Prologue

Sunnydale, California. Affectionately called Sunnyhell by its

residents. Just your below average, one Starbucks town

located two hours from Los Angeles. The end of Spring

Break signaled the beginning of school. Wonderful to some,

hell to others.


Four teenage girls in a shiny red convertible pull up to the

stop light. All cheerfully singing to the Barenaked Ladies,

they looked forward to going back to school. Just as they

were singing the chorus, loud, angry rock music drowned

out the cheery beat.



Buffy Summers pulled up to the stop light next to the

convertible in her old beat up car. She looked at the girls and

smirked, happily drowning out their too cheery music and

effectively destroying their good moods. The light changed to

green, and both cars sped off.


Buffy pulled into the parking lot of Sunnydale High School

with a sense of dread.


‘Only a few more months, only a few more months.’, she

repeated to herself over and over.


She got out of the car and headed towards the entrance.

Just as a girl taped a Prom poster to the wall, Buffy walked

over, looking at the paper in disgust, then promptly tore it off.

Then she headed to her first class.

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Conner James walked down the hall towards the Principal’s

office. Son of a Navy officer, this was the third town in a

year and his second school.

‘Maybe this one will be different.’ he thought, his mind going

back to the past few months at the last school. He was

branded a loser, constantly tormented by the jocks. His loser

status was so low, he had no friends at all.


He entered the office, Principal Hallie

Addams. He knocked on the door.


“I’ll be right with you,” she told him never looking up from her

computer screen. She was busily typing the new chapter of

her romance novel, which she was sure would get published

this time. She closed the laptop and picked up Conner’s

folder.


“So, Conner, is it? Here you go.” She handed him his

schedule.


“Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat?”


“Um yeah. My dad is a…”


“That’s enough. I’m sure you won’t find Sunnydale any

different than your old schools. Same old brats with shit for

brains everywhere!” She laughed.


Conner looked at her in shock.


“What? Am I in the right office?”


“Not anymore. Now go. I’ve got deviants to see and a novel

to finish. Now go. Go!”


Conner stood up so fast he tipped the chair. He picked the

chair up and turned to leave.


“Uh right. Thanks.”


As he turned to go out the door, he ran into a boy with

bleached hair and a leather coat. Conner immediately tensed

up, expecting a fist in his face, and when nothing happened,

he left quickly.

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William Develin, known as Spike, looked at

the boy curiously and went into the office.





“William Develin. I see that you’re going to make these visits a

weekly ritual.”


Spike looked at Ms. Addams and gave her one of his

trademark smirks.


“Only so we can spend these moments together. Should I hit

the lights?”


“Ooh, very clever, bleach boy.”


She looked at the file in her hand.


“It says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria.”


Spike rolled his eyes.


“I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst.”


Ms. Addams stood up and looked at Spike.

“Bratwurst? Is that what they call it these days?”

She looked at his crotch and smiled.

“Aren’t we the optimist! Next time, keep it in your pouch. Ok!”

Spike looked at the woman wide-eyed.

“Go!”

Spike slowly turned and left, still in shock

that the Principal just referred to his goods as a bratwurst.

‘Bloody bitch.’ he thought as he headed to his next class.


Back at the computer, Ms. Addams quickly

revised her last sentence, replacing ‘member’

with ‘bratwurst’. She smiled at the thought and continued

typing.

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Conner walked out of the Ms. Addams’ office and was

greeted by a boy wearing khakis and a necktie.


‘Oh no. He’s one of those geeks with the slides.’, Conner

thought.


The boy looked at Conner and smiled.


“Hi, I’m Jesse Crawford. I’m supposed to show you around.”


Conner smiled and shook his hand.


“Thank God. I thought they were going to send one of those

audiovisual nerds.”


Jesse laughed nervously.


“I-I do, I know what you mean.”


Jesse grabbed Conner’s arm and began to

lead him away as a boy with a cart of slides came up beside

them.


“Hey, Jesse. Where should I put the slides?”


Jesse looked at the boy and laughed.


“Slides?”


He laughed nervously again and quickly led

Conner down the busy hall.


“So, Conner. Here’s the breakdown. Over there we’ve got

your basic beautiful people. Now listen, unless they talk to

you first, don’t bother them.”


Conner looked at Jesse.


“Wait, is that your rule or theirs?”


“Just watch.”


As they walked down the hall, they passed

Angel O’Connor and his group of friends, Riley, Parker, and

Gunn. Jesse looked straight ahead as they passed, “Hey

there!”


Angel glared at Jesse, “Eat me!”


Jesse looked over at Conner, “You see that?”


They continued down the hall until they

exited the building onto the quad. Jesse pointed to a group of

people with coffee cups.

“They are the Coffee Kids. Very edgy. Don’t make any

sudden movements around them.”


They walked a little further until they got to a

group with dreadlocks and tie-dye shirts.


“These delusionals are big Marley fans, semipolitical, but

mostly…”


“Just smoke a lot of weed?”, Conner finished for him.


“Yeah. These guys,” he pointed to a group of guys with

cowboy hats trying to lasso a trash can.

“Wait, wait, wait. Let me guess. Cowboys?” Conner

chuckled.

“Yeah, but the closest they have ever come to a cow is a

hamburger at McDonald’s!” Jesse laughed, but stopped

when he realized Conner was looking at him strangely. They

passed by a group at a table dressed in suits busily typing on

laptops.


“Anyway, these are your future MBA’s, all ivy-league

accepted.”


They continued walking, and Jesse spoke

again.


“Now over there…”


Conner stopped. “Oh my God.”

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Dawn Summers walked out of the building chatting with her

two best friends, Harmony Kendall and Cordelia Chase. Just

as they walked by Conner began to follow.

“What group is she in?”, he asked Jesse.

Jesse looked at Conner shaking his head.

“The ‘don’t-even-think-about-it’ group. Dawn Summers, a

sophomore…”

Conner kept staring at Dawn, “I burn, I pine, I perish.”

Jesse laughed. “Of course you do. You know, she is

beautiful and deep, for sure.”

They continued following the girls, listening to their

conversation.


Dawn looked at Cordelia.


“Yeah, but see, there is a difference between like and love.

Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.”


Harmony looked at Dawn.


“But I love my Skechers.”


Dawn and Cordelia looked at each other and

sighed.


“That’s because you don’t have a Prada backpack.”, Dawn

told her.


“Ohhh.” Harmony smiled thoughtfully.


The girls walked away, leaving Conner and

Jesse staring after them. Jesse noticed Conner still staring

intently at Dawn.


“Listen, forget her. She has an incredibly uptight father and

it’s a widely known fact that the Summers sisters aren’t

allowed to date.”


Conner was too busy staring at Dawn to

listen to what Jesse was saying.


“Yeah, uh huh, whatever.”

The bell rang and the students begin to walk

back to the building to go to class. As Conner was walking,

he was busy thinking of ways to ask Dawn out.





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