She walked aimlessly, staring at the white pavement her pink sneakered feet trod on, and lost to her own thoughts. Normally, she would never risk this degree of inattention. Living on the Hellmouth made for a nervous existence, and self-awareness was the key to survival, most times.
However, it was late afternoon, the sun was still high in the sky, and frankly, she just didn't care. "Cordelia! He went for Cordelia! What do I have to do, strip naked and jump him?" She shook her head slightly as the bizarre Lady Godiva like image popped into her head. "Noooo..I don't think even at my most desperate I'd go that extreme."
She half smiled, but it was a sad looking thing, and it never touched the bleak shadows in her eyes. It was just one of those things in life that no matter how you looked at it, the shock of watching was too much to ever forget. She could see Xander's dark head bending down almost hesitantly, and Cordelia's slim arms slip up around his neck as she reached into his kiss.
And it just made Willow want to hurl.
"Everyone else is paired off...gee, isn't it nice to be the loser of our group again." She kicked at an imaginary stone. "Giles has Ms. Calendar..or maybe it's the other way around for THOSE two, Angel and Buffy are an item, and Cordelia has her nails firmly in Xander. Lucky me, no one gives a hoot about what I do for my nights." Willow sighed, absently pushing the heavy curtain of red hair off her face, tossing it back over her shoulder.
The backpack on her shoulder was heavy with her textbooks, notebooks and Slayerette assignments that would be this weekends amusements. It never failed to amaze her just how much work was always heaped on her, and yet, she'd never dream of NOT doing it.
Xander and Buffy blew off homework like it was a piece of lint on their clothing. Cordelia...Cordelia did her homework, perhaps she'd influence Xander to do his. Willow frowned at that thought, no, in retrospect, there wasn't a power in this universe that could coerce Alexander Harris to do is homework during the quality "slack off " time of a weekend.
And with Cordelia on his arm, 'in his arms', corrected that snide voice in her head...he wouldn't be even THINKING of homework. No, he'd be at the Bronze. So would Buffy, with their respective newly found 'other' halves. So self-absorbed in their contentment, that the pathetic little hacker they used was forgotten.
"I could go missing, and they wouldn't notice 'till Monday mornings emergency homework session." She muttered, suddenly looking up and straight ahead.
The trees rustled in the wind, and the suns rays spotted through openings. The park she cut across was beautiful, at this time of day, with winding bike paths, children laughing on the grassy knolls, and young couples walking slowly, hand in hand.
It was, to anyone already depressed, something fit to drive them insane. Willow frowned, again, and picked up her pace. Forcing herself to stare straight ahead, she hustled herself home, and tried to force herself to recite the periodic table.
Perhaps if she wasn't musing over the atomic mass of Cesium, debating whether it was 132.91 or 123.91, she would have noticed the sidewalk just ahead of her flare into a brilliant light, and she wouldn't have stepped on it, disappearing into a portal and landing in darkness.
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