Confusing Competitions..
by phantom
Issues in Assembly Hall.
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Chapter Three.
Buffy, Faith, Xander and Willow are sitting near the back of the auditorium. At Faith's insistence of course, she said she was allergic to troll.
Snyder was up the front barking orders at everyone to hurry up and sit down as they had a lot to go through at today's assembly. As soon as he yelled "Don't make me cancel that dance of yours! You know I can!" there was complete silence and everyone had taken their seats.
"Wow. Cool trick." Said Xander. The girls nodded their agreement.
"Now people", Snyder said. "Speaking of this dance of yours, it might be being held at the Bronze but it is still a School function! Meaning that throughout the entire occurrence you all belong to me." He emphasized his statement by pointing at the student body and then at himself.
Faith decided to take this opportunity to mock Snyder by pointing at him and then pulling middle fingers on both hands.
"I saw that! I have eyes everywhere you know!" Snyder barked. Faith cringed and sunk down into her seat.
"Eyes everywhere? Seems like a pretty disturbing thought, huh Buff?" said Xander while grinning at Faith, glad that this time Snyder's angsty outbreak wasn't directed at him.
"Huh?" the blonde replied oh-so-eloquently. She had missed the latest Faith/Snyder exchange due to a certain redhead stretching her arms about five seats down. Buffy was late again and missed out on getting one of the two seats she wanted. Those of course on either side of the redhead.
Willow caught Buffy's eye and smiled, inwardly wondering why the blonde looked so bewildered. 'Still', she thought. 'She looks pretty damn cute'.
Willow turned her gaze back towards the front missing the smile from the blonde that would have indicated to anyone that she was thinking the exact same thing except not about herself...
"Alright people", Snyder continued. "There are certain rules that I wish to again call your attention to regarding next Friday night. Ladies, take care when choosing your clothing, no see ups, no see downs and definitely NO see throughs! And those of you who wish to 'taint' the punch should know that the science department will be testing the contents of the bowl every five minutes so don't even think about it!"
Those sitting close by were smirking at Xander who was twiddling his thumbs and again staring at the ceiling ignoring the 'that means you' look he was getting from Snyder.
Dawn who was sitting a few rows away catches Faith's eye and gives her a smile that was happily returned by the older brunette.
Buffy, who was looking at Dawn and wondering what her sister was up to noticed that she was smiling at someone, in the direction of Willow! 'No way Dawn I saw her first!' The blonde thought annoyed. She was even more distressed to find that Willow saw her sister and gave a small wave.
"Dawn Summers!! Would you please stop making googly eyes at Ms. Rosenberg! I haven't finished reading out all the rules yet!." Snyder yelled. Pleased with himself for being able to remember the name of the newest trouble-maker in school.
Buffy did all she could to stop herself from fuming at her sister. She didn't even notice that she had placed herself on the same side as Snyder about an issue. A thought that would have surely disturbed her if she hadn't been so God dammed pissed off.
"Hey you better watch it Red, that particular Summers is mine", Faith whispered to Willow with a smirk.
Willow rolled her eyes.
"I was just saying hello Faith."
"Anyways, shouldn't you be working on big sis over there? You better start on it before someone else decides to throw her a heart shaped doodle in class and then smack, bang, you're out of a date and she's getting married to Scott."
"Faith! Don't say things like that!" said the now nervous redhead.
"Yeah Faith", added Xander. "Besides I told you guys, Scott is totally gay."
"Oh yeah Xand?" replied the brunette, who could never let anything slide, "If he's so gay then why's he staring at her right now?"
Three heads turned towards Scott who was trying unsuccessfully to catch Buffy's attention.
The said blonde was apparently annoyed about something. The trio all thought it was Snyder's fault. Buffy was a newbie, it takes a while to build up enough tolerance to not want to throw up or scream or do something drastic when stuck in assembly with Snyder at the helm.
Inwardly Buffy was planning for battle. She and Dawn needed to have a little talk...
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Later that day at Casa de Summers...
Buffy walks in and makes a beeline for the lounge where Dawn was usually to be found perched on the couch in front of the t.v. Unfortunately for Buffy though, Dawn was nowhere to be seen.
"Dawn!! Where are you?! We need to talk! "
"Buffy, are you and your sister fighting about something?" said an older blonde.
Buffy sighs.
"No mom, why would you think we were fighting?"
"Well, first off, you're screaming your lungs out. And secondly you said we need to talk. Those are the four most terrifying words in the English language. Well, when they're all stuck together. In that order... anyway Buffy my point is that nothing good ever comes out from a 'we need to talk' conversation.
Buffy nods and makes for her room. Feeling the need to reassure her mother, she calls back over her shoulder. "Don't worry, everything's fine."
Joyce plops down onto the couch and says to herself "and those are the next set of the most terrifying words in the English language...
Buffy walks to her room fully intent on taking a bath to calm herself down. What she didn't expect to find was Dawn sitting cross- legged digging through her art supplies.
"Dawn! What do you think you're doing?"
"Hey Buffy." Dawn replies with a smile. "And, is that some sort of a trick question?"
"No! it's just a question that needs extending! ... What do you think you're doing in my room? With my art supplies?!"
"Relax Buffy, You don't even take art anymore. I'm just borrowing some stuff. And why are you yelling anyways?" Dawn asks, standing to face her sister. "Is something wrong?"
Buffy sighs and falls onto her bed. She couldn't believe this was happening. Apparently Dawn was now planning on creating the world's most colourful Valentine so that Willow would go with her to the dance. She'd always had a good relationship with her sister and here she was ready to rip into her because she looked at her girl the wrong way.
'My girl?' Buffy covers her head with a pillow and lets out a frustrated growl.
"Buffy? Let's talk ok? I'm getting worried here."
"You can't have her." The blonde stated. "I love you but you can't have her. 'Cos I might love her, and even though I love you, you can't have her."
Dawn furrowed her brow at her sister's confusing sentence.
"Who Faith?"
"Yes Faith who do you think?!" Buffy sits up suddenly when something important registers on her brain. "Wait, what? No! Not Faith! Willow! You can't have Willow!"
Dawn sits down on the bed next to Buffy.
"Buffy... you really have to stop projecting these things on me. I'm not into Willow. She's a little too nice for me. Obviously you're into her, like a lot into her," she adds for good measure. "So why don't you just ask her to the dance?"
Buffy puts her head on Dawn's shoulder and nods.
"I'm still older than you, you know." She says into the shoulder. "You don't have to be so wise all the time.."
Dawn smiles.
"Soo... can I have your art supplies?"
The blonde lifts her head up.
"Nope." She says firmly. "But we can share."
They smile at each other.
Dawn goes back to digging through the art supplies, this time joined by an enthusiastic blonde.
"Faith huh?" Buffy asks. Kicking herself mentally. Faith was a much better match for Dawn than Willow.
"Yep."
"Willow huh?" Dawn asks with a smile. The sweet readhead seemed like a great candidate for her sister.
"Yep."
"Think they'll say yes?" Buffy asks nudging Dawn with an elbow.
"Has anyone ever said no to us?" countered a self-assured brunette with a smirk and a wriggle of her eyebrows.
They share a laugh.
Neither of them noticed their mother standing outside the door.
"I wish they could bond about something other than getting girls to go out with them... it's like having sons but... more eager."
With a head shake Joyce Summers leaves her daughters to yet another one of their plots to get their respective girls.