Chapter One

Elizabeth "Buffy" Summers looked herself over as she turned to see her backside in her full length mirror. Sighing, she spoke to herself, "Well, this is as good as it's gonna get."

She headed to grab her back pack on her bed when a bright shine caught her attention. She walked to her window, looking for the source of the glimmer.

Her eyes zeroed in on a 1958 black DeSoto across the street pulling out of the driveway, "Humph, just another one of the things I have to look forward to in this town...driving."

Buffy had decided a long time ago that she wasn't going to drive in a strange town, at least until she got a feel for the town. She was always afraid she would get lost and have to call her mother to come get her. And she definitely did not want to do that again.

The last time she had to call her mother, she had been completely lost, alone, and scared. Her boyfriend had broken up with her and kicked her out of his car just because she wouldn't put out. He called her a 'no good, slutty, bitch' just because she had to kick him off of her before he did something that she didn't want.

She was sixteen then, now she is seventeen, and much wiser. She had taken RIley's treatment of her that night really hard. And really personal.

She was determined that she would never let another man hurt her like that again and that she would never let herself be put in that type of situation again.

She built a wall around her heart, and a locked, steel cage around the part of her that was able to let her trust people.

It made things difficult whens he wanted to make friends, but especially when guys asked her out, and that happened more often than she would have thought possible.

Being the new girl in town, of course, she was worried that guys would think she was easy. However, she was ready to tell off anyone that would try to take advantage of her.

She grabbed her bag, gave herself a once over of her tight, dark-wash jeans, red tank top, and black flip flops. 'Maybe I should wear my hair up,' she thought as she grabbed a ponytail holder.

"BUFFY! WE'VE GOT TO GO! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY DO YOU!?" her mother called from the bottom of the stairs.

Sighing, she put the ponytail holder back on her dresser, "Here goes. Buffy Summers, welcome to Sunnydale."

Chapter Two

Buffy walked out of the Principal's office. He was doing his 'First Impression-Meet and Greet' with all the new students, which wasn't many.

She headed towards her first period, not knowing which way she was going. She continued walking as she glanced down at her schedule. 'Psychology 101 with Ms. Miller'.

As she finished reading, she heard a loud smack, followed by people yelling simultaneously, "Fight!" She saw a herd of people walking in a circle towards her.

She glanced in the circle at the two guys fighting. 'Of course,' she thought, 'It's always the guys that are fighting.' She was about to make her way away from the crowd when she saw a guy being punched, and stumbling her way.

He crashed into her, pressing her against the wall with his body. He lifted his head to look at her, "Sorry, luv. You alright?"

She was speechless. This man was absolutely gorgeous. She feared that she wouldn't be able to speak, so she simply smiled and nodded her head.

He smiled at her then, which made Buffy want to melt into his arms and stay there forever, "Good."

Before she knew it, he had turned around to fight the guy that had punched him, delivering several blows to the guy before the Principal and other teachers came to break it up.

They escorted them both away from the crowded hallway and into separate offices. She could hear teachers yelling for them to get to class, but she couldn't seem to move.

She was still leaning against the wall, thinking about the blonde menace that had her pressed there. He was the most beautiful man that she had ever seen.

Blue eyes, that she just wanted to lose herself in forever. 'No, not blue,' she thought, 'Cerulean. Definitely cerulean.'

She finally managed to pull herself away from the wall, heading no where in particular. She looked at her schedule once again, "Room 512."

She looked at the walls, trying to figure out which way the 500 hallway was. When she spotted a white painted "500 Wing →" sign, she followed the arrows.

Looking at the numbers above the doors, she saw her number finally. She took a deep breath and exhaled, "Room 512, Psychology 101, here I come." She turned the knob, opened the door, and went inside ready to face a room full of students sure to be focused on her, the new girl.