by Cherry Avenger
DISCLAIMER - no money, done for the love and praise. Hope you all like it. This is different compared to the Buffyverse, but i thought it was a good idea. Willow isnt in the first part or 2 but i will get her involved
Spoilers - none
rated pg for language
Part 1
The house of 1710 Revello Dr. was total chaos. Opened boxes cluttered the halls and various household items were strewn about the furniture. A boy of 17 knelt in the entry way double checking the contents of his backpack. When he was sure he had everything, he stood and grabbed his blue and silver letterman's jacket from the hooks by the door. Putting it on, he turned to yell back up the stairs. "Tara Maclay! This is the last time I'm telling ya. Get down here, or you'll be walking to school."
An older blond woman walked down the stairs in a long sleeve shirt and jeans. "Donnie, I hear you yell like that again, and you will be the one walking to school. Got me?" she stated in a firm quiet voice as she pulled long blond hair back into a pony tail.
"Yes, Mom," Donnie replied, looking down at the floor, "but she is taking forever. I've called her like 4 times."
"I've heard," Kathryn Maclay said with a lop sided grin. She ran her fingers through his semi-shaggy sandy blond hair. "Donnie, you know that moving here has been very hard on her."
"It's been hard on me, too." He glanced down on his wristwatch. "And if we don't leave soon, we'll be late."
She picked up his bag from the floor and handed it to him. "Go and get the car warmed up. I'll make sure she's down in a minute." She kissed on the forehead as he headed out the door.
Hurricane Tara was ripping through the few boxes stil unpacked. "I c-c-can't f-find it! W-w-where is at?" The knock at door went unheard.
Kathryn poked her head in and found Tara near to tears. "Goodness, Tara. What's the matter?" she asked as she pulled her frantic 13 year old daughter into her arms. "Breathe, Baby, deep breath," she soothed as she caressed blonde hair so like her own.
Tara calmed down enough to easily say, "I can't find it, Mommy."
"Find what, Sweetie?"
"G-grandma's ring. It was in my jewelry box when I packed. I can't find it now." The young girl rubbed her eyes and looked up into her mother's face. "I w-wanted to w-wear it today for luck."
"Sweetie, listen to me. I will find it for you. In the mean time..." Kathryn pulled a small pair of emerald earrings off her ears. "I want you to wear these today instead."
"I love you, Mom." Tara said as she hugged her mother tightly. She pulled away and put on the earrings.
"Your brother's in the car. You better go before you both are late." She smiled as Tara jumped up, grabbed her backpack, and took off down the stairs.
"All right, people, quiet down now!" the burly Coach Hemrin yelled at the surrounding Eighth graders. "Since it is raining outside today, we'll stick inside the gym. You'll either be playing basketball or walking around the courts." He smirked at the collective groan of the students. "There is no sitting in P.E. Now sit down while I take roll."
After attendance was taken, Tara walked around the gym, lost in her own thoughts. Occasionally she watched the other kids who had chosen to play basketball. Though not one to avoid physical activities, she was glad to avoid basketball. Nope, not coordinated enough for it, she thought to herself. Plus she wore her her jeans and light blue long sleeve blouse, since she didn't have any P.E. clothes yet, and didn't want them messed up. Her eyes went to girls in front of her. They were giggling and pointing at various boys on the courts. I just don't get it, she thought as she looked at one of the guys the girls were gaga over. Why do they find him so cute? I don't.
Looking down at her watch, she saw that there was about 20 minutes left in the class period. Pulling her schedule out of her pocket, she scanned over the rest of the day. English, History, P.E. done. Just have Lunch, Art, Science, and Algebra left. She didn't notice that the girls in front of her had stopped walking to cheer for one blonde guy in particular and bumped into them.
"Hey! Watch out where I'm going," sneered one of the blonde girls.
"S-s-sorry. I d-didn't s-s-s-see you s-stop," Tara stammered out, clearly embarassed. The group of girls just looked at her and burst into giggles. Tara turned away and kept on walking, willing herself not to cry. Keeping well ahead of those girls as she continued her circuit around the courts, she glanced at her watch again. There was only a few more minutes left before the couch would send everyone into the lockerrooms to change.
She looked up and noticed that the only guy not playing basketball was walking a few feet in front of her. Maybe he is as uncoordinated as me, she thought as she studied him. He was taller than her, lanky in body. It happened as she was looking at his gelled and spikey dark hair. A basketball hit him extremely hard on the side of head, and the momentem knocked him off his feet. The young man was holding his head as Tara ran to his side. "Y-you okay?" she asked worriedly. She checked around for Coach Hemrin and found him talking to a group of boys on the other side of the gym. "I'll go get some help," she assured the dark haired boy as she made to get up.
The boy grabbed her arm to stop her. "Don't," he told her. Just then she saw another boy, the one the gaggle of girls had been cheering for, retrieve the offending ball.
"Aww...is little Xander okay? Did the big bad ball hurt him?" the boy laughed as he stood over Xander and Tara. "You should learn to watch out for balls." He bent low and glared at the hurt boy. His mouth drew up into a sneer as he said, "Little faggot." He straightened and moved to return to his game.
Tara was shocked. She had never seen such a display of hate and malice. Yet from somewhere deep inside of her, out came such righteous indignation. "Takes one to know one," she claimed loud and clear enough for everyone to hear.
The hateful boy turned back around to her in anger. He might have thrown the ball at Tara, too, had the coach not yelled at that moment, "Alright people. Lockerrooms now. Change and get to your next class." His eyes gazed steadily at the blonde boy. "Move it, now!"
The boy turned around and threw his basketball in the bin with the others. He left without looking back at anyone. Tara started to help Xander, but the dark haired boy shrugged her off. "I'm fine," he said bitterly, without looking at Tara. He stormed off towards the lockerrooms.
"S-s-sorry," she said to his retreating back.
I'm never gonna have any friends, Tara thought as she pretended to read while eating her lunch. I keep pissing off everyone I meet. Losing her appetite, she threw the rest of her lunch into her bag for later. She returned to her book, but even Taran miraculously finding the sword Drynwyn and finally slaying the Cauldron-Born held no interest for her. Her mind wandered over to the table in the corner where the blonde haired boy held court with his friends, and the fawning girls tried to get his attention.
Caught up in her thoughts, Tara didnt notice Xander approach her table. "Hey," he greeted softly. Tara gazed up at him with wide blue eyes. "Um," he started as he noticed her worried look, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and to say thanks." He turned to leave.
Tara wasn't sure what to say, but she didn't want him to walk off again. "Y-you want to s-sit?" she asked suddenly. Xander turned back around and smiled as he sat down. "Tara Maclay", she stated as she held out her hand.
"Xander Harris." He shook the proffered hand. "Good book?" he asked.
"Yeah, I've read it a couple of times. It's the last one in a series." she told him comfortably.
"Cool. So you're new here." He looked expectantly at her.
"Yep." She put her book back into her backpack with her unfinished lunch. "Just moved here last week."
"Where from?"
"Portland, Oregon. My dad got transfered down here. What about you?" she asked.
"Born and raised here in good ol' Sunnydale. Live over on Cypress."
"I'm on Revello Dr. Got any brothers or sisters?"
"A little sister...now." He became a little quiet. "Had an older brother, but he was killed in a car crash a couple of years ago."
"I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't mean..."
The dark haired boy interrupted, a small smile on his face, "It's cool. What about you? Sibs?"
"My brother Donny is a junior at the high school. He's hoping that he can still get on the football team."
The bell rang signifying the end of lunch. "What do you have now?" Xander asked as they both got up and exited the cafeteria.
"Art with McConnell in room 113." she answered as she looked at her schedule again.
"That's down that way, around the corner, and past the teacher's lounge. What about after that?" Xander pointed her way.
"Um, Science with Treptick."
"I'll save you a seat then. See ya, Tara." Xander called as he made his way in the opposite direction. Smiling widely, Tara turned and walked down the hallway.
"It's really nice of you to walk me home, Xander," Tara smiled a lop sided grin at him. The two of them walked along the wet sidewalk. "I guess my brother managed to get on the football team. Otherwise, he would have picked me up." She giggled. "I don't think I would've known how to get home."
"It's cool. My house is just 2 streets over. It's a good thing the rain let up." He nudged her shoulder as he grinned back at her.
They continued along both in their own thoughts. Tara broke the comfortable silence when she remembered, "Hey, this Sunday is my birthday, and my mom said i could invite any friends i make over for cake and ice cream. Would you like to come?"
Xander looked quite pleased at first, but then sombered a little. "You sure you want to be friends with the town 'faggot'?" he asked as he made quote marks with his fingers.
"Are you? Gay, I mean," she asked shyly as she pushed stray hair behind her ears. "I so don't like that other word. It's an awful thing to call someone. Who was that guy, anyways?"
"Yeah, I hate that word, too. And the guy's name is Liam," He hesitated before answering her first question, "I don't know about being gay. All the guys at school act like I am. It's still kinda confusing." He shrugged his shoulders. His dark eyes clouded over for a moment.
Tara stopped walking and turned to face the dark haired boy. "Xander, I would love to be your friend, if you let me. It doesn't matter who you like to me." She beamed at him and hoped that he would accept her offer of friendship.
Smiling back at her, he asked, "What time do want me over on Sunday?"
TBC
Edited by: Cherry Avenger at: 11/21/03 8:18 pm
...i like it!!
such a great start! can't wait till the next update...sounds like tara might actually have a nice family? maybe? hopefully? i also love the interaction between xander and tara. well i can't wait to read more...awesome fic so far!!
Aine
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) can't wait to read some more update-y goodness from this fic.
. Love sammi xx