The Courtship of Buffy Summers

“This is just what I fuckin needed,” Faith says and takes another long swig from the can of Budweiser. She’s calmed down a lot since she left Buffy’s house about five hours ago. It took a lot of driving around and screaming along with the heavy metal cd her brother left in her cd player. That and the seven beers she’s had are having a dramatic affect on her mood, and her judgment.


She takes a look around the small group of people, and seeing all of her friends having a good time makes her relax a little more. Here isn’t the place for relationship drama or any of that shit. This is a place for having fun, and forgetting about controlling blondes and their insane notions about her friends.


‘Like I’d fuckin cheat on her. I love her, doesn’t she fuckin understand that? And I’ve been friends with these guys since freshman year. They wouldn’t fuck me even if I wanted ‘em to. They’re like my brothers or something. Why did she have to fuck up a perfectly good day? It was so good too, feeling her hot, wet pussy rubbed up against mine. Definitely gonna have to do that again. Great, now I’m horny. Could this night get any worst?’ She lets out a long sigh and runs a hand through her hair.


“Trouble in girly land?” Brian asks and tosses his empty beer onto the sand. After going to the Bronze and seeing it was closed for construction, they decided to go to the beach where they met up with some other people. Now the group is having their own little party. Faith looks over at him with a slightly irritated look. They all know something is up with their friend, but none of them were stupid enough to ask. But alcohol has taken care of that.


“I don’t want to talk about it,” Faith says and takes another drink. She starts to chug down the slightly disgusting liquid, but then she feels a warm hand wrap around hers and the cold can and slowly pull it away from her face. She swallows the little bit in her mouth and gets a goofy smile on her face. “What’s the matter? Did you want some too?” She sets the can on top of the cooler and turns in her chair a little to face the other girl.


“No, I have my own. But you’re paying more attention to that beer then you are me. I just don’t think it’s very fair,” the girl says and pouts that oh so full bottom lip. Faith watches it for a few seconds and thinks about how great it would feel to nibble on that lip. Before she can say anything she sees the blonde stand up from her lounge chair and then she straddles Faith’s lap. “Your friends are having a lot more fun then you are right now. Why don’t we change that?”


The people that they met up with on the beach are cheerleaders from a different school on vacation for the night, away from their friends and families. Mike’s car door is wide open and the stereo is up as loud as it’ll go, pumping a hip hop station into the cool night air. At first the teens were just talking, but after the alcohol was put in their systems their inhibitions lowed severely. Three of the four trouble makers are receiving some very sensual, boarder line slutty, lap dances.


The blonde that is now seated in Faith’s lap, Monica if Faith remembers correctly, leans down start to nibble on Faith’s earlobe. The brunette hisses in a deep breath and tries to stop the swirling that’s going on in her head. Faith knows this girl from somewhere else. About a month before Buffy moved to Sunnydale Faith picked this hot bombshell up at the Bronze. This girl was able to do things that no one else has ever done to Faith before. She hasn’t said anything about it, hoping that the girl won’t recognize her and get pissed off for Faith no being there in the morning.


“That feel good?” the girl asks and she starts to slowly grind against Faith. She presses her upper body against the brunette. Faith tries so hard not to moan when she feels the blonde’s hot breath falling against her neck. She feels the tip of a warm tongue reach out and softly lick her earlobe. A chill runs up and down her spine and it makes her whole body shake. “What do you say we go back to yours? I can make you come so fucking hard.” The brunette moans when she feels those soft, moist lips start to kiss their way from her neck, to her jaw line.


“No,” she says and puts her hands on the girl’s shoulders. “I’m seeing someone.” Her words fall on deaf ears, and it’s completely useless. Faith freezes, and tenses up when she feels those full lips press against hers. It’s almost as if she’s in a trance because she doesn’t pull back or respond in any way. That is until she feels that gentle yet demanding tongue touch her bottom lip. She pushes the girl so hard that she falls off of Faith and onto the ground. Faith jumps up and there’s nothing but rage in her eyes.


“What the fuck is your problem?” the blonde yells and stands up. She brushes herself off and then locks eyes with the fuming brunette. “I asked you a question. What the fuck is your problem?” The alcohol in Faith’s system is making it very hard to remain any type of calm, but she fights against the urge to punch this girl in face. She may be a total bad ass, but she doesn’t hit girls.


“I told you I’m already seeing someone, that’s my problem. So why don’t you go fuck yourself if you’re that desperate.” She walks off and towards her truck. She’s so pissed that she doesn’t hear the others calling after her. She spins around with her fist up when she feels someone grab her shoulder. She stops though when she sees it’s just Mike. It doesn’t make her any less angry and she gives him a death glare that could rip the skin off a cat. “What?”


“Gimme your keys.” She rolls her eyes and starts walking towards her truck. He follows her and grabs her by the arm. “Give me your damn keys, Faith. You really wanna kill yourself because of that skank?” She ignores him and keeps walking. She just wants to get out of here. She doesn’t care that she shouldn’t be driving. She’s been behind the wheel of a car when she was way more wasted then this and no one cared. So what was the big fucking deal now?


“Get the fuck off me!” she screams when Mike grabs her by the shoulders and presses her up against the passenger side of the truck. She feels his arm wrap around her middle and she struggles with all her might. “Get off me you mother fucker! I’m gonna fuckin kill you!” He reaches into her pocket and pulls out her keys and then takes five very large, very quick steps back. He knows to stay out of her swinging distance at this point.


“Just calm the fuck down and I’ll give you a ride later.” He puts her keys in his pocket and then walks back over to the others. She stands there and watches them for a minute or two, and can’t believe how fucked up this day has gotten. She never thought that a night out with the guy would turn out so bad. She’s drunk, turned on, and in need of a hug even though she won’t admit the last one. She takes a deep breath of the cool, salty air and makes a decision. Sunnydale isn’t very far from here. She can walk and be there within an hour. So that’s what she’s going to do.


It only takes her ten minutes to get back to the main road. Her anger is acting like a fuel, and she’s walking a lot faster then she normally would. She’s staggering because of the alcohol but not very much. She doesn’t know what she’s going to say when she sees Buffy again, but it doesn’t really matter. She just wants to see the blonde and the sooner she gets there, the better. As she walks along the asphalt road towards the tiny town of Sunnydale there’s no way for her to know how much worst her night is going to get.


‘I got here really fuckin fast,’ she thinks as she walks down the sidewalk of downtown Sunnydale. It actually took her a little longer then it should have, but the alcohol is screwing with her sense of time. She walks by the Espresso Pump thinking the quickest way to the blonde girl’s house would be to cut right through town and then take a left on Pine Street. Right before she gets passed the Pump, she hears someone laughing. The voice sounds so familiar and inspires a very strong feeling of hate that she has to stop to see who it is.


‘I don’t fuckin believe it,’ she thinks and stares at the small group of jocks with anger and hatred. Of all the people she could have noticed tonight, she just had to notice him. Sitting there looking all smug and stupid, laughing at something one of the other boys had said just a few moment’s ago. Watching Percy West sitting in the Espresso Pump like he’s just a normal kid without a care in the world sparks a little flame inside of her.


She doesn’t really know what it is, but it’s burning her lungs and it’s getting bigger, and bigger, the pain gets so intense that her entire body starts to shake. Her jaw is clamped shut, and her teeth are grinding together making a very unpleasant sound. All she can see is Percy’s smiling face. The tooth she knocked out on the night of the dance was a molar, so you can’t tell he’s even missing one. Then something inside of her finally snaps. In a moment of pure drunken rage she makes a decision that in her mind is a good idea.


She runs into the little café and pushes Percy out of his chair. He falls to the floor and is up in seconds, completely unfazed. His friends jump up out of their seats and are instantly on the defense. Faith watches as the big jock turns around to see his attack. When his eyes lay on Faith’s shaking form the anger melts from his face and is replaced with amusement. This pisses off the brunette even more and now she really wants his blood.


“Interesting way to get my attention, Lehane, what do you want?” he asks and straightens out his jacket. She lunges at him and tries to punch him on that smug face, but he blocks and pushes her back. The waitress starts yelling at them to leave or she’ll call the cops, so the teenagers go outside and about halfway down the sidewalk. “What the fuck is this about? Or have you just gone completely insane?” Faith takes a threatening step towards him.


“You tried to rape Buffy!” her voice sounds strained, is only loud enough for the group of boys to hear. It’s not like it would have made much of a difference. The only place still open is the Pump, and the waitress can’t hear a thing. Percy shakes his head a little bit, and this little smile crosses his face. His friends don’t seem too fazed although one of them does look a little guilty. But she isn’t paying attention to his friends. It’s like she has tunnel vision, and he’s the only thing her eyes can focus on.


“What the fuck are you smiling about? You tried to rape her! I should fuckin kill you!” She lunges at him again only the alcohol is having a serious affect on her strength, speed, and grace. He punches her across the face and she falls to the ground. While she’s down he kicks her in the stomach. The wind is knocked out of her, and she tries desperately to take a breath. The alcohol and adrenaline rushing through her veins are acting as a pain killer, and she won’t feel the full affect of the kick until tomorrow.


“That shit happened a lot time ago, Lehane. So you better stop fucking with me.” He kicks her again, but not as hard as before. She stands up her breathing his hard and raspy. She goes at him again, swinging hard but her aim is off and instead of hitting him in the face like she wanted, she hit him the shoulder. He pushes her back and hits her in the face. She staggers backwards but the blow doesn’t knock her down. She runs at him again and tries to tackle him to the ground, but he’s too big and she’s too drunk.


“I think I need to teach you a lesson,” he says and punches her in the face again. Blood pours from her nose and cut lip. She hits the wall of the building beside them and uses it to hold herself up. He grabs onto her shoulders and pushes her to the ground. He kicks her again and she groans in pain. He walks over to her and looks down at her bleeding form. He uses the toe of his shoe to turn her head so she’s looking up at him. Then he takes a step back, and gets ready to kick.


“What the fuck Percy? Don’t kick her in the head,” Duncan says and runs over to the obviously very emotionally disturbed boy. “You’re gonna fuckin kill her.” Faith looks up at her two boys, her eyesight blurry and her head throbbing. It feels like a rib has been cracked but she doesn’t really care about that. She just wants to lay here and die to make the pain stop. She stops paying attention to what the boys are saying and without even realizing it all of them take off into the night leaving her there to bleed.