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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: Well here's the next chappy. I have like three stories going on now (including a sequel to "Until Forever"), so please forgive me if I don't update regularly, or I seem to have gone into hibernation for a week or two. Tee-hee (lol I am soooo gay), well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's not extremely long or anything but I hope you can get something from it. I have to admit, I wasn't even sure if I should continue this one, but my love for Freddie Prinze Jr. and James Marsters as Class Prez (yeah, that'll happen), and of course, you guys, has driven me forward.

Mesh, doggies!

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"Hello there, pet. And how might you be today?"

Buffy, wide- eyed and extremely shell-shocked, turned around to the voice she was pretty sure could only belong to one person. And when she met bright, bright, startlingly blue eyes, bleached hair that was spiked, and a mega-watt smile aimed directly at her, she knew she had been right.

It was the one and only, totally edible badass Class president, Spike Siler.

Oh, yum was her first thought. But there was one thing strange about this picture, as reality sunk in. He was talking to her. HE was talking to HER. And he never talked to her. Not even to make fun of her crusty shoes or limp hair. . . he just basically ignored her entire existence. And then she remembered why she hated people like him, even thought she could barely think through the Spike-induced haze of her mind.

So she did the only thing she could think of, and that was to make a half- disgusted, half-insane face that was sure to scare off even a vampire. His eyebrows raised but the smile still held. She felt that if he kept smiling like that sooner or later she was going to melt to the floor in a big puddle of jelly. And it wouldn't do to get slime on that black duster of his.

He winked at her sister Dawn, who had been waiting for their mother beside her older sister. Dawn just grinned back, her big brown eyes taking on a dreamy quality that Buffy was alarmed at. If her sister fell for Spike then she would never hear the end of it. Buffy just sighed.

"Hey, Daniella." Spike said to Dawn, the smile, though it seemed physically impossible, apparently grew huger. Dawn swooned.

"Hey, Spike." Dawn answered brightly, proud at herself for keeping her voice half neutral. She gazed up into the older boys eyes, already planning their wedding. Buffy just snorted, surprised at her courage and sudden anger.

"Hey, Billy, her name is Dawn," Buffy said scornfully, raising her eyes to meet his. He looked at her in surprise, their gazes catching just for an instant. It was enough to make Buffy flush. Spike mercifully rested his eyes on her sister again, this time a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Sorry bout that, Dawnie." He answered, and Dawn grinned at the use of his nickname for her. She decided that she would officially change it just for him, because whatever he wanted to call her suited her just fine.

"Well Buffy, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to-" Spike was rudely cut off as Buffy sent him one more scathing look before she abruptly got up from her stone bench and pulled Dawn along with her. She walked away, one hand held up in a careless goodbye wave to him. Spike watched them in shock, his face flaming as the spectators around them started tittering and whispering.

He heard a loud guffaw behind him, and his eyes shut briefly before he turned around to face Angel and Xander, both who were laughing heartily at his embarrassment. He flipped them the bird, which only made them laugh even harder. His trademark scowl slid over his face.

"Yeah, ha bloody ha. Laugh it up. Who cares if my whole reputation is shot because of some stupid bint, right?" He muttered, and then stalked away. Angel and Xander stopped laughing momentarily to listen to his words, than burst into some fresh laughter as they followed Spike to the parking lot.



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"Hey, dick brain."

"Hey shit face."

Spike flopped down onto the couch beside his younger step- brother Connor, beer bottle in hand, who was watching an old episode of The Real World and eating out of a huge, crumbly, bag of chips. Spike scowled when he saw what was on TV, grabbing the remote from his brother's hands. His brother glared at him but was too lazy to fight for the remote. Spike angrily changed the channel, only losing the attitude when he was far away from the reality show. He sat back, Connor turning his head to give his step- brother an amused look.

"What? I had to get that bloody shit off." Spike said defensively, and Connor just chuckled, popping another ship into his mouth.

"So, you were dumped, huh?" Connor asked Spike placidly, and Spike glanced at him, surprised, before he just nodded and answered, "Yeah. How did you know?"

Connor shrugged, rooting in the chip bag until he found a folded 'wish chip'. He grinned at his prize then reverted his attention back to his step- brother.

"Well, I was at home today, skipped school. Had nothing better to do so I watched TV all day, and they played the Daytona Special like a fucking billion times. And I saw." Connor explained, lazily reaching down to scratch his crotch. Spike rolled his eyes, thoughts of Cordy back on his mind.

"Well, whatever. The 'effin bitch didn't do shit for me, so it doesn't even really matter." Spike explained. Connor looked at him briefly.

"Guess so. But fuck man, she was hot," Connor said, and Spike looked at him. They met gazes and smiled. "Hell yeah. And you should have seen the way she went down. Fucking Goddess of Head." Spike answered, realizing that while stupid and annoying, Cordelia did have some good uses. Conner chuckled again. "Yeah, she has that look about her."

Connor tipped the empty bag into his mouth, catching the crumbs. He threw the finished bag on the floor, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "So man, who's the rebound slut?" Connor asked Spike, propping his feet on the antique coffee table, Spike following suit even though he had on muddy combat boots. Spike shrugged.

"Aw, no one really. Just some bloody bet I made." Spike explained, picking up his beer bottle and downing half of it in one chug. He wiped his mouth.

"Bet?" Connor asked him, his interest now riveted. Spike nodded disinterestedly. "Yeah, made a bet with Angel. I have to win." Connor was about to answer when he heard the front door slam, his mother and Spike's father walking in the door. He swore.

"Fuck, I gotta go. Mom and Giles are home." Connor said, standing up, and looking under the mess of empty food packages and beer cans to find his coat. Spike watched him, smirk on his face. His little step- brother hated Spike's father. Spike didn't blame him, as Rupert was a prick with his head shoved up his ass. Even thought he and Jenny had been married for over five years, Connor still insisted on calling his step- father by his middle name. Spike settled back in the couch.

"What the hell did you do now?" he asked Connor. His step- brother was always in trouble, even worse then Spike. At least Spike was somewhat smart, and went to school, even though he rebelled against everything his parents or school said. But Connor didn't give two shits about anyone, and he was constantly getting suspensions and arrested.

"Nothing yet. But you know your father, once he finds out I didn't go to school today he's gonna have my fucking head. Tell them I went to Kendra's house, okay?" Connor said quickly, slipping on his jacket. Spike frowned.

"Who the fuck is Kendra?"

"My new girlfriend. She goes to an all girls school, so she thinks that I'm the best guy out there. Doesn't know I'm a complete asshole, and she thinks all guys deserve head all the time." Connor said, devilish smile on his face. Spike grinned back.

"Good job. Get the bloody hell out of here, before Daddy dearest finds you."

Connor saluted his brother and jetted out the kitchen door, Spike watching him with a grin. Even thought they were step- siblings they got along better then most sisters and brothers did. They had a mutual understanding that they wanted to make their parents lives a living hell, so it all worked out for the best between the two teenagers.

Rupert Siler and his dark- haired wife, Jenny Siler, walked into the living room to find their eldest son watching TV. Spike looked up at the two, his face scowling at his father, but melting into a genuine smile when his eyes rested on Jenny. He liked his step- mother; she understood what it was to be a teen as she was one not that long ago.

"Hey." Spike greeted, then turned back to the TV.

"Hello, sweetie. Did you happen to see my son?" Jenny answered back, knowing by the messy floor her son had skipped school today. She wanted to warn him that he better not to it again so that her husband found out. Spike glanced at her, nodding.

"Yeah, went to Kendra's house."

"Who the bloody hell is Kendra?" Rupert asked, his face scrunching up. His step- son, though Rupert loved him, was honestly insane. Rupert assumed that Kendra was another of Connor's slutty girlfriends, as he did have a new one each week.

"Girlfriend," Spike said automatically, eyes still trained on the TV. Rupert shrugged and then nodded, and Jenny rolled her dark eyes.

"Another one," she muttered, than turned to walk out of the living room. "I'm going to go make dinner," she called out, and disappeared from view.

Rupert sighed, and started going through the mail in his hand. His worn face lit up into a bright smile when he came upon a thick envelope. He held it up proudly.

"Spike, you got another one. Yale this time." He said to his son, referring to another college admissions envelope. Rupert has been incredibly proud and impressed his son had gotten so many of them, from so many top quality schools. Spike had a real chance to go far in life.

But as usual, Spike didn't even care about the envelope. His posture didn't change as he kept on watching the TV. "Great." He said, and then went back to ignoring his father. Rupert felt his temper start to rise, as it usually did when he and his son discussed university or college. He willed himself to calm down before another argument erupted.

"William-" Rupert started. "Spike." Spike said firmly, turning slightly to glare at his father. Rupert sighed and relented. "Spike. Don't you think it's time you look upon your choices and decide what university you will be attending? Many of these admission deadlines are coming up soon-"

Once again, Spike cut him off. "Listen. Dad. I already told you that I don't want to go to a bloody nancy boy university or college. I want to stay here in California and go to the local college. I've already decided."

Rupert glared at his son. He just couldn't believe, or accept, that his son was willing to pass up all of these rare opportunities. It was stupid and immature, and he wasn't going to accept his son's decision.

"Spike, I will not stand here and let you give up these chances. You will choose a better school or I will see to it that you go there anyways, whether on your own will, or my own. I'm serious about this; your future is at stake!"

Spike growled at his father, his eyes turning hard and cold. This argument was the same one that had been going on for weeks, ever since he had gotten his first entrance request. While his father had big dreams for him, Spike wasn't sure he wanted to be in them. Right now he just wanted to go to the local school and live a laid back life.

"Dad, sod off. I'm not going to go to some bloody academic school!"

"Spike, you can become someone great. You're throwing away all of your bloody chances, and I won't let you-"

Spike stalked forward, his jaw tensed. "I won't go to the school you want me to. I don't want to be some soddin' engineer or doctor. And if you can't accept that, then we're done here."

Spike gave his father one last steely look before he sauntered out of the room, his heavy boots clunking on the floor. Rupert looked to the heavens for help, muttering under his breath. His son was incredibly hardheaded and stubborn, but he wasn't going to let Spike win this one. Rupert sighed. He couldn't let a brilliant boy like his son throw away his chances. Rupert had done that too, and it almost ruined his life.

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"So you walked away from him? The hottie class president?"

"Um . . . maybe, I possibly could have . . ."

"Buffy! Oh my god next time I see you I'm gonna kill you!"

Buffy paced her kitchen length, toiling the phone cord around her finger as she talked to her best friend, Willow. She needed to tell her about the whole weird thing that had happened this afternoon. Something that she still didn't understand several hours later, after a two-hour reflection in which she had been running what he had said to her over and over in her mind.

And still she couldn't understand why he would talk to her.

"But Willow, you can't blame me. Suddenly he comes up to me, and starts talking to me, even though he never has before. It was just a little bit odd!" Buffy exclaimed shrilly. She quited and then said, "Well, hopefully if he had anything important to say then he'll try to talk to me again. Right?"

"Yeah, I guess. If he doesn't, you are officially dead."

"Yeah, yeah, Wills. Whatever. Hey, are you going to come to my art show tomorrow? The gallery is going to display my paintings with some other amateur artists. It's not going to be too fancy, but I think you might like it." Buffy explained, and she waited for Willow to answer a bit anxiously. This was the first time her art would be shown publicly, and it was incredibly nerve-racking.

"Of course, Buff. I'll be there, 7: 00 sharp, I promise."

"Good." Buffy smiled happily, then looked at the time. She sighed. "Sorry Wills, but I have to go. I still got a mountain of undone homework, and it's not getting any smaller as I talk here."

Willow chuckled, and said, "Bye Buff."

"Bye Wills."

Buffy clicked the cordless phone shut, and leaned against the counter. She just couldn't get a certain blonde guy out of her head. She always swore to herself she would never fall for one of 'them'. The popular kids. It could only end in heart break on her part.

She sighed again. It was such a shame, really. Spike *really* was hot. Too bad he was a bastard prick along with his unusual good looks. They always are. They know it and they flaunt it.

Buffy sighed once more before she walked out of the kitchen, turning off the light. The room was shrouded in darkness, the streetlights casting shadows on the walls.

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*To be continued . . .