‘The plan,’ Buffy shuttered. How was she possibly gonna pull this off? Dr. Marsters was no idiot and why would a man like that ever be interested in her. She’d never exactly been the type of girl to turn heads and before this year, no one had even really paid much attention to her, well, except maybe Xander. Dr. Marsters was definitely not some schoolboy with a puppy dog crush. He was a grown man, accomplished, successful, handsome… not the sort to take notice of a girl like her.
She was brought out of her thoughts by Anya moving her to stand in front of the full length mirror, Buffy’s mouth dropped open at her appearance. Her skirt was tight and short, falling just above her mid thigh and her light pink button down hugged her breasts, now enhanced thanks the new Miracle Bra that Anya had insisted she buy. Her eyes were lined with smoky grey, and her lips were a soft pink. Her hair had been newly highlighted and fell in soft curls past her shoulders.
She stared in the mirror, barely listening as the girls congratulated themselves. She was pulled from her daze when Anya smacked her on the butt. Buffy‘s eyes drifted up to meet the blondes. She noticed the small silver flask that suddenly appeared in front of her.
“Wha-what is that?” She stammered.
“A little liquid courage,” Cordelia smirked taking the flask from Anya’s hands and planting it firmly in Buffy’s.
Her eyes moved back and forth at the two girls in front of her, wanting to protest. Buffy knew she wasn’t much of a drinker and this could be really bad, but she didn’t feel as if she were in any position to object. She slowly brought the flask up to her lips, the harsh smell hit her immediately causing her to hesitate briefly. She sighed closing her eyes and tilted her head back, feeling the burn all the way to her stomach.
Wiping the last drip off her mouth, she handed Cordelia the empty container. The girls smiled in approval.
Anya took Buffy by the arm leading her to the door. “You’re ready! Let‘s go get our school back.”
Spike rubbed his eyes squinting at the screen before him. Snyder had made a mess of the school’s budget. He muddled through receipts and invoices noticing that his predecessor had devoted a large majority of the schools funds to the athletic program while essential supplies like books and basic classroom needs went neglected. 'What could possess a man to be so spineless?' He wondered.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the soft knock at the door, but was too focused on the work before him to pay much attention. When the knock got a little louder, more aggressive, he cursed, tossing his glasses across the desk. He stalked over to the door, wrenching it open, his face softened, raising a brow at the sight before him.
Buffy stood staring at the large wooden door before her, the nameplate weaving in and out of focus. Her whole body felt light and warm. Her small hand trembled as she raised it to knock. After a moment she knocked again, louder this time, immediately regretting it. She knew this was a mistake, but before she could get her legs to move, the door burst open with a very angry, disheveled Dr. Marsters staring back at her.
‘When did he get so sexy?’ Buffy mused to herself. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so difficult. Overwhelmed with a confidence she had never known, she sauntered into his office clipping her knee on the corner of the large mahogany chair.
“Ow,” she muttered, quickly trying to compose herself.
She turned to face Dr. Marsters “I wanted to come thank you for the other day. You know, not giving me detention?” Buffy tried her most seductive smile, twirling a stray curl with the tips of her red-painted nails.
He gave her a hard solemn stare which made Buffy suddenly self conscious. She shuffled her feet a bit eyeing the desk, remembering what she had practiced time and time again in Anya’s room. She moved towards it, to strike her seductive pose, however, she hadn’t planned on her heel getting caught on the chair propelling her forward towards the desk. She tried to catch herself with her hands but in the process sent his lamp and planner crashing to the floor.
She heard a soft chuckle behind her. ‘He is laughing at me.’
Not realizing her heel had broken, she quickly turned losing her balance just as Dr. Marsters reached her causing them both to fall with a thud to the hard floor.
For a split second Buffy was unsure what had happened, she was on the floor with Dr. Marsters on top of her. The moment froze, his face mere inches from hers. Her breath caught in her throat and a strange warmth built in her stomach. She let the heat take over her senses and felt her lips part with a soft sigh.
“Have you been drinking?!”
“Huh?” Buffy’s eyes snapped open to meet his steel blue glare.
Dr. Marsters seemed to be on his feet in one fluid movement, leaving Buffy sprawled on the floor feeling exposed. She scrambled to her feet trying to straighten her skirt and blouse.
“I asked you a question Ms. Summers. Have. You. Been. Drinking?”
Buffy could feel her face redden, her heart raced, the room began to spin. “I…I…”
Tears filled her eyes, she felt humiliated, trapped, like suddenly the walls were closing in on her. She felt the bile rise in her throat.
“I... I h-have to get to class” Buffy stammered hobbling quickly out the door.
She didn’t stop until she reached the parking lot, only pausing long enough to lose her breakfast on the blacktop then ran the rest of the way home.