I hurried through the double doors and into the school. God, it's hot out there. I'm sweating, which is so not good for my clothes. I hope that Wesley doesn't mind. Wesley, sigh. He's something. Almost like Giles, but much cuter. he's got that whole British thing going on. Which I guess is because he's from there.

Well, here they are, the doors. Should I? I wounder if I'm too dressed up. I think that a strapless, red dress isn't too dressy. More sexy. Just for Wesley. I really hope he goes for this. Maybe He'll be too stuffy to do anything. I guess I should go in now.

Here goes nothing. Wesley looks up as I swing through the doors. "Hello Cordelia. How may I help you?"

Hmm? How about letting me jump you? "I need things. Book things." This is it, he can't possible resist the charming smile on my face. "No wait!"

"Yes?"

"I need you!" Oh boy, here it comes. He's getting all flustered. Please, oh please don't get mad.

"I don't know if that's entirely legal, Cordelia." Oh, he's trying to act all important. God he's hot.

"I'm almost 18, I don't think it matters." Twirl the hair, that's a good. Come on here, just say something good. Please?

"Well, I can't agree to anything, but," he leans forward and gently places his lips on mine. Yes! Oh, he's good. He slowly pulls away, but I want more. "I don't suppose a date would hurt. What do you say to a delightful dinner at my apartment on Friday?"

"Of course. Call me." I hand him the paper in my hand and get the hell out of there. I don't want him to change his mind. I'm glad that no one else is here. They would think that I was an idiot. I'm hopping down the hallway, trying to release some of my energy. God I need to get home.