+Prom Queen+
Summary: A/U, based on the movie "She's All That". Buffy Summers is turned from geek to chic (I always wanted to say that) when the popular class president, William 'Spike' Siler, makes a bet with his friends. But soon he begins to fall in love, and so does she; what will Buffy say when she finds out he's a liar?
A/n: Alright, close your mouths. I know it's a quick update, but aren't ya'll just so proud? The story didn't really move forward at all in the last chapter, so I'm hoping that we get some action in this one (actually, you and me both). If you haven't seen the movie, I'm hoping that you can still enjoy the story anyways. And by the way, if you don't like my writing, then don't complain. I don't ask for flames, so I don't expect them. After all, if you wanna send me hate mail, I'll sic my Spike on you. My evil, bad, rude Spike. Actually, scratch that. Evil and bad Spike stays with me, all night long :)
Drum roll, please.
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Spike sat expectantly beside a bored Cordy, who was busy examining her nails, fidgeting like she'd rather be anywhere else at the moment. The two were on the quad at lunch time, after Spike had demanded that she tell him exactly why the hell she had broken up with him so abruptly, right after coming back from a vacation in Daytona. He had told Xander that a vacation in a hot place where there would be millions of horny, half-naked guys ogling his girl's goods, was not the best place for their girlfriends to go, but no, it had to always be Xander's way.
Spike sighed to himself, than loudly cleared his throat.
"So, new tattoo. New attitude. You want to tell me exactly what happened in Daytona, luv?" Spike asked Cordelia, and she sighed in exasperation. She rolled her dark eyes and at him and flipped back her shiny mane.
"Well, if you just want to torture yourself . . ." she trailed off, taking one look at his intense blue eyes, and then decided answering was a must at this moment. She took a moment to think, and then began her story.
"Well, ok, what if. So, we go to this club one night, right? And we have a few drinks, and Faith gets totally plastered. She starts grinding with this old guy on the dance floor, and then next thing we know she's totally macking with him, tongue and everything, for like twenty minutes." Cordelia paused to have another laugh, probably mentally recounting that image. Spike shot her a death glare and she hurriedly continued talking.
"Well, imagine our surprise when we find out this guy is Zeke Donner's hairdresser-" Spike cut her off, with a confused look on his face.
"Wasn't he gay?" Spike asked her, and the two were both silent as they contemplated this, deep in thought. Finally Cordelia nodded, biting her lip, and she answered, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was. But anyways."
"Yeah, anyways."
"So he invites us to this party the next day, with all these way important producers and stuff. It's a beach party and everyone's just dancing. MTV had these girls dancing on these little stages, and they were being hand picked from the crowd to go and dance and be one TV. Me and Faith were competing to see who would get picked, and she was so majorly pissed that I was the one and she wasn't, and I got to be on MTV-"
"Is there a bloody point to this story? Like the one where you fuck me over?"
"Yeah, relax, I'm getting there. So I go up, and start doing my thing. But I, like, stumble, and I was going to fall off, which would have been so embarrassing, cause it was on TV and everything. So I grab on to the nearest shoulder, and it turns out to be the majorly toned shoulder of Riley Finn!"
"Riley Finn?! What kind of a name is that?" Spike asked incredulously, snapping Cordelia out of her Riley-induced faze. She just glared at him and shot back, "Well what kind of a name is Spike? Riley is from the Real World."
"Like what, Receda?" Spike asked her, forehead scrunched up.
"No!" Cordelia answered in frustration. She held up a hand, waving it as she talked. "You know? Real World, LA, Second Season?"
Spike thought silently for a moment, than started laughing as recognition washed over him. "Riley Finn, the no-necked farm boy?"
Cordelia just made a face at him, then looked up into space as she recalled the later events of her time spent with Riley. "The rest of the days were kind of a blur. I just remember a lot of sex and going to the beach, and then having some more sex. I even got this tattoo so that we could always remember out time together."
Cordelia was still gazing into nowhere, absently running a figure over her tattoo, which was a heart with a stake through it, while Spike was trying to process the weird information. Basically she left you for some cow-fed jock that has no future, or neck for that matter. Spike then nodded to himself, finally getting it. He turned back to Cordy.
"So is that it then?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Pretty much, yeah." She looked at him.
"But don't worry, we'll still go to Prom together. I mean, it is only appropriate for the King and Queen to go together." She reached forward to grab his face, but he pulled away, his eyes stony and cold. Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What, did you think I would leave high school still dating you?" She looked at Spike expectantly, who was wearing a sad face. She gave a pitying, yet still mocking smile as she noticed this.
"Oh my god, you did, that's so sweet." She threw him a saccharine sweet smile, standing up and pulling her bag back over her shoulder.
"Ouch! Can you believe that this thing still hurts?" she said, referring to her shoulder. Spike just watched her saunter off carelessly. He turned to look, and saw that everyone had been watching them. As soon as they noticed his glare, everyone went back to their lunches and chatter resumed again.
"Bloody effin' hell," he muttered to himself.
*?*?*?*
Spike stalked down the stairs as the final bell rang. Xander sidled up to him, giving his friend a sympathetic look as he adjusted his backpack. Just then, the voice of the school DJ filtered out of the speakers.
"My condolences go out to a certain guy that got dumped today, by his longtime, magically delicious girlfriend."
Spike stopped in his tracks, jaw tensing as he heard the statement. Xander just shrugged his shoulder easily and gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back. "Hey, don't worry man. Nobody will know that it's you." Then the next part came through, to be heard by the thousands of students at the school.
"Just hang in there, Spike. It happens to the best of us. What doesn't kill you, will hopefully make you stronger, man."
Spike cringed, and practically flew down the stairs in his rush to get out of the cursed school. He needed to be away from the people, from the embarrassment, and most of all from the pitying looks people were sending him. Xander followed him, and they were soon joined by a smirking Angel.
But as he reached the bottom of the steps, he resisted the urge to go straight back up them again. He had a clear view of the school parking lot, and right in his line of vision was Cordelia running to that meathead, Riley Finn. Riley climbed, or more like lumbered, out of his sleek Corvette, waving and winking at the small crowd of screaming girls that were awaiting him. Cordelia just pushed past them all and promptly starting making out with her newest boyfriend. Riley took notice of Spike intently watching them, and he sent Spike a thumbs up and a smile. Spike just shot back the bird, and turned away.
"You know," Spike said to Angel and Xander, "I don't know who the hell she thinks she is." His friends shared a look as Spike vented out, enraged at his ex. "There are two thousand girls in this school and I could bang every single one of them. She's replaceable, I don't need her."
"Spare me this crazy-ass shit about Cordelia Chase being replaceable. We're talking about Cordelia here." Angel replied back, chuckling.
"I have to agree with him," Xander said, "He's right." Angel glanced at Xander, and then back at Spike.
"Of course I'm right. That girl's an institution at our school. Every girl wants to be her, every guy wants to nail her." Angel told them, quite sure of himself. It didn't help that Xander kept nodding in agree. But Spike just shook his head, smile on his face.
"No, you see, that's just the illusion she gives. That's not her at all. Strip away all the make up, the clothes, and the attitude, an' all you have is a C+ student in a Wonder Bra." Spike said assuredly, knowing that he was probably the only one not fooled by one Miss Cordelia Chase. But Angel just laughed, and Xander snickered in his hand.
"Sure buddy. Maybe this breakup was harder on you then we thought." Angel said, and patted his friend on the shoulder. Spike smiled back, but just shook his head at his dumb-ass friends.
"Seriously, man, given the right look, and the right boyfriend," Spike started, pointing to himself, "then any girl could be crowned the next bloody Prom Queen. I'm sure of it."
Angel started laughing, but then stopped abruptly when he saw that Spike wasn't joking at all. He had a serious, clear look in his eyes. Angel just chuckled and then announced, "If you're so sure, then do you wanna make a wager on that?"
Spike and Angel looked hard at each other, eyes locked. Xander looked back and forth at them, worried that something was going to happen. His two friends always competed with the other on everything, from sports to school to nailing the hottest girl.
"Listen, Angel, our man here isn't in his right mind. He's emotionally shattered. It wouldn't be right that we take advantage right now, dude." Xander stated, hoping that Angel would just drop the whole thing. But then Spike turned to him and gave him a cocky smile.
"Sure, why not. What are the terms?" Spike asked Angel, lighting up a cigarette. Angel just grinned at him, albeit a bit evilly.
"Well, let's see. . . two months until prom, right? Gives us plenty of time. I pick a girl, any girl in this whole school, and you have two months to turn her into the Prom Queen. Simple as that." Angel outlined, and Spike took it into consideration. Then his mouth split into a smirk.
"You're on, Angel."
"You're gonna go down, buddy." The two gazed at each other for an intense minute, Xander caught between interfering or leaving them be. Then Angel smiled too, and started walking down the hall.
"Let's go shopping," Angel said, and they started laughing.
The three sauntered down the crowded hallway, Angel searching for the perfect candidate. Spike, although he looked collected, was silently hoping that this stupid bet wouldn't blow up in his face. Xander was just extremely hungry and hoping that the girl would get picked soon so he could go home and eat, then maybe call Anya over to get some 'attention'. He smiled to himself at the thought.
"Hey, over there," Angel said, pointing. Spike looked and burst into laughter. The girl was pulling out a major wedge from her ass, fidgeting as her hand dug around deep inside.
"Rectal archaeology, very nice," Angel said, and the three continued on.
They came upon a girl, with thick bushy hair and a uni-brow. She was shuffling down the hallway in baggy pants and a ripped top. Angel didn't even say anything, just pointed, and the three started dying again.
"No, I'm sure we can find better," Angel said, grinning widely.
Suddenly Angel stopped, and bent over, laughing as he pointed at the newest possible Prom Queen. She had long scraggly hair, complete with puffy bangs, and a huge shiny headgear wrapped around her head. She wore huge glasses that were really thick, and that practically swallowed up her face. Her face was dotted with exploding bouts of acne, and her buckteeth poked out of her mouth as she walked past the trio. She even wore a jumper dress with bright pink leg warmers that should have been banned years ago. Spike nearly had a shit attack as he realized that this would probably be the person he would have to turn into the newest popular girl. He cringed as Angel turned to him with a mocking smile on his face.
"Well, well, it looks like-" And then he suddenly stopped, his face almost lighting up as his eyes caught a particular person smile spreading over his face. Spike, dreading to look, turned around as Angel said, "And we have a winner." And when Spike saw who it was, he had the sudden urge to run home to his mommy and pretend the bet had never happened.
Buffy Summers, in all her smock-wearing and paint brush toting glory, had just tripped on the stairs and now lied sprawled out amongst her strewn books and pencil crayons. It was, of course, one of the biggest geeks in school, that had a rep of being obsessed with art, and who worked at the Falafel Hut. Not necessarily ugly, but outdated and very plain, with a supposedly small rack. Who could tell underneath all the baggy clothes?
Angel slapped Spike's back as Spike gave him the death glare. "You have got to be 'effin kidding me, Angel." But one look at Angel's face, and the shake of his head, Spike knew that it was no horrible joke.
"Oh god," he muttered to himself, knowing that he had just lost the bet. And by Angel's smile, his friend knew it too. Spike, with one last hope, turned to a snickering Xander. He gave his friend a rare pleading look.
"Please, Xan, you have got to help me."
"No way man, I ain't getting involved." Xander retorted, then burst into full laughter as he took another look at Buffy, her ass crack showing as she bent over to pick up a sheaf of paper. Angel just shook his head, not feeling the least bit sorry.
"Fine, I'll do it." Spike said angrily, rolling his eyes as he risked another glance at the petite blonde. He felt his heart drop.
Angel smirked. "Well then you better get going. Cause on my calculations, you have two months until prom. And if Buffy Summers is going to be Queen, then it seems you have your work cut out for you." Angel laughed again, him and Xander grabbing each other's shoulders for support. Spike just sneered at them, then turned around to face his newest project. He couldn't waste any time.
Taking a deep breath, he started swaggering over to Buffy. He pulled on his most endearing smile, hoping to God that some divine intervention would help him out here. Cause this would be absolutely impossible to pull off.
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*To be continued. . .
Summary: A/U, based on the movie "She's All That". Buffy Summers is turned from geek to chic (I always wanted to say that) when the popular class president, William 'Spike' Siler, makes a bet with his friends. But soon he begins to fall in love, and so does she; what will Buffy say when she finds out he's a liar?
A/n: Alright, close your mouths. I know it's a quick update, but aren't ya'll just so proud? The story didn't really move forward at all in the last chapter, so I'm hoping that we get some action in this one (actually, you and me both). If you haven't seen the movie, I'm hoping that you can still enjoy the story anyways. And by the way, if you don't like my writing, then don't complain. I don't ask for flames, so I don't expect them. After all, if you wanna send me hate mail, I'll sic my Spike on you. My evil, bad, rude Spike. Actually, scratch that. Evil and bad Spike stays with me, all night long :)
Drum roll, please.
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Spike sat expectantly beside a bored Cordy, who was busy examining her nails, fidgeting like she'd rather be anywhere else at the moment. The two were on the quad at lunch time, after Spike had demanded that she tell him exactly why the hell she had broken up with him so abruptly, right after coming back from a vacation in Daytona. He had told Xander that a vacation in a hot place where there would be millions of horny, half-naked guys ogling his girl's goods, was not the best place for their girlfriends to go, but no, it had to always be Xander's way.
Spike sighed to himself, than loudly cleared his throat.
"So, new tattoo. New attitude. You want to tell me exactly what happened in Daytona, luv?" Spike asked Cordelia, and she sighed in exasperation. She rolled her dark eyes and at him and flipped back her shiny mane.
"Well, if you just want to torture yourself . . ." she trailed off, taking one look at his intense blue eyes, and then decided answering was a must at this moment. She took a moment to think, and then began her story.
"Well, ok, what if. So, we go to this club one night, right? And we have a few drinks, and Faith gets totally plastered. She starts grinding with this old guy on the dance floor, and then next thing we know she's totally macking with him, tongue and everything, for like twenty minutes." Cordelia paused to have another laugh, probably mentally recounting that image. Spike shot her a death glare and she hurriedly continued talking.
"Well, imagine our surprise when we find out this guy is Zeke Donner's hairdresser-" Spike cut her off, with a confused look on his face.
"Wasn't he gay?" Spike asked her, and the two were both silent as they contemplated this, deep in thought. Finally Cordelia nodded, biting her lip, and she answered, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure he was. But anyways."
"Yeah, anyways."
"So he invites us to this party the next day, with all these way important producers and stuff. It's a beach party and everyone's just dancing. MTV had these girls dancing on these little stages, and they were being hand picked from the crowd to go and dance and be one TV. Me and Faith were competing to see who would get picked, and she was so majorly pissed that I was the one and she wasn't, and I got to be on MTV-"
"Is there a bloody point to this story? Like the one where you fuck me over?"
"Yeah, relax, I'm getting there. So I go up, and start doing my thing. But I, like, stumble, and I was going to fall off, which would have been so embarrassing, cause it was on TV and everything. So I grab on to the nearest shoulder, and it turns out to be the majorly toned shoulder of Riley Finn!"
"Riley Finn?! What kind of a name is that?" Spike asked incredulously, snapping Cordelia out of her Riley-induced faze. She just glared at him and shot back, "Well what kind of a name is Spike? Riley is from the Real World."
"Like what, Receda?" Spike asked her, forehead scrunched up.
"No!" Cordelia answered in frustration. She held up a hand, waving it as she talked. "You know? Real World, LA, Second Season?"
Spike thought silently for a moment, than started laughing as recognition washed over him. "Riley Finn, the no-necked farm boy?"
Cordelia just made a face at him, then looked up into space as she recalled the later events of her time spent with Riley. "The rest of the days were kind of a blur. I just remember a lot of sex and going to the beach, and then having some more sex. I even got this tattoo so that we could always remember out time together."
Cordelia was still gazing into nowhere, absently running a figure over her tattoo, which was a heart with a stake through it, while Spike was trying to process the weird information. Basically she left you for some cow-fed jock that has no future, or neck for that matter. Spike then nodded to himself, finally getting it. He turned back to Cordy.
"So is that it then?" he asked her. She nodded.
"Pretty much, yeah." She looked at him.
"But don't worry, we'll still go to Prom together. I mean, it is only appropriate for the King and Queen to go together." She reached forward to grab his face, but he pulled away, his eyes stony and cold. Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"What, did you think I would leave high school still dating you?" She looked at Spike expectantly, who was wearing a sad face. She gave a pitying, yet still mocking smile as she noticed this.
"Oh my god, you did, that's so sweet." She threw him a saccharine sweet smile, standing up and pulling her bag back over her shoulder.
"Ouch! Can you believe that this thing still hurts?" she said, referring to her shoulder. Spike just watched her saunter off carelessly. He turned to look, and saw that everyone had been watching them. As soon as they noticed his glare, everyone went back to their lunches and chatter resumed again.
"Bloody effin' hell," he muttered to himself.
*?*?*?*
Spike stalked down the stairs as the final bell rang. Xander sidled up to him, giving his friend a sympathetic look as he adjusted his backpack. Just then, the voice of the school DJ filtered out of the speakers.
"My condolences go out to a certain guy that got dumped today, by his longtime, magically delicious girlfriend."
Spike stopped in his tracks, jaw tensing as he heard the statement. Xander just shrugged his shoulder easily and gave his friend a reassuring pat on the back. "Hey, don't worry man. Nobody will know that it's you." Then the next part came through, to be heard by the thousands of students at the school.
"Just hang in there, Spike. It happens to the best of us. What doesn't kill you, will hopefully make you stronger, man."
Spike cringed, and practically flew down the stairs in his rush to get out of the cursed school. He needed to be away from the people, from the embarrassment, and most of all from the pitying looks people were sending him. Xander followed him, and they were soon joined by a smirking Angel.
But as he reached the bottom of the steps, he resisted the urge to go straight back up them again. He had a clear view of the school parking lot, and right in his line of vision was Cordelia running to that meathead, Riley Finn. Riley climbed, or more like lumbered, out of his sleek Corvette, waving and winking at the small crowd of screaming girls that were awaiting him. Cordelia just pushed past them all and promptly starting making out with her newest boyfriend. Riley took notice of Spike intently watching them, and he sent Spike a thumbs up and a smile. Spike just shot back the bird, and turned away.
"You know," Spike said to Angel and Xander, "I don't know who the hell she thinks she is." His friends shared a look as Spike vented out, enraged at his ex. "There are two thousand girls in this school and I could bang every single one of them. She's replaceable, I don't need her."
"Spare me this crazy-ass shit about Cordelia Chase being replaceable. We're talking about Cordelia here." Angel replied back, chuckling.
"I have to agree with him," Xander said, "He's right." Angel glanced at Xander, and then back at Spike.
"Of course I'm right. That girl's an institution at our school. Every girl wants to be her, every guy wants to nail her." Angel told them, quite sure of himself. It didn't help that Xander kept nodding in agree. But Spike just shook his head, smile on his face.
"No, you see, that's just the illusion she gives. That's not her at all. Strip away all the make up, the clothes, and the attitude, an' all you have is a C+ student in a Wonder Bra." Spike said assuredly, knowing that he was probably the only one not fooled by one Miss Cordelia Chase. But Angel just laughed, and Xander snickered in his hand.
"Sure buddy. Maybe this breakup was harder on you then we thought." Angel said, and patted his friend on the shoulder. Spike smiled back, but just shook his head at his dumb-ass friends.
"Seriously, man, given the right look, and the right boyfriend," Spike started, pointing to himself, "then any girl could be crowned the next bloody Prom Queen. I'm sure of it."
Angel started laughing, but then stopped abruptly when he saw that Spike wasn't joking at all. He had a serious, clear look in his eyes. Angel just chuckled and then announced, "If you're so sure, then do you wanna make a wager on that?"
Spike and Angel looked hard at each other, eyes locked. Xander looked back and forth at them, worried that something was going to happen. His two friends always competed with the other on everything, from sports to school to nailing the hottest girl.
"Listen, Angel, our man here isn't in his right mind. He's emotionally shattered. It wouldn't be right that we take advantage right now, dude." Xander stated, hoping that Angel would just drop the whole thing. But then Spike turned to him and gave him a cocky smile.
"Sure, why not. What are the terms?" Spike asked Angel, lighting up a cigarette. Angel just grinned at him, albeit a bit evilly.
"Well, let's see. . . two months until prom, right? Gives us plenty of time. I pick a girl, any girl in this whole school, and you have two months to turn her into the Prom Queen. Simple as that." Angel outlined, and Spike took it into consideration. Then his mouth split into a smirk.
"You're on, Angel."
"You're gonna go down, buddy." The two gazed at each other for an intense minute, Xander caught between interfering or leaving them be. Then Angel smiled too, and started walking down the hall.
"Let's go shopping," Angel said, and they started laughing.
The three sauntered down the crowded hallway, Angel searching for the perfect candidate. Spike, although he looked collected, was silently hoping that this stupid bet wouldn't blow up in his face. Xander was just extremely hungry and hoping that the girl would get picked soon so he could go home and eat, then maybe call Anya over to get some 'attention'. He smiled to himself at the thought.
"Hey, over there," Angel said, pointing. Spike looked and burst into laughter. The girl was pulling out a major wedge from her ass, fidgeting as her hand dug around deep inside.
"Rectal archaeology, very nice," Angel said, and the three continued on.
They came upon a girl, with thick bushy hair and a uni-brow. She was shuffling down the hallway in baggy pants and a ripped top. Angel didn't even say anything, just pointed, and the three started dying again.
"No, I'm sure we can find better," Angel said, grinning widely.
Suddenly Angel stopped, and bent over, laughing as he pointed at the newest possible Prom Queen. She had long scraggly hair, complete with puffy bangs, and a huge shiny headgear wrapped around her head. She wore huge glasses that were really thick, and that practically swallowed up her face. Her face was dotted with exploding bouts of acne, and her buckteeth poked out of her mouth as she walked past the trio. She even wore a jumper dress with bright pink leg warmers that should have been banned years ago. Spike nearly had a shit attack as he realized that this would probably be the person he would have to turn into the newest popular girl. He cringed as Angel turned to him with a mocking smile on his face.
"Well, well, it looks like-" And then he suddenly stopped, his face almost lighting up as his eyes caught a particular person smile spreading over his face. Spike, dreading to look, turned around as Angel said, "And we have a winner." And when Spike saw who it was, he had the sudden urge to run home to his mommy and pretend the bet had never happened.
Buffy Summers, in all her smock-wearing and paint brush toting glory, had just tripped on the stairs and now lied sprawled out amongst her strewn books and pencil crayons. It was, of course, one of the biggest geeks in school, that had a rep of being obsessed with art, and who worked at the Falafel Hut. Not necessarily ugly, but outdated and very plain, with a supposedly small rack. Who could tell underneath all the baggy clothes?
Angel slapped Spike's back as Spike gave him the death glare. "You have got to be 'effin kidding me, Angel." But one look at Angel's face, and the shake of his head, Spike knew that it was no horrible joke.
"Oh god," he muttered to himself, knowing that he had just lost the bet. And by Angel's smile, his friend knew it too. Spike, with one last hope, turned to a snickering Xander. He gave his friend a rare pleading look.
"Please, Xan, you have got to help me."
"No way man, I ain't getting involved." Xander retorted, then burst into full laughter as he took another look at Buffy, her ass crack showing as she bent over to pick up a sheaf of paper. Angel just shook his head, not feeling the least bit sorry.
"Fine, I'll do it." Spike said angrily, rolling his eyes as he risked another glance at the petite blonde. He felt his heart drop.
Angel smirked. "Well then you better get going. Cause on my calculations, you have two months until prom. And if Buffy Summers is going to be Queen, then it seems you have your work cut out for you." Angel laughed again, him and Xander grabbing each other's shoulders for support. Spike just sneered at them, then turned around to face his newest project. He couldn't waste any time.
Taking a deep breath, he started swaggering over to Buffy. He pulled on his most endearing smile, hoping to God that some divine intervention would help him out here. Cause this would be absolutely impossible to pull off.
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*To be continued. . .
