Xander sat in the back of the classroom, doodling as usual. The teacher was going on about… war of peace or pie he wasn’t quite sure, though since it was history class it was a fairly safe bet that it wasn’t about pie. He was just happy that Willow and him had the exact same classes, she always took her notes and he wasn’t against copying them. He leaned over and handed a note to willow.

Please tell me you got this all written down Will, cos I swear it’s not in English

Was written on the note. He was not very good with the learning, it drove him mad sometimes and with Xander, going mad was not a good thing considering he was pretty much there 24/7.

“Allright, who can tell me when the battle of Waterloo took place?”

Xander looked at Willow wide-eyed, he barely knew when the battle of the bands was on at the Bronze let alone when some battle about, what he assumed was a toilet. He just shrunk down lightly hoping that he didn’t get called on.

Xander didn’t even fake pretend shock when Willow shot her hand into the air. In fact if she didn’t know the answer he would have worried more. For two reasons, the first being that it wouldn’t be his Willster if she didn’t know, and of course the fact that he intended to copy off of her so if she didn’t know the answer than he was screwed. He kinda felt bad that he didn’t know, but then again knowing would involve studying and if Xander studied that’d be a sign of the apocalypse… which since he’d met Buffy the word apocalypse seemed less like a joking about thing. He was just happy that the teacher had decided not to call on him, since he was officially the one who was sinking lowest in his chair, just beating the guy in the second row who was sinking almost as far but he didn’t have the question dodging skills.

The instant the teacher called on Willow for an answer he sat up straight, like he’d been doing it the whole time. All the teachers knew not to call on him anyway, he never really paid attention in class, he didn’t see any reason to learn things. He only did it as a way to get out of the house for 8 hours in a day, and he only passed at all because of Willow translating all of the homework into Xander speak which helped him just managed to get a C average, it’d get him through he wasn’t wanting much more.

He heard the snickering and turned around and glared, hating it when people mocked his bestest best friend. He knew he couldn’t take them if it came to fisticuffs but still his glares were getting better. They didn’t shrink in their sets like he kinda hoped, but they did shut the heck up, so he took that as a win. He turned around with a smile and a sense of pride.

The note landed on his desk with a few bounces. He took it in his hand and opened it. He breathed a sigh of relief and scribbled a quick not back

Thanks Will, you saved my butt

He bit the end of his pencil once, a slightly bad habit that had hung around since he was a kid. Sometimes he could spend entire lessons just nibbling at his pencil. He shook his head and added his own PS

P.S. When do we not go Bronzing?

Then he had an after-afterthought

P.P.S. Is Buff doing Slayer stuff with Giles? Reckon we can get her to go to the bronze with us?

He said, folding the paper and handing it sneakily over to Willow, then going off in his own happy dreamland, thinking about Buffy. He just thought she was hot, why couldn’t he get a girl like that? Heck he didn’t want a girl like that, he wanted that girl, just had to figure out how the hell to get Buffy to go on a date with him. He was contemplating actually asking her but that could lead to embarrassment and rejection.

Cordelia had recovered from her moment of temporary insanity. She couldn't believe she was having tingly thoughts about Xander Harris. That was crazy!

I must need to eat something, that is it. I must be feeling faint. That has to be it. I mean, it is Xander Harris! Nerd-o-Rama!

Cordelia tried to justify her feelings to herself. She just felt sick to her stomach. She looked at the clock, it was almost time for class to finally end. It couldn't come soon enough. Cordelia forced her mind back to her beautiful Jimmy Choo's she was going to get after school. All she had to do was to get more money from her dad, which was going to easy. Cordelia was definitely a daddy's girl. But as her mind was racing at the thought of such beautiful shoes, the teacher had called on Xander. And asked him who had won the battle of waterloo. Cordelia smirked as Xander stumbled on an answer. He actually said "one of the people in it?".

Come on, thanks Xander at reminding me how much of a loser you really are. Everyone knows who won the Battle of Waterloo, it was.....Well, that isn't the point, the point is....Xander is a moron.

Cordelia confused herself with the question, while pondering the current situation. Five minutes left. She went back to thinking about her new shoes, she would in no doubt have. She also thought about going to the Bronze, dancing, and being the object of many teenage boys affection. Four minutes and counting. She had to admit the look on Xander's face when he was trying to figure out the answer, knowing he no idea, was pathetic, but also kind of cute. He had a very boyish charm about it. Cordelia tried to shake off the wretched thoughts of admiration and looked at the clock once more.

Oz was a little late to class, but he never really bothered to show up on time. It just wasn't in his nature. There wasn't really anything going on, he just wasn't about to hurry after his conversation about their next gig. They were going to play at the Bronze tonight and had to go over the setlist. It was just lucky that it happened to be done with before class, instead of during. So many times he just skipped because of his music, because quite frankly, it was the only thing that he could really immerse himself into after that day. The world just wasn't his place all that often, so he put himself into another one. The world of guitar strings and power ballads.

The class was filling up nicely, though his usual back corner seat had been taken. What a jerk. So, instead, he was forced to sit beside Harmony which just pissed him off to no end. She wouldn't shut up about anyone else in the band. He had already made up his mind that tomorrow, he was not coming. He was going to take the time off to just relax. For some reason, just having to talk with, or listen to Harmony Kendall was too much for this passive young man. And he was certainly getting himself out of there quickly. The little group was walking around, arm and arm and it was cute, supposedly. He sometimes missed that part of life, the friendships. But he hadn't been a part of anything in a long time, and didn't see it coming with his future. How could he have friends when 3 nights out of the month, he lost himself?

He still didn't have a real understanding of why, other then that it was happening during full moons. Sure, he had heard stories but none of that was true now was it? Supposedly it wouldn't be the weirdest thing in the world. All that he knew was that on those nights, he really needed to get somewhere private, and strong. He was really tired of waking up naked in the woods. There was only so many times that everyone would believe that it was just another 'good party' over anything else. Heck, Oz wasn't even a drinker so how was he going to have himself a real 'good' party at any point in time? At best, it would be an okay one.

His thoughts quickly pushed away as he noticed that he had been watching the group the whole time. Great, stalker older guy looking at the younger students. That was what all the cool kids were doing. He shook it off and headed for the lunch room. Likely wouldn't eat much, but he had to eat something.