TITLE: The game of love
SUMMARY: 'Afraid to lose Summers?' Spike asked her wittingly. What started as a dare evolves into a game but games among enemies never end well, do they?
Hello everybody :D
So this is my first Spuffy fanfic. After reading hundreds of them, I decided to write one of my own. So I am actually a newbie Buffy fan since I only started the series a few weeks back. And after watching it, I became completely smitten with Spike's character and I just love the Spike and Buffy relationship.
Anyways this is a High school fanfic so everybody is human. It basically starts with Buffy and Spike hating each other but somehow starting out a game of dares. For now this story is rated T (since it's only the first chapter). You'll find also all the other characters we so love very much.
I hope you'll like it Reviews are very much appreciated and always make me smile.
Read and Enjoy!
CHAPTER 1 – The game of colonization
Buffy did not hate many things in life but one of the things she truly despised was Monday mornings. She always found herself tired from going to bed way to late the night before and the remaining headache of her usual hangovers after her Saturday nights spent at the Bronze did not help her state of exhaustion. That Monday morning when her alarm stroke 7:00, she found herself cursing, head in her pillow.
Then there was the life shattering question which left her pondering for about fifteen minutes every single morning: what I am going to wear today? That day, Buffy threw on a baby blue mini-skirt, albeit still appropriate length wise for school and completed her attire with a white blouse and a black leather jacket. Although it was California, Octobers tended to get chilly in Sunnydale.
She gave a quick glance at the alarm on her desk. Shoot! It was 7:45 already! She ran down the stairs to the kitchen where her mom and her little sister where having a heated conversation, apparently pertaining to cereal brands.
'No Mom, albeit it says its 'healthy', cornflakes don't taste like anything and I feel like a rabbit every time I eat it with the way it makes a 'crunch' sound in your mouth. Cheerios on the other hand are real tasty cereals. Plus they are cool and round.'
'Oh please darling, these are not cereals they are chemicals. I mean cereals are not supposed to be blue or pink for that matter.' Joyce then noticed Buffy's presence. 'Oh hello darling. Want some breakfast? You should hurry though, it's already 7:45.'
'Yeah want some REAL breakfast? Here have Cheerios.' Dawn said shooting a witty grin at her mother who just rolled her eyes, albeit amused by her youngest daughter.
'Thanks I'll just grab a cereal bar. I have History in first period; really don't want to miss it.'
'Really don't want miss it? Or really don't want to miss a minute with Mr. Wesley Whyndam-Pryce?'
Buffy blushed to her sister's teasing remark.
'Oh please I- I am so not... I mean he's…'
'Oh please Buffy the entire female school population is totally in love with him. Plus mumbling? Not the most convincing argument.' Dawn raised an eyebrow.
'Oh is he the gorgeous British one who spoke at the conference?'
Dawn nodded. 'Oh then I totally understand you darling. The man is gorgeous with his deep piercing eyes and his voice just made me...'
'Okay Mom, too much information to process so early on a Monday morning! Anyways must go. Have a nice day!' She gave a mother a quick kiss on the cheek and she was out the door. Joyce smiled at the sound of the front door closing.
'Dawn you should really hurry too. Finish off your bowl of chemicals and I'll drop you off.'
'Well at least I don't eat something that is given to farm animals.' Joyce gave her daughter a playful slap on the shoulder letting out a giggle at the same time.
[...]
Buffy cursed silently her locker as once again he decided that the good way for her to start the day was to not open and be bookless for her classes of the day. In a wave of anger she gave it a violent pull, managing to break the lock in the process. 'Now that's just perfect' she thought.
However her day turned brighter as her attention was caught by a particular person. She bit her bottom lip and leaned her back against her now broken locker. She sighed at how perfect the professor was; carrying his books with his perfect muscular arms. Mr. Wesley was talking to Mr. Giles, another professor who taught biology. He ran one of his hands in his black hair while letting out a chuckle. Oh his smooth perfect hair, how she wished she could run her hand in his hair.
She was suddenly pulled out of her daydream by a voice next to her.
'Oh if looks could ravish, I believe our History teacher would be naked and satisfied in a second with the way you're staring at him right now.'
Buffy already felt anger and annoyance raving through her veins at the British accent she so well knew.
'Spike.' She hissed under breath giving him an angry glare. 'Are you genetically programmed to annoy me or is just one of your many talents?'
'Well I believe it just comes naturally and adds something to my charm. Don't you think?'
'Oh yes and let's not forget to your extreme modesty.'
Spike gave her signature grin. God she hated that cocky annoying sexy grin! Sexy? No not sexy! Never sexy! Just plain annoying and so arrogant!
Spike approached her, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with mischief, looking directly in hers. She could feel the anger spark through their bodies as he approached her. The air was filled with tension and she found herself filled with many urges that she couldn't quite identify. One of them was punching him, now that she was sure of.
'Spike now do you have something to add please say it and then get out of my way before I hurt you because right now I'm really fighting off the urge to punch you.'
'Now love that's not very nice. But you know.' He got closer. Too close to her liking. He leaned to her ear, his hot breath sending shills down her spine. 'If you have something for British guys we could always arrange something.'
Now that was it! She violently pushed him off her and controlled her urge to hit him in the process as she knew detention was not something she wanted to have, especially on a Monday morning.
'You are such a pig! God I hate you.'
'Well the feeling is mutual love. Well I'll let you get your rocks off by watching our History teacher.'
She wanted to throw something at him but at the last moment she found best not to destroy her History manual when it is was only the beginning of the first trimester.
The school bell echoed through the corridors and Buffy hurried to class, still with fire of anger sparkling in her eyes. She was greeted by a small red head waving at her. She took place next to her.
'God you look like you are about to hit something are you okay?' Willow asked raising one eyebrow to Buffy's angry attitude.
Buffy had met Willow in primary school and they had been inseparable ever since. Although Willow had always been the brainy type, Buffy was glad to have her as her friend as she had always been a life saver when it came to school work.
'Good morning girls!' a cheerful voice erupted in front of them. Too cheerful if you asked Buffy, for a Monday morning at least.
That enthusiasm belonged to Xander. He was quite tall with black hair which he never seemed to comb which went well with his cute boyish look. Xander was introduced to Buffy by Willow. They had known each other since kinder garden and had never kept a secret from one another. Although their closeness was often associated to a secret romance, they were more like brother and sister. Behind Xander, stood a small blond with short hair, with the same cheerful smile as Xander.
God how could people be happy on a Monday morning? Buffy thought. Anya and Xander had recently started dating; therefore Anya now hung out in the group. Although Buffy first did not warm up to her due to her blunt honesty which was at times borderline inappropriate, after some time she took a certain liking in the girl and now considered her as a really good friend.
Xander and Anya were both intrigued by the daggering welcome they received from Buffy but before they could say anything Tara asked in a worried tone while taking a sit next to Willow:
'Buffy are you okay? You look like you want to murder someone. It's kind of scary actually when I think about it.'
'Spike.' Buffy hissed beneath her breath. She however tried to regain a composed attitude and exhaled loudly to calm the tension that had invaded her body since her encounter with the bleached blond boy.
'He just gets under my skin. I mean how is it possible for a single person to be this is annoying? I mean why did he come back? Couldn't he have stayed in England and annoy British people instead of us poor victims of English colonization?'
Buffy had known Spike from primary and he had always been the most annoying person she had ever met. Pulling her pig tails did not even cover it! However to Buffy's joy he had gone back to England in the middle of freshman year. Buffy had really thought she would never see the boy again after that but his father got transferred back to California for senior year. It had been almost two months she had him back into her life but apart from the hair, the fact that he got a lot taller and muscular, their relationship remained the same. She hated him, he hated her - god how she hated him!
'It is true that they seem to be a lot of anger and sexual tension between you two. You know a good way to resolve sexual tension is to actually…' Anya was cut off by Buffy giving her a disgusted face.
'Ew Anya please don't finish that sentence. And no, there's no sexual tension whatsoever between Spike and me. Some feeling of hatred and a slight aversion towards murder yes, sexual tension, NO. And that's a big no.'
'Well you know I think you should still ponder upon it. I mean Spike naked must be a pleasant sight.'
'And ladies and gentleman that's my girlfriend for you. Giving us lovely mental pictures of naked people.' Xander exclaimed rolling his eyes.
'Speak of the devil and he doth appear…' Willow whispered to her friend as she glanced at the door.
Spike was indeed entering the class while having a discussion with his friend Angel. Angel was quite the opposite of Spike physically, he was more medium build and had dark colored hair. He was what you could call the typical quarterback, presently dating the head cheerleader who went by the name of Cordelia. They both also hung out with the gang, and since Spike was Angel's best friend he had recently joined the group, to Buffy's great dismay.
They both greeted the group, while Buffy tried her best to ignore Spike's greeting and instead found page 122 of her History book captivating. Spike noticed her attempt to ignore him and grinned to how easy it was to get under her skin.
They sat behind Buffy and Willow and were soon joined by Cordelia who pulled Angel into a good two minutes making out session which was interrupted by the teacher's appearance.
At the sight of Mr. Wesley all the girls sighed in amazement. Although Wesley was his first name, he insisted to go be called that way, judging his last name was too long and too 'posh' as he put it.
'Good morning everyone, he began with a thick British, today we are going to study colonization throughout the eighteenth, the nineteenth and the beginning of the twentieth century, more particularly we are going to talk about the two colonial empire at that time. Now does anybody know who they were?'
Willow instantly raised her hand, getting a few rolling eyes from students in the class.
'Ah Willow would you please name one of them please.'
'I believe there was France, possessing in 1914 33,5 million km^2 of land.'
'Very good Willow. Always with the history fun facts.' Willow blushed at the compliment mumbling a 'thank you'.
'Ah Miss Summers, next to our Willoclopedia, could you give me the name of the second and perhaps most important colonial empire.'
Before answering she turned around, giving her best death glare at the blond boy behind her before answering in a borderline aggressive tone.
'The British I believe.'
Noticing her glare towards Spike, the professor couldn't help but chuckle. 'Well Miss Summers that is exact, but you know, albeit America was a British colony, it is no need to lay a death wish on British students.'
Buffy instantly blushed at his comment. However before she could respond, Spike erupted behind her.
'Oh no sir believe me, I think Buffy is quite smitten with us British lads.'
If that was possible, Buffy's face became even redder.
'Oh is that so Miss Summers. Well I'm glad to hear that you do not hold a colonial grudge against us.'
Buffy sank in her chair as he cheerfully continued his class. She was controlling every muscle in her body to not turn around and hit the British boy behind her.
As time went on however she started to forgot her prior humiliation until a hot breath on her neck ignited a fire of anger within her once again.
'You know, you keep staring and drooling all over him but I bet you wouldn't dare to actually talk to him in person out of class.'
She wanted to respond badly but instead she went for the silent treatment. However that did not stop him. She could feel him grinning wittingly behind her.
'You know you should thank me, I just helped you.'
She couldn't hold her silence any longer.
'Oh and how did you help me exactly? You practically said that I had a crush on him!' she hissed.
'Firstly I was more subtle then that and secondly it was the first step to your heartfelt declaration of your love for him.'
'Oh yes because I really want to declare my love for my own teacher. And plus I am not smitten, I just thinks he is pleasant to look out.'
'Yeah sure, tell that to your lovely red cheeks love. Anyways you couldn't pull it out anyways because you can't talk to him without turning into a tomato which in the process forgets every word in the English language but 'guh'.'
'Oh please! I so do not. I so could talk to him if I wanted. Even flatter or compliment him if I wanted. Stop being so cocky!'
'Okay pet. Then…' he approached his lips closer to her, breathing down her neck, which made her quite uncomfortable. 'I dare you as soon as the bell rings to go up to him and give him a compliment without blushing and uttering more than one syllable.'
'I will not play games in the middle of History class, and most importantly I will NOT play games with you in the middle of History class.'
'Afraid to lose Summers?' He asked in a husky challenging voice. God he was so infuriating! Now how could she say no after that without him teasing her for the rest of the year for being a coward?
'No I'm just not sure I have enough tissue for you when I win.'
'Bring it on love.' He teased. At his words, the bell echoed through the classroom.
'Thank you my lovely students. I will see you all next week.' He gave them his signature smile which almost made Willow fall off her chair as she was packing up her books. Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She shyly approached the teacher who, when he noticed her presence, seemed intrigued.
'Is there something wrong Miss Summers?'
'I….I..' Control yourself woman! He's only one man, she thought. She regained composure and uttered the next words with not a hint of her usual timidity and embarrassment. 'I just want to apologize for earlier if I seemed to have offended the great Nation that is England. I mean I really do have great respect for British people.'
Mr. Wesley seemed surprise by her sudden apology.
'What I mean is obviously the United Kingdom has genuine great people, if not you wouldn't be here and plus your accent is pretty cool.'
She couldn't believe what she had just said. To a professor. HER History professor - who was totally gorgeous. However something quite surprising happened as he cleared his throat and blushed slightly at her words.
Am I dreaming or did I just make Mr. Wesley blush? Buffy thought to herself.
'Well thank you Buffy… I'm glad you like our accents.'
'You're welcome sir. See you next week.' To that she quickly turned around walking towards the door where Spike was leaning on, still flabbergasted by the scene he had just witnessed.
Buffy could have just taken a picture of his face as she approached him giving him her best 'haha I won' grin. She closed the distant between them in the same way he had done earlier, leaning against his ear.
'If you want some tissue, you might want to run to the bathroom because I don't think I have any on me.'
She gave him a last smile and turned around but was stopped by a strong hand gripping her arm. He interposed himself behind her, his body almost pressing against her back. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable to their closeness.
'The game is just getting started love. Don't get too fond of winning because at the end you will be the one to lose. I am the colonial here, never ever forget that.'
To that he let her go and disappeared in the corridor. Buffy stood there for a minute, taking in what just happened. That is when it hit het: she had just started a game with Spike. However games among enemies never end very well do they?