Title: I'm All In
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Their relationship would have turned out so different if they were mine.
Pairing: Buffy/Angel mainly
Distribution: Let me know where it's going!
Spoilers: This is completely AU
Rating: PG-13, probably. I'm always horrible with ratings.
Summary: Buffy's life went from picture perfect to court hearings before she even realized it was happening, can her punishment turn into the best thing that ever happened to her?
Chapter 1: Juvenile Delinquent
Joyce Summers sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since getting into the car. She couldn't believe what a turn their life had taken in the last few years. Once upon a time they had the perfect life, she was the wife to a senior partner at Wolfram & Hart Attorneys at Law and stay at home mom to a well behaved straight B Middle School student. Turning to look at her daughter, Joyce sighed and shook her head, now she was a divorced struggling gallery owner and mother to a juvenile delinquent that was failing the eleventh grade. "Buffy…"
"No." Buffy adjusted her sunglasses and crossed her arms over her chest.
Joyce took a deep breath. "We have to talk about this, Buffy."
Buffy rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, shaking her head softly to move her blonde hair out of her face. "We really don't." The teenager responded, annoyed.
Joyce slowed her old jeep down and pulled to the side of the road. She hated that jeep but it was the only thing she could afford after her ex-husband, Hank, wouldn't allow her to have her Mercedes or Buffy to take her Porsche after the divorce. Not that it mattered, Buffy had gotten her license taken away by a judge after she got in trouble once again with her friends.
Turning to look at her daughter, Joyce gave her a stern look. "Buffy Anne Summers, if you don't want to talk then I will talk. This has GOT to stop! This is the third school is two years and I refuse to let you get kicked out of this one! You will do community service or whatever else it is that Principal Snyder wants you to do!" Buffy used to be so full of life, the typical bubbly blonde cheerleader but now, Joyce couldn't remember when the last time her daughter smiled was. "I just don't understand why you can't stay out of trouble."
"Maybe we aren't moving far enough away from Pike, Benny and Faith." Buffy shrugged, unimpressed.
"Buffy, you know the deal. We have to stay close enough to Los Angeles so that you can see your father whenever you want to." Joyce said, slightly more gently.
Buffy turned to look at her mother. "Yeah, well, he doesn't want to see me, so we can move to another country if we wanted to."
Joyce shook her head, they had moved to three different towns that surrounded Los Angeles. Buffy had gotten kicked out of two of those school and they recently moved to Sunnydale, California three months earlier and she had already gotten enough strikes to be kicked out of school. Luckily, Joyce had talked the principal down and he agreed not to kick her daughter out of school, as long as she did community service of his choosing. One thing her daughter was right about was her ex-husband, he hadn't showed any interest in seeing their daughter since he told her that he was leaving her. "I'm sure your father is just busy, but as soon as he can, he will visit you."
"It's been almost a year since we have heard from dad without a lawyer present." Buffy reasoned.
Joyce nodded, she couldn't deny that. "He just has a lot going on, Sweetie. We need to make it work here, I think we could both be happy here and the gallery has real potential."
Buffy rolled her eyes. She loved her mom and hated that she was putting her mom through all this, she just couldn't seem to stay away from the new friends she had made when she was still living in Los Angeles. Faith, Pike and Benny always seemed to find their way to wherever Buffy was living and they would fall into bad habits but she could tell her mom liked it in the small town and the previous owner of the Art gallery had given the business to her mother when he decided to retire and move to Florida. "Whatever."
"I really think you shouldn't have any contact with Pike and Benny." Joyce said, slowly pulling the old jeep back onto the road.
"Just Pike and Benny?" Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest again. "What about Faith?"
Joyce shook her head. "I don't think Faith is a bad kid, she just fell into the wrong crowd, just like you did."
A short, sarcastic laugh escaped the young blonde's lips. Her mom didn't know half of the stuff that Faith had done or how much of an influence Faith had been on her. Buffy shook her head, looking down at her black leather pants and black leather jacket she was wearing, Faith had given them to her a few months ago when she and her mother had been living in Victorville, California. "What is it?"
Joyce looked to her daughter quickly then back to the road. "What is what?"
"What did the tro…" Buffy stopped herself from finishing her sentence, she knew her mother didn't like it when she called the principal of Sunnydale High a troll. "Snyder say that I had to do?"
"He didn't." Joyce answered. "He said he will come up with something and make arrangements and then get back to me."
Buffy rolled her eyes again.
Buffy walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, she was hoping that her mom was still at work because she just couldn't deal with hearing her mom tell her what a disappointment her behavior was. She let out a sigh when she saw her mom standing at the kitchen island chopping vegetables. She didn't know if she could handle talking to her mom about it. Relief washed over the teenager when her mother didn't say anything, quickly she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and turned to leave before her luck ran out.
"Why?" Joyce asked her daughter simply.
Buffy closed her eyes, close but no dice. She should have just drank water from the upstairs bathroom. "Why what?"
Joyce shrugged. "Why did you have to get into yet another fight at school? You knew it was your last chance and you did it anyway."
She had every intention of ignoring her mother but when she looked into the older woman's eyes, she couldn't. "He grabbed my ass. Again." She replied before heading back to her room. That Larry kid was always grabbing girls and making perverted comments, he was so in your face about it too, much more than the other guys at school. It made her wonder if he was trying too hard to cover up the fact that he was actually gay. Or he really was just an ass.
Buffy sat in the front seat of her mother's old jeep, once again with her large sunglasses covering her eyes and her arms folded across her chest. She had gotten in an argument with her mother right before they had left the house, her mother had refused to let her leave the house in the low-cut shirt, short skirt and leather jacket she had been wearing. After 25 minutes of arguing she changed into what her mother had told her to wear, blue jeans and a pink t-shirt, but being the defiant teenager, she was, she kept the leather jacket. Her mom was seriously on edge ever since the troll had called to inform her mother of what it was that Buffy had to do in able to stay in school. She wouldn't tell Buffy though. Pulling up to a building, Buffy gasped, lean forward to get a better look at the red letters on the front of the building then quickly turned to her mother in shock. "You have GOT to be kidding me! No!" Buffy shouted. "There is NO WAY IN HELL, I am going in there!"
"You have to if you want to stay in school, Buffy." Joyce said quietly.
"I don't want to stay in school!" Buffy shouted again. "Who needs school? George Foreman dropped out of school when he was in the ninth grade! And Henry Ford…"
"You aren't George Foreman or Henry Ford." Her mother sighed before looking at the building. "You are my daughter, and you WILL graduate from high school, get into a good college and get a good enough job to support yourself and me in my old age."
Buffy let out a frustrated scream when her mother reached in front of her and opened the door for her. "Aretha Franklin…"
"You are Buffy Summers" Joyce said pointing to the open door. "She who must do community service if she wants to live to see another year."
Buffy's eyes widened in her mother's direction, her mother just threatened to kill her, which she didn't doubt the older woman would do if she kept behaving like she had been, but she was pretty sure if she walked into the building she would die anyway.
A/N: I know this was really short and it's been a while since I posted, but I'm still working on my other stories, I have just been really busy and experiencing a little writers block. I am going to try to get as much of this story done as I can in the next month before my classes start up again. I will get started on chapter 2 tomorrow and it will be longer than this one! Please review!