She still didn’t understand Buffy—not that she wanted to. In fact, she was laughing about her right now on the phone as she walked to her car, jangling her keys. Buffy, who could have been one of the Cordettes, but preferred to hang around with the school’s dregs. Sick.

There must have been something in her childhood—maybe she’d been dropped on her head. Or maybe she just hid her talent at being a loser behind the sophistication imparted by living in L.A.

Cordy knew one thing for sure: she wouldn’t trade places with her for a million bucks.