Chapter Nine: Daddies Dearest Part I
The bell rang, and sounds of doors opened and closed were heard in the hallway. Billie got up from her desk and went out of her Geometry Class. She headed toward her locker and noticed Laurel was waiting for her.
Billie tried to open her lock, and Laurel stopped her. " So, do you have a date, yet?" Her caramel eyes stared at her.
" Uh....sorry." Billie looked down and tried to open her lock.
" Billie! Who am I going to talk to at Homecoming?" Laurel put her hands on her hips. Her shiny belt shone bright, and Billie looked away.
" Obviously, Mark."
" You don't know Mark Andrews, he is boring. All he talks about is him winning football games."
" Your loss...can you help me with my lock?" Billie asked. Laurel ignored her question and changed the subject.
" Have you asked Him out yet?" Laurel whispered, hoping no one especially Shalamar wouldn't hear.
" No, and besides, why would he want to dance with me? He has a date, already....Shalamar Parker....a.k.a., the most popular girl at school."
" Psh.....and the most known Bimbo at school. Come on Billie....you're tougher than Shal, and her bitch friends, too." Laurel smiled. Billie gave her a serious look. Laurel rolled her eyes, "Are you sure? I mean, Scorpio is cute, but not as cute as Mark. Ha ha!"
Billie slammed on her locker, and it wouldn't budge. " Yes, I'm sure."
" Uh huh...right." Laurel smiled. Later, a guy came up to her. " Hey, you need help?" His black hair was spiked, and he had on a sleeveless shirt, and on his left bicep, was a small tattoo of a scorpion. Looks pretty harmless.
" Obviously," Laurel snickered, and Billie glared at her. Laurel rolled her eyes. " I have to go to uh...I just need to go talk to Mark." Laurel was walking away.
Billie yelled out to her, " I thought you said that Mark was boring," Laurel turned around and said, " Things had changed," she smiled and walked away.
The tall guy was leaning against the locker next to Billie's. " It's nice to meet you again since that incident at Starbucks." He smiled. Billie could feel her insides melt, as she could feel herself drown in his dark black eyes.
" Yeah, my locker wouldn't budge open after I opened my lock." Billie could feel her cheeks heat up. " The name's Scorpio, and yours is, Billie...right?" Scorpio said. Billie nodded looking on the floor.
~ Don't look into his eyes. ~ she thought. Scorpio slammed on the locker once, and it still wouldn't budge. " I tried doing that, but it wouldn't work." Billie explained, but Scorpio didn't seem to hear. Scorpio slammed on the locker so hard on the next turn that it echoed across the hall. Some girls were whispering to each other, and some guys envied his strength.
When Billie looked back, she saw that her locker was opened. " Thanks, Scorpio." Billie thanked. Scorpio smiled, and before he walked away, Billie stopped him.
" Um....uh....I just wanted to ask you....if...uh, if you want to go to Homecoming with me." This time, Billie looked into those jet black eyes.
" Billie. Um, I already have a date. I'm sorry." Scorpio said. His eyes looked sideways and Billie saw Shalamar with one of her friends standing across the hall looking at them. It seemed like Shalamar must have overheard their conversation, because her blue eyes were gleaming with triumphant. Those eyes of hers kind of said, " I got him, Billie....I win, and you lose."
" Oh, ok then." Billie gave a smile and then got her books. Billie could feel the girls' eyes on her, and her cheeks were flaming warm. Luckily, she then walked away from the locker from any further humiliation. She thought she heard Shalamar say something to Scorpio, but she didn't pay attention to it.
Billie went down the steps and decided to go to the parking lot for a short cut to her house. Just then, her eyes then laid on a group of popular kids crowding about. Her ocean-blue eyes searched the crowd, and saw Laurel and Mark in there.
The teenager decided to see what the commotion was all about. She paced quickly down toward the parking lot, until she stopped dead in her tracks. The crowd started to dissolve, kind of like Moses and the Red Sea. The popular kids' eyes were on her, as Billie walked slowly with her books toward the red ferrari.
The driver was wearing a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it. His spiked blonde hair was illuminating from the sunlight, and his dark sunglasses disguised his eyes. Billie thought to herself...~ No! It can't be! ~
" You need a ride, love?" Spike lowered his spectacles and smiled. Billie looked to her right, and noticed a few of Shalamar's going head over heels. Billie was disgusted at the way they were fawning over her dad...HER BIOLOGICAL FATHER!
Billie gave a weak smile, and Spike gave a signal to the others to walk away. Laurel's mouth was dropped opened, and Mark had his arms crossed. ( He was probably jealous of Spike's good lucks....even if he is like....what? A hundred centuries old?)
Laurel went over to Billie and whispered, " Who is he, Billie? Tell me! Maybe you can fix me up with him." Billie looked at Mark, who was obviously annoyed by Spike.
" Laurel, he's not your type. And besides, you have Mark. He's a great guy, don't let him get away, just for this guy." Billie put her hand on Laurel. Laurel nodded and then walked away with Mark. Laurel waved good bye to Spike and Billie, and then when she turned her head, Mark turned his head and mouthed the words, " Thank you," to Billie. Billie smiled and then got into the car.
As they drove away, her face was burning red. The red ferrari got out of the parking lot, leaving a lot of jealous girls standing there, leaving with their boyfriends pissed off.
Spike turned on the ignition and Billie buckled her seat belt. " So, sweetheart, how was your day?" Spike smiled. Billie glanced at him and then looked in front of her.
" Fine."
" Aren't you going to call me Pop?"
" No."
" Papa?"
" Hell no."
" Then what about the bloody good 'ol daddy dearest?"
" If you're trying to make a conversation with me....you have no luck. And no. Besides, we've talked about this already. I'm just going to all you Spike, since it seems appropriate to call you that for now."
The ferrari came to a stop at a red light, and Spike took out a lighter and a cigarette. " Want one?" Spike handed Billie one. Billie shook her head.
" How can you offer me a cigarette, when I am your daughter? And besides, how can you resist the sunlight? You're supposed to be in ashes by now." Billie plugged her nose from the smell of smoke. " You definitely do not make a good role model. I'm lucky I don't have a sibling for you to torture too, with."
Spike let out a puff of smoke, and smiled. " Billie, Billie, Billie.....things had changed for the past years." The red light turned green, and they drove off.
* * *
" You have no right to barge into my house." Willow followed Colin who was searching her house. Colin stopped and his brown eyes laid on Willow. There was an awkward silence, until Colin briefly said, " Where's my daughter?" Willow shrugged and motioned Colin to get out of her place.
" WHERE is Billie? TELL me!" Colin walked up to Willow with his disturbing brown eyes. Willow could feel Colin's every warm breath, and she stared into his eyes.
" Willow, I know that Billie was here. She must have sneaked into her room to get her stuff for school....but I know that she would come to you. Since you two are pretty close," Colin said, " And for the last fuck'n time! WHERE is Billie?"
For the first time, she looked at Colin straight in the eyes, and slowly replied, so Colin could feel every pause and breath in the sentence.
" No way in Hell."
The bell rang, and sounds of doors opened and closed were heard in the hallway. Billie got up from her desk and went out of her Geometry Class. She headed toward her locker and noticed Laurel was waiting for her.
Billie tried to open her lock, and Laurel stopped her. " So, do you have a date, yet?" Her caramel eyes stared at her.
" Uh....sorry." Billie looked down and tried to open her lock.
" Billie! Who am I going to talk to at Homecoming?" Laurel put her hands on her hips. Her shiny belt shone bright, and Billie looked away.
" Obviously, Mark."
" You don't know Mark Andrews, he is boring. All he talks about is him winning football games."
" Your loss...can you help me with my lock?" Billie asked. Laurel ignored her question and changed the subject.
" Have you asked Him out yet?" Laurel whispered, hoping no one especially Shalamar wouldn't hear.
" No, and besides, why would he want to dance with me? He has a date, already....Shalamar Parker....a.k.a., the most popular girl at school."
" Psh.....and the most known Bimbo at school. Come on Billie....you're tougher than Shal, and her bitch friends, too." Laurel smiled. Billie gave her a serious look. Laurel rolled her eyes, "Are you sure? I mean, Scorpio is cute, but not as cute as Mark. Ha ha!"
Billie slammed on her locker, and it wouldn't budge. " Yes, I'm sure."
" Uh huh...right." Laurel smiled. Later, a guy came up to her. " Hey, you need help?" His black hair was spiked, and he had on a sleeveless shirt, and on his left bicep, was a small tattoo of a scorpion. Looks pretty harmless.
" Obviously," Laurel snickered, and Billie glared at her. Laurel rolled her eyes. " I have to go to uh...I just need to go talk to Mark." Laurel was walking away.
Billie yelled out to her, " I thought you said that Mark was boring," Laurel turned around and said, " Things had changed," she smiled and walked away.
The tall guy was leaning against the locker next to Billie's. " It's nice to meet you again since that incident at Starbucks." He smiled. Billie could feel her insides melt, as she could feel herself drown in his dark black eyes.
" Yeah, my locker wouldn't budge open after I opened my lock." Billie could feel her cheeks heat up. " The name's Scorpio, and yours is, Billie...right?" Scorpio said. Billie nodded looking on the floor.
~ Don't look into his eyes. ~ she thought. Scorpio slammed on the locker once, and it still wouldn't budge. " I tried doing that, but it wouldn't work." Billie explained, but Scorpio didn't seem to hear. Scorpio slammed on the locker so hard on the next turn that it echoed across the hall. Some girls were whispering to each other, and some guys envied his strength.
When Billie looked back, she saw that her locker was opened. " Thanks, Scorpio." Billie thanked. Scorpio smiled, and before he walked away, Billie stopped him.
" Um....uh....I just wanted to ask you....if...uh, if you want to go to Homecoming with me." This time, Billie looked into those jet black eyes.
" Billie. Um, I already have a date. I'm sorry." Scorpio said. His eyes looked sideways and Billie saw Shalamar with one of her friends standing across the hall looking at them. It seemed like Shalamar must have overheard their conversation, because her blue eyes were gleaming with triumphant. Those eyes of hers kind of said, " I got him, Billie....I win, and you lose."
" Oh, ok then." Billie gave a smile and then got her books. Billie could feel the girls' eyes on her, and her cheeks were flaming warm. Luckily, she then walked away from the locker from any further humiliation. She thought she heard Shalamar say something to Scorpio, but she didn't pay attention to it.
Billie went down the steps and decided to go to the parking lot for a short cut to her house. Just then, her eyes then laid on a group of popular kids crowding about. Her ocean-blue eyes searched the crowd, and saw Laurel and Mark in there.
The teenager decided to see what the commotion was all about. She paced quickly down toward the parking lot, until she stopped dead in her tracks. The crowd started to dissolve, kind of like Moses and the Red Sea. The popular kids' eyes were on her, as Billie walked slowly with her books toward the red ferrari.
The driver was wearing a black leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it. His spiked blonde hair was illuminating from the sunlight, and his dark sunglasses disguised his eyes. Billie thought to herself...~ No! It can't be! ~
" You need a ride, love?" Spike lowered his spectacles and smiled. Billie looked to her right, and noticed a few of Shalamar's going head over heels. Billie was disgusted at the way they were fawning over her dad...HER BIOLOGICAL FATHER!
Billie gave a weak smile, and Spike gave a signal to the others to walk away. Laurel's mouth was dropped opened, and Mark had his arms crossed. ( He was probably jealous of Spike's good lucks....even if he is like....what? A hundred centuries old?)
Laurel went over to Billie and whispered, " Who is he, Billie? Tell me! Maybe you can fix me up with him." Billie looked at Mark, who was obviously annoyed by Spike.
" Laurel, he's not your type. And besides, you have Mark. He's a great guy, don't let him get away, just for this guy." Billie put her hand on Laurel. Laurel nodded and then walked away with Mark. Laurel waved good bye to Spike and Billie, and then when she turned her head, Mark turned his head and mouthed the words, " Thank you," to Billie. Billie smiled and then got into the car.
As they drove away, her face was burning red. The red ferrari got out of the parking lot, leaving a lot of jealous girls standing there, leaving with their boyfriends pissed off.
Spike turned on the ignition and Billie buckled her seat belt. " So, sweetheart, how was your day?" Spike smiled. Billie glanced at him and then looked in front of her.
" Fine."
" Aren't you going to call me Pop?"
" No."
" Papa?"
" Hell no."
" Then what about the bloody good 'ol daddy dearest?"
" If you're trying to make a conversation with me....you have no luck. And no. Besides, we've talked about this already. I'm just going to all you Spike, since it seems appropriate to call you that for now."
The ferrari came to a stop at a red light, and Spike took out a lighter and a cigarette. " Want one?" Spike handed Billie one. Billie shook her head.
" How can you offer me a cigarette, when I am your daughter? And besides, how can you resist the sunlight? You're supposed to be in ashes by now." Billie plugged her nose from the smell of smoke. " You definitely do not make a good role model. I'm lucky I don't have a sibling for you to torture too, with."
Spike let out a puff of smoke, and smiled. " Billie, Billie, Billie.....things had changed for the past years." The red light turned green, and they drove off.
* * *
" You have no right to barge into my house." Willow followed Colin who was searching her house. Colin stopped and his brown eyes laid on Willow. There was an awkward silence, until Colin briefly said, " Where's my daughter?" Willow shrugged and motioned Colin to get out of her place.
" WHERE is Billie? TELL me!" Colin walked up to Willow with his disturbing brown eyes. Willow could feel Colin's every warm breath, and she stared into his eyes.
" Willow, I know that Billie was here. She must have sneaked into her room to get her stuff for school....but I know that she would come to you. Since you two are pretty close," Colin said, " And for the last fuck'n time! WHERE is Billie?"
For the first time, she looked at Colin straight in the eyes, and slowly replied, so Colin could feel every pause and breath in the sentence.
" No way in Hell."