She's back.
I sat on the short, waist-height brick wall that lay beyond the entrance of of the Student Union enjoying the feel of sun on my shoulders. For the first time in weeks I was completely caught up on my studying and homework. Of course I couldn't enjoy my freedom too much, as my Slayer duties had started to suffer. Which was of the bad
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I glanced back at Xander for some help, and it was clear by the hurt look he shot me that he wasn't going to be that helpful.
"Um...acting."
Xander crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow wanting to see where I was going with this one. I was so going to kill him later.
"We were acting out a scene. It's for my theatre class." I smiled and gripped Xander's arm again. "Where is she?"
He glanced uncertainly at Charlie. "She was at the Expresso Pump. It was a couple of days ago. I was going to tell..." He paused as if he thought he should maybe put some effort into it infront of a cute girl. "..telleth you...Franchesca, but I...um...was afraidth of your wratheth? ...You're um breakening my arm?"
I let go of his arm. "So what? You just thought you wouldn't tell me that the girl who tried to kill all of us is walking about Sunnydale?"
"Buf...I'm sorry," he said, looking miserable. "I just...I guess I wasn't thinking."
"You can say that again." I glanced over at Charlie who looked like she was about to run away at any moment. "And end scene," I say
feeling worry gnaw at my stomach. When's the last time I've heard from mom?
Would Faith go there first? But Xander said it'd been a couple of days...she would have sent me a message already if she wanted to. Wouldn't she?
I glanced down at Charlie's shoes. "Cute shoes," I said trying to seem upbeat. "Ready?"
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