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Spoilers: For Buffy season two's "Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered"
Distribution: Fanfiction.net, the Bunny Warren, and the 500 Club. If you're interested, please let me know.
Summary: After Xander takes back his necklace, Cordelia decides she never really liked it anyway.
Author's Note: The fourteenth in the Jewel Box series, a collection of 500 word fics (in response to The 500 Club) and an idea taken from Challenge in a Can www.dymphna.challenge.com. In this case, it's Cordelia, jewelry, and furious. Doing something a little different this time and making it POV.
Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Mutant Enemy (Joss Whedon), a wonderfully creative company whose characters I have borrowed for a completely profit-free flight of fancy. Kindly do not sue me, please, as I am terrified of you. Thank you.
It was just a stupid necklace. The silver was about as real as what you find wrapped around Wrigley's gum. My neck was turning green, and green? Is so not my color. Plus the heart was lopsided, and it dented when I rolled over last night. Okay, yeah, so I was wearing it when I slept. Who cares? The point is he probably bought it at a garage sale or a flea market that sold actual fleas or one of those places that sells clothes that Willow likes. It was completely ugly. It was an embarrassing present anyway. He, like, should feel humiliated by how lame a gift it was, right?
I totally hated feeling it bang against my heart with every step. It's not like I paid any attention to it at all. I didn't run into the bathroom between classes to make sure it was hanging straight or pick my whole wardrobe around wearing something that would set it off while we were going together or hide it after we broke up. Much. And I took it off sometimes, like that one time when I was brushing my hair and the chain got caught. So I put it back on two minutes later! What's your point?
I've gotten way better presents from guys. After all, deserving them over here. That guy Michael gave me this diamond and pearl bracelet last year. Wait, maybe that was Mitchell. Or Montgomery? Still, whoever he was, he had good taste. Xander over there, big no on that. Except for picking me, of course. I mean, the dumb way he gave it to me just goes to prove it. He wrapped it around the stems of a bunch of pink carnations and shoved it into my hand on our two month anniversary of getting trapped together in Buffy's basement because of yucky-bug-guy. I mean, carnations? Please! They're the neglected step-children who sleep in the cockroach infested closet of the flower world. He may as well have given me dandelions or skunk cabbage. Okay, so, yes, I kept them in a vase in my room until they got sort of smelly because the maid forgot to change the water, and, yeah, fine, I might have cried a little because it was kind of sweet, especially when he kissed me and told me he was so happy to be with me. What of it?
So he took it back. Big whoop-de-frigging-doo. I mean, I was basically expecting it. I didn't need that thing anymore. It's over; that mental romp through Insanityville is so done. I'll find another guy in a heartbeat who'll kiss my feet and tell me he's not worthy to paint my toenails, someone way better looking and richer than Xander Harris. He's probably going to hock it to pay for comic books or trading cards or something equally loserific.
So why does it feel like he ripped out my real heart when he took away the chintzy fake one?