buffy and Fred entered.
“Lady Buffy, how good to see you again. Fred, how are you today?”
“Good evening, Wes.” Fred smiled.
“Hello Wesley, how are you.” Buffy greeted.
“Just fine. I’m here
to join you ladies for dinner.” When he said ladies, he only looked at
Fred. Fred looked away
uncomfortably. Buffy was beginning to
understand.
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