What we've learned here is love tastes bitter when it's gone

May 07, 2006 19:58

When I left the library after me and Fred pretty much set up a date ... er, not a date, but a little side project that she'll be working on for me, I saw Cordelia at her locker. Everything that I felt inside for her pretty much clenched up my whole chest and made my throat get all swollen. Not a good thing for the Xand Man considering I have to be, er, what's the word ... manly enough to get back that bracelet from her that I gave to her on Valentines Day. You know, the day she broke my heart and stomped on it, but took the shiny gold away with her. Just like a woman. But, I didn't care at the time, mostly because everyone was looking at me and two? Because ... I wanted her to have it. It took me forever to even find something like that and it took me even longer to be able to afford it. Yeah, I was mooching off of my friends lunches for months just so I could afford something like that and there was that job that I had for almost two seconds and ... well, let's just say, it took a lot of thought and time for that bracelet that little miss likes to break guys hearts got for Valentines Day before she broke my heart and my pride and whatever else went along with it.

With a sigh, I cut through a group of people and walked over toward her until I was right behind her ... watching her and her long hair and her ... her back and her long legs and her cute little shoes and ... right. Broke my heart. Get bracelet back.

Done and done.

Tapping her shoulder, I rubbed the back of my neck with the other hand, "So ... seen any good bracelets lately?" I asked her and let my hands fall to my sides as she turned around.

"Xander ..." She started and might I add that she was looking unlike herself ... until I guess something just snapped in her head and she had that bitchy attitude that I love so much. "What do you mean? You gave it to me," she told me matter of factly and raising her eyebrow as her hand moved up her other arm ... doing something.

Anyway, not the point.

"Yeah well, the time I gave it to you I actually thought that you were going to be better than your little friends and you know, give me a chance and actually be my girlfriend. I was wrong and nope, you're just like your friends, the whole gang of sheep ... or whatever they are," I shrugged. "Bottom line? You're not my girlfriend, so you don't get the goodies that go along with it. Bracelet, Cordelia, I need it back," I told her. I felt bad because the only reason I needed it was for the spell and I kinda couldn't tell her that because ... well, duh. After she falls in love with me, then she can have it back.

She gave me one of her bitchy looks before turning around and looking inside of her locker. Letting my eyes roam the hallways, I noticed a few people staring, but I didn't let that bother me. They'd see how everything was going to change tomorrow and I couldn't wait.

"Here," was all I heard until I looked at her again and there it was. The bracelet.

"Happy?" She asked me and I took the piece of gold and looked at it and then at her before saying," No, not really," and walking away.

That night after I had dinner with the most dysfunctional family ever, aka, my family, I finally was able to head on over to Fred's. I kept the bracelet in my pocket as I rode my bike over, which isn't really safe, but whatever. I was on a mission, vampires be damned ... you know, until they come after me and then I'd be the one damned.

When I finally got there, I laid my bike down in the driveway away from the cars before walking up to her door. I was really going to do this. This was actually going to happen and I couldn't help but sweat a little bit because this? Was big. Tomorrow Cordelia wasn't going to be ashamed of me anymore. She wouldn't care. She's love me for me and then I'd finally be happy. Until I did the whole .. breaking up with her thing. Hey, I'd have my fun before and then she was going to experience what I was going to experience.

What was I talking about? There was no way I was going to break up with her. I've wanted her for so long, I could live with the lie that it's not real.

... I think.

(open to Fred.)
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