Disclaimer: Buffyverse=not mine. That about covers it. It's my first fic. I might scrap it and start over later, but for now:
Buffy ran out of the house, struggling to hold back tears as she heard more screaming and crashing behind her. Her dad, Hank, had come home drunk again tonight, and this was the last straw for Joyce Summers. Buffy’s mom began shrieking as soon as she saw him, and then objects had been thrown and Buffy thought it’d be best if she left.
She couldn’t stand watching them fight, but mostly because she knew that they would begin arguing about her if she stuck around. Probably about her latest attendance and homework problems. It was only her first month as a freshman at the high school, and Buffy was not doing well at school. She knew she wasn’t dumb, but school was just not on her list of priorities; way down there with making friends, something she had given up on years ago.
Definitely not her own fault though, thought Buffy, trying not to think about her parents fighting. Instead she turned to her routine school-bashing. I mean, it should be illegal for teachers to glare like that, she thought, remembering earlier today, when she had been doodling in her notebook again. Her history teacher had given her a murderous look when he saw the pictures of daggers and crossbows she had sketched. She had given him her sweetest, innocent smile, though her expressive green eyes had given away any fake guilt she had conjured up on the spot.
None of her teachers trusted her anyway, and they had already stopped bothering to send her to the office. Some of her classmates were even scared of her. She might look small, but she was quick and had taught herself some basic self-defense. Okay, so not so basic, and not so much with the defense, Buffy admitted to herself, remembering a particular incident the year before…
A freaky new student, obviously a jock, with a dose of insecurity along with the obligatory macho-pride, had tried to hit on her. Well, she had been alone, as always, and no one had bothered enough to alert him of her non-existent social status. So he’d approached her on her way home one day, and by way of greeting, knocked her notebooks out of her hand.
“Mature much?” mumbled Buffy, to herself. She picked up her stuff and pushed past him, but made sure to give him the ultimate pissed-off-Buffy death glare on the way. She had been in middle of a really good sketch, and if her notebook had fallen in the dirt, this new kid would have a broken nose already.
Of course, being completely blind due to needy macho-pride, he had tried to say something witty. So he stepped back in front of her and stuck his hand out, saying “Hey, harmless new kid here, give me a chance? Normal people at this point say “Hi”. He had deliberately drawn out the last sentence, speaking as though she was from a different country, or was 2 years old.
“Not interested new kid, I have to get home.” Buffy tried to go by him again, but he blocked her—he wasn’t going to give up that easily. “Just say “hi” and I’ll let you run on home to your happy mommy and daddy, who I’m sure will…” At this point, he suddenly stopped. At the mention of ‘mommy and daddy,’ Buffy already had one hand balled into a fist. The night before had been a particularly bad night at home, and she had spent all day trying not to think about her parents. This dumb idiot had no idea what he’d just done.
Without thinking, and without realizing that they were actually in neighborhood with some classmates around (most of them were watching the scene by now), she swore at him and executed a perfect, straight punch to his face that sent the jock flat on his back, blood coming out of his nose.
Buffy grinned a little, thinking about how the kid had run home crying but never told anyone what happened, knowing his already-hurt ego couldn’t take much more damage. Despite not telling his parents, the students who saw it told everyone at school. However, except for people staying away from her a little more pointedly than usual, nothing much came of it.
Then Buffy thought back to what happened two years ago, the thing that first caused her to teach herself self-defense. It was not a happy memory…
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