The Whore & The Virgin

Chapter 3

L: Haiiiii! It's me again. I've had major writers block on everything so forgive me if this sucks.

Song for this Chapter-- Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco

Pic of Buffy dancing with Tall blonde and handsome!

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*Buffy's POV*

After the band director finally dismisses us to go home, I'm tackled by Liana.

"Jesus H. Christ L! Are you crazy?" I struggle to escape but she straddles my waist and pins me down.

I just wanna go home...

Let's try a different approach.

I replace my look of frustration to one of seductive amusement. "You know," I begin, my voice low and silky, "I don't think I mind you pinning me down L.. it's kinda..sexy." I bite my lip and fall into submissive mode.

"Ewwwwwww." She gets off of me as quickly as she can and dusts imaginary dirt off of her clothes. "You really are disgusting sometimes."

I wink at her playfully and paw at the air.

People were walking in a wide arc around us and a few were even hanging around to watch. Please don't think I'm a lesbian.. I plead mentally. I mean I'm not a lesbo but, I will admit that I've fooled around with a few girls. I consider myself 'open to suggestions'. I'll never get laid at this rate. Then again...there's always tall blonde and handsome. What was his name again? Oh well, that doesn't really matter.

"Anyway, you attacked me why exactly?" I stand, brushing grass off my butt.

She mumbles something incomprehensible.

"What was that?"

"I.." she mumbles the rest under her breath.

"Speak up deary." I smile, teasing her now.

"I..um..oh fuck it, I need your advice Buffy!"

"Wow, that must have been hard for you to say; this must be serious. C'mon." I nod towards the band room and pick up my flag. She follows beside me, sulking. Jeez, is it really that bad to have to ask for my advice? Don't I feel loved...

We put up our equipment and I sling my satchel over my shoulder as she gathers her drawstring bag. "We can talk at my place." I offer.

She groans as we head outside. "I can't, I've got to watch my little brother.. My parents are going out."

She climbs into her car and drives off without another word. Poor girl.

And a devious plan is born.

Two hours later- after a welcome shower and an hour and a half of primping- I'm out the door.

"Where are you going Bug?" My mother calls from the doorway.

"Liana's." I call back, fixing my hair one last time in my car's rearview mirror. It's a sexy little black Camaro convertible.

Me-ow.

You're probably wondering: how did a Junior from a small town highschcool end up with such a gorgeous, expensive car. Well, let's just say I'm daddy's little girl. My parents are oblivious to the devilish things I do when they've got their backs turned so all it takes is a smile and a bat of the eyelashes and they'll wrap the world in a pretty red bow and put it in my hands.

"Are you spending the night?" She asks.

I start the car and apply a thin layer of strawberry lip gloss, offering her a slight shrug of my shoulders.