A/N: Deep Red, you put me between a rock and a hard place. I never
seriously considered having either of those two fight, and now that you
mentioned it, I wanted to do it so badly. Well, here it is. I hope you
enjoy it.
****
Spike came to school in an exceptionally foul mood. His duster was missing, he had forgotten to finish a project that counted for a large part of his grade, and, to top it all off, Chris had been in an even worse mood and decided to take every opportunity to piss him off.
He hastily shoved his books in the locker and pulled out his first period text. He slammed it closed so hard that it bounced back off the latch and banged against the other locker to his left.
Spike sighed, noticing just how much frustration he was displaying. He closed it slowly and leaned his forehead against the door, taking a few deep breaths.
But his breath immediately caught again when a pair of slim arms slipped around his waist and into his front pockets. "Some-body's throwin' a tem- per tan-trum," she teased in his ear.
"S'not funny, luv," he said, a small grin quirking his lips.
"Oh, yes it is. You're just so adorable when you're mad."
"I am not," he protested.
"Oh, yes. you. are," Buffy stated, coming around in front of him, laying her body against the lockers. She reached up and ran her hand over his cheeks. "Your face gets all flushed," she said seductively. She reached out and ran her hand through his hair. "You forget to put all that gel in your hair and it gets all curly. Just like I like it." She let her hand run down the side of his face and down his neck.
Spike closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths.
Buffy leaned up further, her lips inches from his, "And you pout."
He started to lean down to kiss her, but she ducked away at the last minute, coming up to stand beside him.
Spike clenched his jaw, his eyes still closed. "That was *not* funny."
She reached up and pinched his cheek. "But it's so cute."
He looked over at her, his eyes now open. "Don't do that."
Buffy smiled triumphantly. She turned to walk away with her victory.
Spike smirked and took a step forward, and smacked her on the ass.
"Oh!" she cried, spinning around to see his smirking face. "That was *not* funny!"
Spike grinned and patted her head. "But it's so cute."
She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
Before Spike could take a step forward, she spun back around.
"Don't you even think about it," she hissed, her eyes narrow.
Spike raised an eyebrow as she stomped off.
The bad mood was officially gone.
****
And then it returned two hours later in third period.
Remember that project he didn't finish? Well, that was the class he needed it for.
Not to mention the poncy new boy who had been there a week had decided to show off and take on the project when it took everyone else a month to finish. He had turned it in with a toothpaste commercial white smile and a helping of praise was his reward.
When all Spike got was a glare and a detention notice for the next afternoon.
Spike officially hated the new kid. Angel his ass.
When he plopped down at the lunch table with a scowl on his face, Buffy sighed deeply.
"What now?" she asked
"New boy pissed him off," Xander said, who also had failed to do the same project and also had detention the next afternoon. "I don't blame him."
"Angel?" Buffy asked. "He seems so nice."
"Oh, he's nice all right," Xander snided. "He had to go and show off to the teacher. Actin' like he's big man on campus and can do no wrong."
"What about you, Oz?" Willow asked. "What do you have to say about the new kid?"
Oz shrugged and had an expression.
"That's exactly how I feel!" Xander exclaimed.
Buffy, Willow, and Anya shared a knowing look.
"You guys are so jealous," Anya muttered, taking a drink of her chocolate milk.
"Are not!" all three cried.
"Oh, come on! You are too jealous because he's smart and doesn't hesitate to show it. Unlike you three, save Oz..."
"Thank you," Oz said.
"... who don't know shit and don't hesitate to show off your asses."
"Nicely said," Buffy nodded.
"Thank you," Anya gloated, taking another sip of her chocolate milk.
Spike and Xander just brushed her off and continued their sulking.
Buffy leaned over and whispered in Spike's ear, "You're so cute when you pout."
****
Spike leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall, taking a deep inhale of smoke from his fag. He hadn't let Buffy be known to this, but it was small habit he had formed since he was fifteen. If he got nervous or fidgety, he smoked. He made sure to not do it that often. He knew Buffy wouldn't like it, but she wasn't going to get him to change all his bad ways to her liking.
The doors to the bathroom swung open and a group of guys walked in, oblivious to the agitated blonde in the stall.
"So, what's the deal with Buffy Summers?"
Spike stilled, waiting for the reply.
"Oh, man, she's hot."
"That's kind of obvious."
"She's got a nice ass."
"I grabbed it once!"
Spike growled quietly.
"I heard she's fast."
"I love to get ahold of her. She's gotta have a great-"
Spike slammed the stall door open, pissed as Hell.
"Oh, shit..."
Spike searched for the last speaker, and spotted Larry, the football player.
Larry's eyes widened.
Spike punched him. Before he had the chance to recoil, Spike punched him again. All the pent up frustration he had carried with him all day poured into making that bastard pay.
Then, someone pulled at his shoulders, pulling him away from a bruised Larry.
Spike spun around to whoever dare pull him away, and grinned when he saw Angel's wide-eyed face just before Spike's fist connected with his jaw.
Suddenly, Spike felt a kick to his back, coming from Larry, who had been coherent enough to get in a lick.
Spike hit the door, which swung open and he fell out into a partially full hall. People jumped back as Angel and Larry came out.
Spike came to his feet, throwing a punch at Angel. He hit, but Larry grabbed his arm, twisting it so that Spike was forced to spin around. Larry shoved him against the lockers.
Angel, who was wiping the blood from his nose, pushed Larry out of the way.
This is when the blonde on one end of the hall, and the brunette on the other end of the hall, saw the fight and figured if the it didn't end, those two were going to tear each other apart.
"Angel!"
"Spike!"
Faith and Buffy dashed down the hall, pushing people out of their way before meeting in the middle and pushing each said guy apart.
"What is your problem?" Buffy cried to Spike, who was slunked down next to the wall Buffy had pushed him against.
"Are you insane?" Faith cried to Angel, smacking him on the chest.
"What is going on here?"
The four turned to the rodent-like principal standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
"He hit me!" Larry, who was laying on the floor, cried, pointing to Spike.
"Because you're a piece of shit!" Spike shouted trying to get back to his feet.
"Spike!" Buffy cried, pushing him back down gently.
"Mr.Elliot!" Snyder looked over all of them. "To my office. All of you. Even you two," he said, narrowing his eyes at the two girls.
"I didn't do anything!" they cried simultaneously.
"To my office!"
****
Four of the five sat outside Snyder's office, listening to the ranting coming from within it. Each of them had been yelled at. Faith and Buffy had been threatened with a phone call to their parents, but were left off with a warning. Spike, Larry, and Angel, on the other hand, got calls to their parents and two days suspension.
"Mom/Your Mom is going to kill you!" Buffy/Faith said at the same time.
They looked at each other and grinned slightly, before turning back to the bruised and brooding teens.
"Mom is going to have your hide," Faith told Angel, crossing her arms.
"What were you thinking?" Buffy asked Spike.
"He was mouthing off 'bout you," Spike said, gesturing to Larry, who was sitting across the hall.
"Oh, so you take your frustration out on Angel?"
"He got in the way," Spike mumbled, slouching in the seat, shifting his hold on the ice pack on his split lip.
"So, you hit 'im."
"Best part of my day."
"Stay on the point."
Spike looked at the floor, not liking the way Buffy was making him feel like he was getting lectured by his Mom.
Buffy sighed, her arms falling to her side. She slid into the seat next to him.
He still didn't look at her.
Buffy reached out a brushed her hand across his bruised cheek. She leaned over and planted a tender kiss on the bruise.
Spike turned to her.
She smiled impishly. "Does your lip hurt?"
He smirked and shrugged. "A little."
"Want me to make it all better?"
Spike grinned as she leaned forward and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue over the wound.
Angel, who was supporting a black eye, looked up at Faith.
"Don't you even go there," she said.
TBC...
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Deep Red, I hope this was to your liking.
****
Spike came to school in an exceptionally foul mood. His duster was missing, he had forgotten to finish a project that counted for a large part of his grade, and, to top it all off, Chris had been in an even worse mood and decided to take every opportunity to piss him off.
He hastily shoved his books in the locker and pulled out his first period text. He slammed it closed so hard that it bounced back off the latch and banged against the other locker to his left.
Spike sighed, noticing just how much frustration he was displaying. He closed it slowly and leaned his forehead against the door, taking a few deep breaths.
But his breath immediately caught again when a pair of slim arms slipped around his waist and into his front pockets. "Some-body's throwin' a tem- per tan-trum," she teased in his ear.
"S'not funny, luv," he said, a small grin quirking his lips.
"Oh, yes it is. You're just so adorable when you're mad."
"I am not," he protested.
"Oh, yes. you. are," Buffy stated, coming around in front of him, laying her body against the lockers. She reached up and ran her hand over his cheeks. "Your face gets all flushed," she said seductively. She reached out and ran her hand through his hair. "You forget to put all that gel in your hair and it gets all curly. Just like I like it." She let her hand run down the side of his face and down his neck.
Spike closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths.
Buffy leaned up further, her lips inches from his, "And you pout."
He started to lean down to kiss her, but she ducked away at the last minute, coming up to stand beside him.
Spike clenched his jaw, his eyes still closed. "That was *not* funny."
She reached up and pinched his cheek. "But it's so cute."
He looked over at her, his eyes now open. "Don't do that."
Buffy smiled triumphantly. She turned to walk away with her victory.
Spike smirked and took a step forward, and smacked her on the ass.
"Oh!" she cried, spinning around to see his smirking face. "That was *not* funny!"
Spike grinned and patted her head. "But it's so cute."
She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.
Before Spike could take a step forward, she spun back around.
"Don't you even think about it," she hissed, her eyes narrow.
Spike raised an eyebrow as she stomped off.
The bad mood was officially gone.
****
And then it returned two hours later in third period.
Remember that project he didn't finish? Well, that was the class he needed it for.
Not to mention the poncy new boy who had been there a week had decided to show off and take on the project when it took everyone else a month to finish. He had turned it in with a toothpaste commercial white smile and a helping of praise was his reward.
When all Spike got was a glare and a detention notice for the next afternoon.
Spike officially hated the new kid. Angel his ass.
When he plopped down at the lunch table with a scowl on his face, Buffy sighed deeply.
"What now?" she asked
"New boy pissed him off," Xander said, who also had failed to do the same project and also had detention the next afternoon. "I don't blame him."
"Angel?" Buffy asked. "He seems so nice."
"Oh, he's nice all right," Xander snided. "He had to go and show off to the teacher. Actin' like he's big man on campus and can do no wrong."
"What about you, Oz?" Willow asked. "What do you have to say about the new kid?"
Oz shrugged and had an expression.
"That's exactly how I feel!" Xander exclaimed.
Buffy, Willow, and Anya shared a knowing look.
"You guys are so jealous," Anya muttered, taking a drink of her chocolate milk.
"Are not!" all three cried.
"Oh, come on! You are too jealous because he's smart and doesn't hesitate to show it. Unlike you three, save Oz..."
"Thank you," Oz said.
"... who don't know shit and don't hesitate to show off your asses."
"Nicely said," Buffy nodded.
"Thank you," Anya gloated, taking another sip of her chocolate milk.
Spike and Xander just brushed her off and continued their sulking.
Buffy leaned over and whispered in Spike's ear, "You're so cute when you pout."
****
Spike leaned against the wall of the bathroom stall, taking a deep inhale of smoke from his fag. He hadn't let Buffy be known to this, but it was small habit he had formed since he was fifteen. If he got nervous or fidgety, he smoked. He made sure to not do it that often. He knew Buffy wouldn't like it, but she wasn't going to get him to change all his bad ways to her liking.
The doors to the bathroom swung open and a group of guys walked in, oblivious to the agitated blonde in the stall.
"So, what's the deal with Buffy Summers?"
Spike stilled, waiting for the reply.
"Oh, man, she's hot."
"That's kind of obvious."
"She's got a nice ass."
"I grabbed it once!"
Spike growled quietly.
"I heard she's fast."
"I love to get ahold of her. She's gotta have a great-"
Spike slammed the stall door open, pissed as Hell.
"Oh, shit..."
Spike searched for the last speaker, and spotted Larry, the football player.
Larry's eyes widened.
Spike punched him. Before he had the chance to recoil, Spike punched him again. All the pent up frustration he had carried with him all day poured into making that bastard pay.
Then, someone pulled at his shoulders, pulling him away from a bruised Larry.
Spike spun around to whoever dare pull him away, and grinned when he saw Angel's wide-eyed face just before Spike's fist connected with his jaw.
Suddenly, Spike felt a kick to his back, coming from Larry, who had been coherent enough to get in a lick.
Spike hit the door, which swung open and he fell out into a partially full hall. People jumped back as Angel and Larry came out.
Spike came to his feet, throwing a punch at Angel. He hit, but Larry grabbed his arm, twisting it so that Spike was forced to spin around. Larry shoved him against the lockers.
Angel, who was wiping the blood from his nose, pushed Larry out of the way.
This is when the blonde on one end of the hall, and the brunette on the other end of the hall, saw the fight and figured if the it didn't end, those two were going to tear each other apart.
"Angel!"
"Spike!"
Faith and Buffy dashed down the hall, pushing people out of their way before meeting in the middle and pushing each said guy apart.
"What is your problem?" Buffy cried to Spike, who was slunked down next to the wall Buffy had pushed him against.
"Are you insane?" Faith cried to Angel, smacking him on the chest.
"What is going on here?"
The four turned to the rodent-like principal standing with his arms crossed over his chest.
"He hit me!" Larry, who was laying on the floor, cried, pointing to Spike.
"Because you're a piece of shit!" Spike shouted trying to get back to his feet.
"Spike!" Buffy cried, pushing him back down gently.
"Mr.Elliot!" Snyder looked over all of them. "To my office. All of you. Even you two," he said, narrowing his eyes at the two girls.
"I didn't do anything!" they cried simultaneously.
"To my office!"
****
Four of the five sat outside Snyder's office, listening to the ranting coming from within it. Each of them had been yelled at. Faith and Buffy had been threatened with a phone call to their parents, but were left off with a warning. Spike, Larry, and Angel, on the other hand, got calls to their parents and two days suspension.
"Mom/Your Mom is going to kill you!" Buffy/Faith said at the same time.
They looked at each other and grinned slightly, before turning back to the bruised and brooding teens.
"Mom is going to have your hide," Faith told Angel, crossing her arms.
"What were you thinking?" Buffy asked Spike.
"He was mouthing off 'bout you," Spike said, gesturing to Larry, who was sitting across the hall.
"Oh, so you take your frustration out on Angel?"
"He got in the way," Spike mumbled, slouching in the seat, shifting his hold on the ice pack on his split lip.
"So, you hit 'im."
"Best part of my day."
"Stay on the point."
Spike looked at the floor, not liking the way Buffy was making him feel like he was getting lectured by his Mom.
Buffy sighed, her arms falling to her side. She slid into the seat next to him.
He still didn't look at her.
Buffy reached out a brushed her hand across his bruised cheek. She leaned over and planted a tender kiss on the bruise.
Spike turned to her.
She smiled impishly. "Does your lip hurt?"
He smirked and shrugged. "A little."
"Want me to make it all better?"
Spike grinned as she leaned forward and kissed him, pulling his bottom lip into her mouth, running her tongue over the wound.
Angel, who was supporting a black eye, looked up at Faith.
"Don't you even go there," she said.
TBC...
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Deep Red, I hope this was to your liking.