I combed the last strand of hair back and looked into the mirror. Oh, Xander you are fine! I smiled and returned my comb to my pocket of my expensive but stylish jeans. Thank God my drunker then thou parents give me money.I grabbed my bag, slung it over my shoulder and headed out to meet Buffy at the Caf. Well, in the court yard.
I opened the door to find Larry and his minions standing there waiting. "What?" I asked. Larry grabbed the bottom of my shirt and looked at it. Then he looked to his other friends and they all laughed.
"Trying out as a Las Vegas showgirl Xand?" This was not amusing me. It was boring me and it was patronizing!
"Larry," I said. "Just because you can't comprehend good fasion is a redbutton down and jeans and just because you can't afford it doesn't mean you should ridicule me. Maybe you can talk to your mom about your..." I snickered, couldn't help it. "If you can even call it a wardrobe."
I laughed and walked off as Larry fumed. I went through the arches, now satisfied with humiliating Larry, and hadn't seen Buffy yet. Maybe she was still in class. Right, like she ever goes to class. Oh, she's probabally somewhere mourning her relationship with Angel, he was so bad for her!
I sat on one of the picnic tables and got out a twinky. Some things would never change. Like my love for twinkies. I smiled and bit into it. God, it tasted good. These were made by God himself. I sighed and took my bag off, taking out my books and begginning to do my History homework I had gotten.
[[Open for anyone who's court yarding during lunch]]
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