Chapter 3

"He did what?" Faith laughed and tightened her grip on Willow's hair.

"Ouch." The red head moaned.

"Sorry Red." Faith looked at Buffy. "So, you were getting changed, he walked in and then left?" Buffy nodded causing Faith to howl.

"He didn't try anything?" Cordelia asked painting her toe nails.

"Nope." Said Buffy, sounding almost disappointed.

"Well, if he's not going to try anything. You should."

"What!?" Buffy chocked.

"You heard." Said Faith.

"No."

"Come on B, I double dare you."

Seeing Red was setting up fir their first gig with Spike as vocals. Buffy was late. She had just finished her shift at work; she barged through the doors and slammed her bag down like she did all the time.

"You're late." Spike said.

"I was working." Buffy snapped back.

"Now now kids." Xander said sitting behind his drum set.

"Buffy, you may wana get changed," said Dawn.

"Oh great, do I smell that bad?"

"No comment pet," Spike smirked.

The band finished their last set; the crowd was roaring and screaming for an encore. Buffy went backstage and collapsed on the nearest chair.

"You okay pet?" Spike asked, coming though the doors and sitting next to Buffy.

"I'm fine." She said turning away form him.

"You don't like me much, do you love?"

"I'm not your love." She snapped, and then went to move away from him. Spike grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What do you want?"

"Sit down," he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, "drink with me."

"God this is gross." Buffy said pulling a face, which cause Spike to laugh.

"You have to get used to it love." They were sat in the boiler room of the Bronze drinking the bottle of whiskey, which was almost gone.

"So, how long have you been singing?" Buffy asked taking another sip of whiskey.

"All my life," Spike replied, "You have a boyfriend?"

"Why you ask?"

"Curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat." Buffy said then walked out, leaving Spike all alone.

Buffy woke up to the ringing of her cell phone. She picked it up and read the text message she had waiting for her.

'What's tall and blonde and has a voice like an angel.' It was from Spike.

'Me?' she replied back, she lay in bed and waited for a reply.

'Funny, breakfast?'

She typed in her reply, 'Sure, meet at Starbucks,' then pressed send.

An hour later, Buffy was walking through the front doors of Starbucks. Spike was sat at a table, nursing a cup of coffee.

"Hey." Buffy said sitting down next to the tall bleached blonde.

"Frappachino?" spike placed a tall cup in front of her.

"Merci." She replied taking a sip f the iced liquid.

"You still didn't answer my question last night."

"Which was?" Buffy asked stirring the drink with her straw and looking all innocent.

"You know pet."

"No I don't." Buffy played dumb.

"Boyfriend?"

"What about it?"

Spike rolled his eyes, "Are you going to play dumb all day love?"

"Not all day, I have work." Buffy stood up and began to walk out until Spike grabbed her arm,

"You are quite the mystery Miss Summers." Then she left.