"I know he will. Is it weird that knowing that makes me feel even worse?" Buffy scrunched her nose up, assuming that there would be yelling. "I hope he's mad. He deserves to be mad. I'm kinda worried that there'll be that hurt even when he's yelling that quadruples the guilt and the additional feelings of suck that today has yielded." She sighed.
She never liked to talk about her name. She was of the opinion that it was something better suited to a prissy rich girl or a small yappy dog. "I don't know. Something about it being a family name. Apparently someone's great grandmother was a slave, and her master was some snooty vampire who wanted her to have a 'cultured' name. I'm not sure they were successful."