"The Last Three Letters In 'Principal' Spell 'Pal'"
Julia L. Sen

CHAPTER 3

Giles lay asleep behind the library counter. He had taken to patrolling at night since Buffy had gone, and the lack of sleep was catching up with him. When the four teens came in, arguing loudly and animatedly among themselves, he was jolted awake.

"Wha-" He adjusted his glasses on his nose. "What's going on?" he demanded, a little edgy from tiredness.

"Miss May Queen here just told Snyder where to find Buffy," Xander informed him, giving his girlfriend a pointed look.

"Newsflash for you, Xander. We don't know where she is," Cordelia said in rebuttal. "I just told him where I thought she could have gone."

"Do you think he wants to put her in jail?"

Willow looked at her friends worriedly. She didn't want anything bad to happen to any one of them. They had all been through so much together. Mr. Snyder was an evil man, though. Who knew what he wanted?

"No, he's probably just following a school protocol or something," Oz tried to assure her, taking her hand in his.

"Oh," she said, calming herself. "Good."

"Wait a minute," Giles interrupted. "What are you all talking about? Cordelia, please explain to me what has Xander so upset."

"Okay, so here's what happened. Principal Snyder called us all down to his office, during our lunch break of course, which ends in like five minutes. Anyway, he took us one by one into the office and started grilling us about where Buffy was.

"Of course, Willow and Xander didn't tell him anything because we don't even know where she is, but I just suggested he check down in LA because she lived there before she moved to Sunnydale. She might be staying with some friends or something since her mom said she didn't have enough money to make it all the way to Mexico. After that, he said he didn't need to talk to Oz, and he let us all go."

"I don't even see why she had to tell him that," Xander told the librarian. "It's not like he cares or anything. He certainly didn't care when he expelled her. That's for sure."

"Overprotective much, Xander?" Cordelia asked him.

"As a matter of fact, yes, Cordy, I am," Xander snapped at her. "When a guy's best friend is expelled and missing for a week he starts to get a little worried about her."

"Chill out, will you?" she asked, folding her arms over her chest. "What's he going to do, single her out from all the thousands of people in LA, even if she is there? Please." She scoffed. "Get real."

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