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“Hi!”
Willow bounced up and down as she met up with Xander on the sidewalk. Sunnydale High had been fully renovated, and the school had finally opened after a two-week delay, after that minor incident of a whole section of the library mysteriously collapsing in on itself.
“We’re going to be in high school! I’m so excited!” Willow’s face was a picture of geeky gleefulness as she hitched her backpack more firmly over her shoulder.
Xander smiled; his best friend’s glowiness was always contagious. Pointing at her backpack, he asked, “Whatcha got in there, Will, five textbooks?” It was true; Willow’s new yellow backpack already looked like it was about to burst open.
Xander couldn’t help himself, and continued without letting her answer. “Didn’t you hear? There’s been this great new thing going on now, where teachers actually want their students to chuck out their old work, because, get this, they need room for… learning new stuff! The teachers don’t even get upset!”
Willow shoved Xander playfully; “Yeah, Xander, I got the notice…but see, there was also this other thing they sent out with it, you know, a great big list of new stuff for, you know, learning new stuff!”
Xander looked at her. “What list? I didn’t get a list!”
Willow pulled out a few letters from her bag, and Xander grabbed them, looking over them a little anxiously, until he noticed the subjects.
“Advanced placement chemistry?! Wow, Will, Ms…” He glanced at the bottom of the first letter “…Mackell is sure going wish she hadn’t missed me. There’s no chem class like one without a Harris. You know, those ones with the beautiful and gentle background accompaniment of classic Xander snoring.” He paused. “Wait, isn’t that like, college stuff?”
Willow nodded, trying to hide a blush when Xander stared at her in outright admiration. “Wow, Will, you could, like, come teach my classes! I have….” Xander grabbed a crumpled piece of paper, the only thing currently inside his backpack, and straightened it out, reading his first semester’s classes. “…introductory algebra, physical science, gym, world history, and intro to woodworking.”
Xander looked back, knowing he missed something. “Oh, yeah, and English. But look, there’s a blank next to this one; there’s no teacher listed! There you go, Will!”
Xander grinned at Willow, who had pulled out her schedule to see what classes they had together. They had reached the school, but there was still ten minutes to go before the first bell rang.
“I’ve got…pre-calculus, ap chemistry, gym, world history, experimental psychology, and English. We’ve got three classes together!”
Suddenly, Willow stumbled as someone bumped into her backpack. A few notebooks fell out and she scrambled to pick them up. Xander immediately bent to help her, glaring at the backs of three giggling girls.
One of them shot a contemptuous glance at Xander and turned back to her friends, laughing. “Did you see that Harris geek? He’s like her little…” Xander didn’t catch the end of the sentence, but as the girls shrieked and laughed harder, he felt his ears turn red. He stood up and brushed off his pants, then turned to Willow.
“That Cordelia, is so going to…get gum in her hair.” He finished lamely, sighing. He was all out of get-revenge-on-the-Cordelia-Chase-Crew ideas; he had used them all within a week after he and Willow’s first encounter with the CCC, as he called them.
Willow was also glaring a little, though she looked more sad and frustrated than angry. Xander knew that apparently something had happened one time, and Willow had seen Cordelia for once without her CCC tagalongs, actually exhibiting human emotion. It was hard for him to believe, but even though Willow said she’d promised to keep the details of the encounter secret, she told him that Cordelia could really be a good person.
His thoughts on Cordelia were interrupted as Willow tugged on his arm, and nodded towards a bench not far from where they were standing. A dark-haired boy he had never seen before was sitting there, looking a little nervous, holding his bag.
Willow was back to being all glowy again. “It’s a new kid, Xander! He looks lost, we should go talk to him!”
Xander couldn’t help but feel his mood lift a bit too, and laughed. “Will, we don’t even know if he’s really new, I mean, he could just be in a different grade or something…”
But Willow had already started walking towards the ‘new kid.’ Xander rolled his eyes…of course, Willow was always so eager to help newbies. Ever since she’s gotten over her own shyness, or really, ever since she had met Xander, she had started helping anyone she saw who looked even a little lonely.
As Xander caught up to Willow, he remembered once over the summer, when they had decided to walk to the park…Willow had seen a little bird trying to eat a wad of gum that resembled a worm. She spent the day picking up litter and raising money for bird feeders to be set up around the park. Xander, trying to be the supportive best friend, ended up chasing the birds and tossing gummy worms around, to the joy of other small children running around the park. Willow had refused to give up her campaign, and by the end of the summer had received enough support to spend another memorable day bringing bags of bird seed to the park along with tools to make simple bird houses. Xander had made most of the bird houses, becoming more and more elaborate as he went, and immediately returned home that day to tell his mom he wanted to enroll in woodworking at school. He had loved making the little houses, even if it was as simple as putting together a few bits of wood. Her mother, as always, had ignored him. However, he called and enrolled himself in the class the second he got a hold of a phone.
“Hi! I’m Willow, and this is my friend Xander!” Willow pointed at him.
Xander looked confused for a moment, still lost in the old memory, but as Willow nudged him he immediately straightened up and gave his goofiest classic Xander grin. “Yes! Xander is me! I mean, hi! Welcome to Sunnydale!”
Willow looked at him and rolled her eyes, clearly noticing the fact that he had just assumed this kid was new to Sunnydale.
The new kid looked at them both uncertainly for a moment, then grinned and stuck out his hand. “I’m Liam.” As Willow shook his hand, though, he added “I mean, Angel.”
“What?” Xander said, confused. He gave Willow a Look. This kid had just called her an angel.
The kid grinned again, apologetically. “I mean, my name’s Liam, but my middle name is Angel. People…used to call me that, at my old school.”
“Oh!” That made more sense. He thought. Then he giggled a little, taken by surprise. “You’re name’s Angel?”
Willow gave him a disapproving don’t-be-a-bully glance, and turned back to Angel.
“Nice to meet you Angel, what classes are you taking?” She continued to chat with Angel for a bit, and it turned out he had two classes with them.
Xander decided to save his million-and-one Angel jokes that had just shot through his head for a better time. But hey, in Xanderthink, no one can pass up the once in a lifetime chance of getting a new kid named Angel. Think of the punchlines! It would almost be sacrilegious not to have a jab or two at him, whatever that even meant.
A/N: I decided to throw Angel in just for fun. I might develop him as a character, or I might just leave him alone as new-kid-who-we-now-know-the-name-of. I haven't really thought about it yet.
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