Disclaimer: BtVS and all of its characters belong to whoever they belong to. This isn't a spec script, I just find it easier to write this way. Sure, it may be more helpful to my English skills to write in ways that aren't as easy, but I have but one thing to say to that: Nuts.
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Part Two
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08 - THE HALLWAYS
(Willow and Xander are walking to class, talking as they go.)
WILLOW: I didn't realize it was such a sore subject with you, is all.
XANDER: Well, you know, you fall in love, you get invited to their place, and then your head almost gets bitten off. I'm into foreplay as much as the next guy, but-
(Xander stops short. He stares at the drinking fountain suspiciously.)
WILLOW: What?
XANDER: That drinking fountain... I don't trust it.
WILLOW: (worried) Are you sure you're okay? I know the ball didn't hit you in the head, but...
XANDER: I'm going in. Cover me.
WILLOW: Cover you... as you attack a drinking fountain?
(Xander walks up to the drinking fountain. He presses down on the lever, and more brown gunk emerges from the faucet. Principal Snyder appears out of nowhere (as usual).)
SNYDER: (briefly) No loitering. (he sees the fountain flowing) Well, Mister Harris? Are you going to take a drink, or are you going to help contribute to the drought?
XANDER: (looks at the crud flowing from the fountain). No, the water looks a little too... brown for me today.
SNYDER: That brownness says that the water is filled with vitamins and minerals. If you won't take a drink, I will.
WILLOW: I'm not sure that's a good ide-
SNYDER: You kids think you know it all, don't you? Think you don't need those vitamins? You'll be sorry when you're old and grey and you can't move a muscle without snapping one of your brittle bones.
(Xander moves out of the way. He exchanges a "Uh-oh" look with Willow as Principal Snyder bends down to take a sip.)
SNYDER: Ahhh... riboflavin. Nectar of the gods.
WILLOW: Huh. (hurriedly) Well, we have to get to class now. We're covering the trapezoid today in Geometry.
XANDER: Yeah, and if you don't hurry, the good seats get taken by all the math gee- (Willow looks at him) -uys.
(As they leave, Principal Snyder turns and looks after them. His eyes flash red.)
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09 - HISTORY CLASS
(The class is taking the test, heads bowed down over their papers. The jock, who happens to be in the same class as Buffy, begins to shake violently. Buffy looks up from her test in exasperation, and notices his odd behavior. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can say a word, the jock slumps over in his seat. The students, hearing the noise of the jock hitting the floor, look up. Someone shrieks. )
BUFFY: (quietly, to herself) Just wouldn't be an ordinary day in Sunnydale without a dead body, would it?
CORDELIA: (hasn't noticed the jock, her voice raising) I cannot *concentrate* with all this noise! Could you save your screaming until... (she trails off, and looks up for the first time).
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10 - GEOMETRY CLASS
(The teacher is talking about something geometry related, but seems to be failing at keeping the class' attention. Xander is doodling on a piece of paper, head down on his desk. Even Willow isn't paying much attention. An aide enters the room and gives a note to the teacher, who looks it over.)
TEACHER: Xander (At the mention of his name, Xander sits upright and looks around confused, jarred out of whatever he was thinking about) and Willow, Principal Snyder wants to see you in his office. (Xander nearly jumps out of his seat in his eagerness to get out of class. Willow takes the note, and they leave.)
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11 - THE HALLWAYS
WILLOW: Why does Principal Snyder want to see us?
XANDER: Off the top of my head? Maybe he wants to apologize for the curt way he treated us- (Willow shoots him an incredulous look, and he doesn't finish his sentence) He could be banishing me to the lake of fire for all I care, just *anything* to get out of that class.
WILLOW: You're really going to love Trig next year, Xander.
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12 - MAIN OFFICE
(Willow hands the note to the receptionist.)
RECEPTIONIST: Take a seat, Principal Snyder will call you in as soon as he's ready.
(They sit down. Xander, having now recognized the potential danger that being called to the Principal could bring about, looks nervous. He picks up a magazine and tries to read it. After a few seconds, he drops the magazine back on the table. The noise seems louder in the eerily quiet office. The receptionist looks up at him, startled.)
XANDER: Sorry.
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13 - HISTORY CLASSROOM
(The class has been emptied, save the jock, who apparently didn't die but merely passed out. He's sitting up, and a pair of paramedics are giving him the once-over.)
PARAMEDIC: What happened?
(The jock, not answering, gets to his feet.)
2ND PARAMEDIC: You'd better sit. You're in no condition to be walking around.
(he grabs the jocks' shoulder, and attempts to guide him to a seat. The jock worms his way out of the paramedics' grasp. The other paramedic gets up to help restrain him. The jocks' eyes flash (and remain) red. He snarls, grabs both paramedics, and slams them into each other. They collapse. The jock backs up, gets a running start, then jumps through the closed window, sending glass scattering across the floor. Fade out.)
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END PART TWO
There ya go. I don't know when I'll be able to get the next part out... school is literally killing me. I'm working on it, though.
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