NEVER MESS WITH SPIKE!
"Hey, where's Janet?" Chris said halfway through Media Lit. class.
"What?" Nikki was being oblivious to everything again, she had a habit of spacing out.
"Nothing," Chris replied not really interested himself. Just as he was forgetting his question, in barged Janet, dressed in some black leather pants and a halter top.
"Did I miss anything?" She asked, not really caring for the answer. It was just her greeting. She walked into the small dark room slowly, "I brought a guest with me."
"No, not today, no guests," Mr. Damn-I-can't-think-of-his-name-this-late-teacher-person was strangely stressed out that morning.
"I think you're going to have to make an exception for me," the bleached blond older man walked into the room. His voice was tinged with a London accent.
Gregg (FAITH IS NOT DEAD) Rollo, gasped, his mouth hanging wide open, "You're—you're..." He pointed to the guest.
"Yeah," Janet said, wrapping her arm around Spike, "It's Spike." Spike smiled warmly at her, even though he was evil, he still had his good moments. "Oh, Spike-y… That's Chris in the Dragonball Z shirt in the back… He's the one who said he could take you."
Spike moved across the room, "Chris," He said with semi-controlled anger. "This is your chance, let's see who has the biggest wrinklies."
"Uh...uh..." Chris stared up at the huge vampire, "Maybe later... yeah, later…?" Gregg was in the next row, watching interestedly, this fight would be somewhat enjoyable to watch. He knew there was a reason he had come to class that day instead of cutting out to gol neck with his girlfriend, Kate.
"Hey, Spike, you single?" Nikki asked from a few seats up. Sex, as usual, was the one thing on her mind.
"Nikki?"
"Yes, Janet?"
"Don't even think about it." Janet warned.
Spike looked at Chris, "Come on Human, you still want to take me on?"
"Yeah, I think I can." Chris jumped from his seat into a fighting position. Grabbing a pokeball, he yelled, "I choose you Charmander…"
The ball rolled across the floor as he threw it. It just lay there, looking dead. "Damn! That's the wrong one!" He always got the fake toy and the real one mixed up. Remembering the real pokeball was at home, in his messy room somewhere, he turned to Spike, "Rain check?…"
"Yeah," Spike walked to the front of the room, having proved himself, "Thought so…"
Spike picked up Janet and carried her out of the room, stopping at the door.
"I'll be cutting for the rest of the period… Sorry, I've got better things to do…"
"I'm going to write you up if you leave," The teacher warned, just before they left.
Spike growled at him, showing his vamp face.
"Or not."
-The End-
"Hey, where's Janet?" Chris said halfway through Media Lit. class.
"What?" Nikki was being oblivious to everything again, she had a habit of spacing out.
"Nothing," Chris replied not really interested himself. Just as he was forgetting his question, in barged Janet, dressed in some black leather pants and a halter top.
"Did I miss anything?" She asked, not really caring for the answer. It was just her greeting. She walked into the small dark room slowly, "I brought a guest with me."
"No, not today, no guests," Mr. Damn-I-can't-think-of-his-name-this-late-teacher-person was strangely stressed out that morning.
"I think you're going to have to make an exception for me," the bleached blond older man walked into the room. His voice was tinged with a London accent.
Gregg (FAITH IS NOT DEAD) Rollo, gasped, his mouth hanging wide open, "You're—you're..." He pointed to the guest.
"Yeah," Janet said, wrapping her arm around Spike, "It's Spike." Spike smiled warmly at her, even though he was evil, he still had his good moments. "Oh, Spike-y… That's Chris in the Dragonball Z shirt in the back… He's the one who said he could take you."
Spike moved across the room, "Chris," He said with semi-controlled anger. "This is your chance, let's see who has the biggest wrinklies."
"Uh...uh..." Chris stared up at the huge vampire, "Maybe later... yeah, later…?" Gregg was in the next row, watching interestedly, this fight would be somewhat enjoyable to watch. He knew there was a reason he had come to class that day instead of cutting out to gol neck with his girlfriend, Kate.
"Hey, Spike, you single?" Nikki asked from a few seats up. Sex, as usual, was the one thing on her mind.
"Nikki?"
"Yes, Janet?"
"Don't even think about it." Janet warned.
Spike looked at Chris, "Come on Human, you still want to take me on?"
"Yeah, I think I can." Chris jumped from his seat into a fighting position. Grabbing a pokeball, he yelled, "I choose you Charmander…"
The ball rolled across the floor as he threw it. It just lay there, looking dead. "Damn! That's the wrong one!" He always got the fake toy and the real one mixed up. Remembering the real pokeball was at home, in his messy room somewhere, he turned to Spike, "Rain check?…"
"Yeah," Spike walked to the front of the room, having proved himself, "Thought so…"
Spike picked up Janet and carried her out of the room, stopping at the door.
"I'll be cutting for the rest of the period… Sorry, I've got better things to do…"
"I'm going to write you up if you leave," The teacher warned, just before they left.
Spike growled at him, showing his vamp face.
"Or not."
-The End-