Talk About Sex
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He opened the door cautiously. This was his place. Everyone know that. If someone was looking for him, this was one of the best places to find him. This was his refuge from the oestrogen-laden habitat that was the Slayer Academy. That was the point. Everyone knew. Including her
He was currently hiding from her
had just gotten hold of the latest issue of 'Cosmo' or 'Girlfriend', or something, and it had this wonderful article entitled 'Maybe He's Bi, But Doesn't Know It!' Which, apparently, was the reasoning behind that little fiasco she
called a date. Which she
was not apologising for. She'd known exactly what would happen, and she still
wasn't apologising. 'Cause he might be bi, but not know it. And it was her duty
as his friend to help him explore his sexual identity.
He already had his fall-back bolt-hole planned (thank you, Giles.) He just needed to update The List before he made his retreat. The room looked clear, so he dashed in and pulled the paper down. He was just in the act of pinning it back up when she
appeared. Now was the time to be manly! He stood up straight, squared his shoulders, and waited for her to approach. As soon as she was close enough, he pointed to the list, dodged around her, and was out the door.
As he raced towards the library, he heard her words float out, “Xander, you bloody wimp.”