Andrew doesn't want anything to do with the First.

"Get away from me, Ghost Face," Andrew said as he stepped backwards. Andrew didn't want anything to do with the First. It had tricked him into killing one of his best friends and would probably try to get him to do something like that again.

The Buffy shaped demon reached out and caressed his chest. "Oh, C'mon, Andrew. I could be any girl you want..." The first shifted shape again to one of the dead slayers... to Marilyn Monroe... to one of Andrew's classmates he had always had a crush on... and back to Buffy. "...As long as they have died..."

Andrew was freaked out by being touched by the First and forgot about the amulet around his neck. "I'm gonna tell Buffy!" he said as he turned away from the first and dashed down the hall. He ran to Buffy's room and threw open the door. After shutting the door behind him, Andrew sighed heavily and turned around to see...