A Slayer's greatest weapon- Book One- BTVS

Teacher's Pet- 3

I was in the library with Giles and Buffy, where the latter was talking to us about her hunt which she 'promised' not to go on. "You went hunting last night." Giles summed up, annoyed with her.

"Yes."

"When you assured us you wouldn't."

"Hey, Luce's the vision girl. She should have seen it coming." Both Giles and I just glared at her. "Ok, yes, I lied, I'm a bad person, let's move on."

"Did you see someone with a fork?"

"More like a jumbo claw."

"Oh. Well, uh, at least you're not hurt."

"And I saw something else. Something much more interesting than your average run-of-the-mill killer vampire."

"Oh?"

"Do you know Miss French, the teacher that's subbing for Dr. Gregory?"

"Yes. Yes, she's lovely. In a, a common, extremely well proportioned way." Giles stammered, apparently also enamoured with the new teacher.

"Well, I'm chasing Claw Guy last night, and Miss Well Proportioned is heading home. The Claw Guy takes one look at her and runs screaming for cover."

"He what? Ran away?"

"He was petrified."

"Of Miss French?"

"Uh-huh! So I'm an undead monster that can shave with my hand... How many things am I afraid of?"

"Not many. And not substitute teachers, as a rule."

"So what's her deal?" Buffy asked.

"Well she teaches students about insects for living. That practically screams "'serial killer'" I said, which made Buffy smirk.

"I think perhaps it would be a good idea if we kept an eye on her."

"Then we better get to class." Buffy said, grabbing my hand and walking us to class.

We were rushing to class, when we were stopped by Principal Flutie in the hallway. "You two were there. You saw Dr. Gregory, didn't you?"

"Um, you mean yesterday in the cafeteria when we found him..."

"Don't say dead!" Flutie cut in quickly. "Or decapitated, or decomposing, I'd stay away from D-words altogether. But you two witnessed the event, so this way, please."

"Well, no, we're going to be late for biology..." I said, as he led us away from the classroom.

"Extremely late! You two have to see a counsellor. Everyone who saw the body has to see a crisis counsellor."

"But we really don't need..."

"We all need help with our feelings. Otherwise we bottle them up, and before you know it, powerful laxatives are involved. I really believe if we all reach out to one another we can beat this thing. I'm always here if you need a hug, but not a real hug! Because there's no touching, this school is sensitive to wrong touching."

"But, we really, really don't..."

"No, you have to talk to a counsellor and start the healing. You have to heal."

"But Mr. Flutie, I..."

"Heal!"

We quickly sat down in the two chairs outside of the classroom, giving in. After he walked off, we could hear Cordelia talking to the counsellor. "I don't know what to say, it was really, I mean, one minute you're in your normal life, and then who's in the fridge? It really gets to you, a thing like that. It was... let's just say I haven't been able to eat a thing since yesterday. I think I lost, like, seven and a half ounces? Way swifter than that so-called diet that quack put me on. Oh, I'm not saying that we should kill a teacher every day just so I can lose weight, I'm just saying when tragedy strikes, we have to look on the bright side. You know?" Buffy and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes at the ridiculousness that is Cordelia Chase. "Like, how even used Mercedes still have leather seats!" Wow.