“You want to know what is bothering me?” I asked the rather puzzled looking vamp in the bad tweed suit. I had been beating him up not for about twenty minutes and was currently I punching him repeatedly in the chest. “Come on, why don’t you just ask me. Come on Giles, just ask me what is bothering me
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Right, that was probably the lamest thing I'd ever said. Buffy Summers acknowledges my existence, and all I do is blather on about nothing. Lacking confidence much, Webs?
I straightened up, trying to make my thin frame seem less lanky, "What about you? What're you up to?"
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“Hey weren’t you in my English class last year. I need to take a makeup test for that class because I.. well.. did no exactly attend class. Anyway I remember you were really good at the class, I mean you always answered the teachers questions about character motives.” I felt a little weird now, just see a random guy I barely knew, but I was desperate. “I was wondering if maybe you can help me study for the test.”
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I leaned against the railing, regarding her. In most situations I would have refused. Buffy had never acknowledged my existance, and now she needed me to be her study-buddy? Right...
Still, I wasn't about to say no to /her/. She seemed nice enough. "Uh...sure. What's it on?"
Not to mention she could probably drop me with less effort than half the jocks in the school.
Hopefully the course hadn't changed much since last year.
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“Hey thanks though, maybe we can meet up after school tomorrow. I think I have a week to get all my tests done so maybe we can have a cram session.”
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