Spike heard Cordelia and this got him even more riled up. So he walked back
to the "popular table," put his tray down and stared straight at Cordelia.
He also did that little cheek thing does when he's made, that is so cute!
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"You want to know my problem? You! All of you! With you're little selfish comments and you're overpriced dresses!"
Anya looked at Spike. "You mean Gucci, right?"
"Shut up Blondie! I want nothing to do with you people anymore!" Spike said storming off.
Cordy looked around and rolled her eyes. "And I thought girls had PMS bad! Damn!"
Soon, everyone starting talking again like nothing ever happened.
Meanwhile, Spike had to look for a new table. He would try Buffy's table.
Spike sat down like he was part of the gang.
Oz looked really confused. "Hey, buddy, are you lost? Your table is right over there," Oz said pointing at Cordy's table.
"Nah, I thought a change might do me good. That all right mates?"
Buffy loved his accent and how he said "mates." it was so cute.
Buffy blushed a little knowing Spike was right next to her.
"So, what's up?" Spike said trying to make a conversation.
Tara was sick of the popular crowd's crap. They probably sent Spike over here to taunt Buffy. "Like you care!"
"Actually I do."
"Wow! Next thing you know it, you'll be telling me you do have a brain cell!"
Buffy wasn't going to let anyone offend Spike. He had good intentions, maybe.
"Hey, Tara, lay off. He just wants to hang out with us."
"Yeah, right, like when have hey given a damn about us enough to sit with us?"
Spike was getting pretty tired of "they and us" bull.
"Bloody hell! Why must you categorize me as an 'us or a they?' I am my own bloody person! Damn!"
Tara looked satisfied. "That's good enough for me. So why did you want to sit with us?"
"Because I thought you all had something to talk about besides clothes and gossip. You four actually might have a heart." Spike said.
"Yeah, I like to think I have a red thing pumping inside me. It makes me feel better." Oz said jokingly.
All of the girls then said, "Oz!"
"You rang?"
Spike thought he might have real, true friends for once.
"You want to know my problem? You! All of you! With you're little selfish comments and you're overpriced dresses!"
Anya looked at Spike. "You mean Gucci, right?"
"Shut up Blondie! I want nothing to do with you people anymore!" Spike said storming off.
Cordy looked around and rolled her eyes. "And I thought girls had PMS bad! Damn!"
Soon, everyone starting talking again like nothing ever happened.
Meanwhile, Spike had to look for a new table. He would try Buffy's table.
Spike sat down like he was part of the gang.
Oz looked really confused. "Hey, buddy, are you lost? Your table is right over there," Oz said pointing at Cordy's table.
"Nah, I thought a change might do me good. That all right mates?"
Buffy loved his accent and how he said "mates." it was so cute.
Buffy blushed a little knowing Spike was right next to her.
"So, what's up?" Spike said trying to make a conversation.
Tara was sick of the popular crowd's crap. They probably sent Spike over here to taunt Buffy. "Like you care!"
"Actually I do."
"Wow! Next thing you know it, you'll be telling me you do have a brain cell!"
Buffy wasn't going to let anyone offend Spike. He had good intentions, maybe.
"Hey, Tara, lay off. He just wants to hang out with us."
"Yeah, right, like when have hey given a damn about us enough to sit with us?"
Spike was getting pretty tired of "they and us" bull.
"Bloody hell! Why must you categorize me as an 'us or a they?' I am my own bloody person! Damn!"
Tara looked satisfied. "That's good enough for me. So why did you want to sit with us?"
"Because I thought you all had something to talk about besides clothes and gossip. You four actually might have a heart." Spike said.
"Yeah, I like to think I have a red thing pumping inside me. It makes me feel better." Oz said jokingly.
All of the girls then said, "Oz!"
"You rang?"
Spike thought he might have real, true friends for once.