Changes

BY: Fatamemorieslostx

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy or Angel; this is just my own little world that I made!

TIMELINE: Everyone that is of significance in this story is in 10th grade.

SUMMARY: Buffy and Angel were best friends since they were born, up until high school comes into play. Now that he realizes what a stupid decision he made leaving Buffy for other perks, will he be able to gain back her trust and friendship?

RATING: PG-13, I think, it may change...

A/N: This is a WIP, so bare with me, I have 6 chapters typed up and ready to go, but FEEDBACK is needed to get those chapters out! So hit that 'Go' button at the bottom of this page and give me a review!

A/N 2: ENJOY!

Chapter One: What Happened

Hell found me. Or rather it snuck up on me when I wasn't looking. You see, I go to what most people call public school for the rich. Yeah, sounds weird, kind of cool, not really. The world thinks you're a snob, because you go to this stupid, stuck up school. Now in all reality some of them are very stuck up like their parents, but there are also some of us who aren't stuck up and don't care about money. Like me. Oh, and my friends Willow and Xander. They are my REAL friends. Our other "friends" either got attached to another group, or left us for popularity. Nice huh? Yeah, I think so too.

You see, I used to be a part of the most beloved group in the school. Not just grade, school. There were seven of us, and all of us were best friends. Now yes, some of us were closer then others, so in all reality it was more six close friends and one best friend. The only thing is, our "close" friends were like best friends to other people. We were all very close since kindergarten. Some of us knew each other before then, but we became a group in that grade. Oh yeah, the seven of us were: Me (Buffy Summers), Angel O'Connor, Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, Cordelia Chase, Anya Jenkins, and Faith Leahne. We were all good friends, like I said, but we all had our favorite person in the group.

I had Angel, he was the greatest. We had known each other all of our lives, literally. Our mothers were best friends through high school, college, and stayed close after school. Now, granted, Angel was born a year before me, but right after I was born we knew each other. We even shared a crib according to our mothers. When we were kids, before kindergarten, we used to fall asleep in each others arms, and did even past then. Up until the day he stopped talking to me, but that's a story for another time. And I'm not proud of this, but our parents have proof. Every time, our parents would snap a picture. Talk about getting old, for us it did, but apparently not the, they loved it. When kindergarten started, nothing changed. We were best friends, even if all other boys were doing the whole 'girls have coodies' thing, Angel was never like that. The boys finally accepted me though, as they did with my other friends that I found. Willow, Cordelia, and Faith were the three girls I met that year. We were close, but none of them got as close to me as Angel was. We all stayed like that, well up until ninth grade.

We all kind of split up after that. It started back in sixth, but the final effect happened in our first year of High School. And the one behind it all was Cordelia Chase. She was jealous of me and Angel's relationship, and was constantly trying to get him to ask her out. He never really paid attention to her though, he saw her as a friend, and not a good one at that. In fact, in seventh grade Cordelia asked him to a dance, and he said he'd go with her, but when a tragedy happened at home, he canceled at the last minute for me.

Flashback

I had just gotten home from school, and the first thing I was greeted with was my parents yelling from the kitchen. I was startled, lately they had been having little fights, but all parents have those, at least that's what I thought. My parents were full out yelling, and they weren't saying the nicest things. Walking down the hallway, I looked around the corner and saw my mom was crying, and my dad had a sheet wrapped around his body. That couldn't be good. And then I saw some blonde haired woman walking down the stairs. Her hair was all messy, her makeup smeared all over her face. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened. My dad cheated on my mom, and in our house, in the middle of the day. This woman looked oddly familiar though. I didn't figure out who it was until she said my name.

"Buffy! How are you?" she asked awkwardly walking past the kitchen and my screaming parents. It was my mom's boss. My mom worked at a big art gallery in L.A. I thought she was a nice lady, but apparently I was wrong, she was messing up my family. I looked at her with a cold stare.

"How could you?" was all I could barely squeak out. Her face fell into a frown quickly and she rushed to me trying to explain, but I refused to let myself buy it.

"It was a mistake sweetie, I didn't mean too, we were talking and it just kind of happened while I was waiting for your mother. He was being so nice and-"

"Save it, I don't want to hear your excuses," I replied trying to hold back tears, "Just. Don't." With that I stormed past her and up the stairs, my parents to involved in their fight to notice I was home from school. Tonight was the night of the biggest school dance for the middle school, the Valentine's Day dance. And now I was crying my eyes out, curled up in a tight ball on my bed. Why did this have to happen today? Why not tomorrow? Or never? A few minutes after I had been crying, I picked up the phone and dialed the very familiar number of my best friend. He answered quickly, thank god, I'd hate to have his mother her me cry over the phone. I started to sob again, and chocked out, "Parents. Fighting. Need. You," and then I heard a door slam and I started to cry more knowing it was one of my parents leaving. I heard the phone click, and knew Angel was going to be here in a matter of minutes. Before I knew it, there was a soft knock on my door and Angel was walking into my room and by my side. He just gathered me into his arms and smoothed my hair as I sobbed into his shoulder. After about an hour of crying, I started to calm myself down.

"Buffy, you want to tell me what happened?" he asked. I didn't answer, just kept my face pressed against his shirt. I wanted to tell him, I really did, but I didn't want to start sobbing again. "Sweetie?" he asked. That was his nickname for me, sweetie, and he called me it all the time.

I sniffed quick and pulled away slightly so I could look at him. "He-He cheated on my mom with-with her boss," I blurted our, my eyes filling with tears again.

He pulled me close so I was crying onto his shoulder again as he said gently, "Oh sweetie that's horrible, I'm so sorry."

I nodded against his shoulder and kept talking, "When I got home, they were yelling at each other. Not just regular yelling, ears hurting, mind splitting yelling. If I would have been paying attention, I probably would have been able to hear it before I walked into the house," I explained between sobs. He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and kept whispering sweet words into my ear until my second set of sobs had subsided since he had gotten there. I looked at the clock and it was 6. One hour before the dance. "Oh Angel, you have to go, the dance starts in an hour, you have to get ready," I told him pulling back and pointing to the clock.

"No, you need me; I can't leave you now sweetie," he said sternly, leaving no room for discussion, "Just let me use the phone so I can call Cordelia that I can't go. I'm sure she'll understand."

End Flashback

To bad she didn't understand, she didn't understand at all. That's when things started to get bad, for she resented e from that night on. And now here we are, halfway through tenth grade. I'm sitting outside on one of the picnic tables with Willow and Xander, staring off into space lost in thought. My closest friend became popular, and eventually stopped talking to me last year. He won't even look at me now. Our mothers are still best friends, but we never see each other. We always make an excuse not to go to the dinners or go to the other's house. It was just him at first, but then I started it also. I don't know what I did to this day to make him leave me, but Angel O'Connor, better known as Angelus nowadays, left me for the popular life and never looked back. He's even dating me enemy, Cordelia Chase. Of course she is the most popular girl in school, instantly making Angel, I mean Angelus, the most popular guy.

Speak of the bitch, here she comes now. I swear, if you looked up the word 'bitch' in the dictionary, it would read: Refer to Cordelia Chase. I hate her. It may be harsh, but I do. I really, really do. I didn't even notice I was staring at her with a scowl evident on my face as I was thinking, but she sure did. For she quickly pulled Angel (I mean Angelus, damn!) to here, staring at me the whole time, a cocky smile on her lips. Did I mention I hate her? 'Cause I really do.

I shake myself from my daze and look back to Willow and Xander, really trying to listen to their pointless conversation about god knows what. I was trying so hard not to look at Angel, just keeping myself focused on my real friends. Unfortunately I didn't see him look at me, with regret and longing evident on his face. I never looked at him unless I had to. And I mean never. I was so convinced I hated him, and everyone knew it, even him.