Choices, Choices

Moving on and completely pushing the memory of the sensation of his balls being used as target practice for flamethrowers, Xander knew he had to decide on what to do next.

Looking up at the clock, there was still 40 minutes left of class.

It actually surprised him that he'd managed to do all of those changes in around 5 minutes.

Leaning back into his chair, Xander paused.

What exactly did he want to do, anyway? He was still pretty pissed off at what had happened with the fluke. Yeah, he and Willow had kissed (and felt each other up, and had probably been close to having sex together if they'd never been found out) but he felt that everyone's reaction to it was more than a little unfair.

Oz had taken Willow back pretty easily, and while he hadn't been happy with Xander, he at least hadn't held a grudge for very long. But then again, it was Oz. The dude was always so laid back and chill that Xander wasn't sure if there was anything that could actually keep him pissed off for long.

XANDER on the other hand.... well, everyone was still pissed off at him for it. Cordelia had dumped him (in public, on VALENTINE'S DAY of all days), Willow still had trouble looking him in the eye or even talking to him outside of the library when they were trying to save people's lives, and Buffy still gave him the stink-eye whenever she thought he wasn't looking.

With 40 minutes left of class, he figured there was probably enough time to do 1 or 2 major changes like what he'd already done. Because of that, though, he'd have to choose carefully.

Even if he felt guilty about it, the thought of Willow now made his dick give a salute more times than the Soldier had ever stood at attention. OF course, he'd never try to get **** on Willow or anything. Even if she'd been giving him the silent treatment lately, there wasn't a chance in hell that he'd make her go through what he'd been getting from the group. Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't make it so that she'd REALLY been missing some of the stuff that they'd done, right?

Aside from that, well, his plan to get back at Cordy for dumping him and shattering his heart in public hadn't actually done what it was supposed to. Magic hadn't done the job right, but that didn't mean that he couldn't get it done with the Master PC, right?

Buffy also had no right to be mad at him in the first place. It didn't take her long at all to forgive Willow, but she was still pretty pissed off at Xander. It didn't even make sense! Xander knew that the petite Slayer didn't care about Cordelia at all, and she wasn't exactly sad about the fact that her Xander-shaped friend wasn't in a relationship with the head cheerleader anymore. Maybe she wasn't actually mad at all. What if she'd just been jealous that Willow had been the one to down and dirty with him?

Then there was Faith. She dragged him in for sex (not that he was exactly unwilling), then kicked him out onto the street with only a bedsheet! His wallet had been in his jeans, and it was pretty obvious that he wasn't getting anything from her room, so it wasn't like he'd be able to call a cab back!

Xander frowned. Honestly, that wasn't the worst part of it, though. Well, at least to him. The worst part was that it was done and over with in 10 seconds! She'd used him like a dildo, got off, and then threw him out butt naked onto the street before he could even finish!

His hands hovered over the keyboard as he thought about what to type in next.