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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: Yay, another chappy. As always, thanks for all the reviews. Even though I won't sit here and pretend reviews make me write faster (once lazy, always lazy), I will admit that they make my day, and certainly lets me know what you guys want. After all, it's really only about you guys, isn't it? I know that this story isn't an NC-17 rating, but since I have a dirty mind and I love Spuffy smut, I will be writing a chapter soon that will contain sex in it; but I will only send that chapter to Spuffy Archives, where you can read it. For ff.net, the chapter will only be a very mild R.

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"Love isn't brains, people, it's blood." -Spike, Season 3

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"But did he actually kiss her?"

"No, but-''

"So then no actual physical contact besides her hand?"

"Um, I guess not-''

"That's what I thought. You have no idea who she is; for all you know she could be his freakin' sister."

"Wills!"

"No, you're crazy. This guy is hot; more then hot, he's gorgeous. He's nice, funny, he's got a killer smile, and he seems to like you. What's so hard to understand about that?"

Buffy sighed, leaning against her countertop as she talked to Willow on her phone. She had been telling her about last night, and the little skank that had been practically devouring Spike with her eyes. But Willow was, for once in her life, completely disagreeing with Buffy.

"I don't know Wills. He's just so . . . so different then me. I mean, look at his last girlfriend, than look at me. I see a slightly huge difference there."

Buffy sighed, nibbling on her bottom lip. She just didn't know anymore. If Spike was actually after her, just because of the fact that he liked her, it was almost worse. She had no experience with guys; and Spike was sure to be experienced. She couldn't keep up with him and his friends.

"Buffy, believe me, you're beautiful."

Ding Dong!

"Shit Wills, the door. I'll call you back later, okay?"

"Of course. Bye."

Buffy hung up the phone and raced to the door. Her sister had beaten her to it though, and was currently gazing at the person on the other side of the half-opened door with the utmost rapture and love. Her mouth had dropped open, her blue eyes wide. Buffy frowned. Who the hell could be able to shut her sister up for that amount of time without even speaking to her?

As she pulled open the door the rest of the way, she got her answer. Spike Siler and his killer smile, that's who. He was smiling at the sisters, dressed in dark blue swimming trunks and a red shirt that wasn't buttoned. Buffy's eyes voluntarily dropped to the smooth cuts of his light chest, down the ribbed goodness of his stomach, and further down to muscular legs that eventually led to sandaled feet.

"Oh god," Buffy squeaked out, before her face flushed and she retracted quickly. "Uh, I meant, hey Spike. What brings you here?"

Spike smirked, but didn't comment on her reaction. He knew he was a handsome fellow, but he wasn't going to flaunt it. He smiled at Buffy's cute little sister, than changed his gaze to Buffy herself. "Hey there, girls." Buffy's sister suddenly erupted into small giggles as she checked him out, not bothering to be subtle.

"Nice . . . trunks, Spike." Dawn said wickedly, and Buffy rolled her eyes at the expression on her sister's face. She looked like one of those hungry lions on the Discovery Channel, watching the antelope and getting ready to pounce. She was only thirteen for god sakes.

"Dawn, don't you have somewhere to be?'' Buffy said, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing her arms. She raised an eyebrow. Spike just looked on in amusement, watching the exchange with a smirk.

Dawn, ever the annoying little brat, shook her head. "Nope." She went back to ogling Spike's . . . chest. Of course, his chest.

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Dawn, you do!"

"No, I don't!"

"Well, maybe then I should just let Mom know about the toilet paper incident. She wouldn't like it very much if she knew that you-''

Dawn's eyes grew wide, and she put on a big fake smile. "Oh yeah, I have that thing. You know, the thing with that other thing. I better go right now to do that thing. Bye Spike."

Dawn took one more appreciative glance at Spike, eyes flickering to a very inappropriate spot for a thirteen year old, than scowled at a smirking Buffy. She stomped down the hallway, going to her room and shutting the door behind her. Buffy turned back to Spike.

"You never answered my question," she told him lightly. He frowned.

"And what was that, pet?"

"Why are you here, Spike?" Buffy asked him, arms still crossed. He gave her his best smile, and gestured to his crotch. Buffy's mouth went dry and her eyes bulged. She stood up straight quickly, ready to slap him if necessary.



"What?!" she practically yelled. He frowned again, blue eyes confused.

"Relax, luv. I just meant that I came here to ask you to the beach. That's why I'm in my swimming trunks." Spike explained carefully, stepping back at the look on her face. Buffy's eyebrows raised and she ducked her head sheepishly.

"Oh, of course," she mumbled, and Spike shot her a confused look.

"Well," she said quickly, trying to change the subject. "I can't go with you. My, uh, house is very dirty and in need of cleaning right away." Buffy paused, stepping back into her house. "So, goodbye."

She was about to close the door, but Spike held it open with his hand. His blue eyes furtively swept her house from over her shoulder. It was practically sparkling, it was so spotless. He then looked down at her, arching a scarred brow.

"Dirty, eh?"

Buffy was entranced with the shade of blue his eyes were. She swallowed hard, dropping her gaze to the floor: safer territory. She nodded.

"Yep, incredibly dirty. Dirtiest it's ever been. In fact, it's unlivable."

"Well okay." Spike sighed. He ran a hand through unruly platinum hair. Buffy held back a sigh of relief; he was leaving. She didn't know if she should really be spending any more time with Spike, and at least for now she had gotten out of it. But then Spike grinned, and she waited apprehensively for what he was going to say.

"If it's so dirty, then I'll help." Spike moved to step in the doorway. Buffy fumbled with a reply that would make him leave.

"Uh, no. Sorry, my mother only likes me cleaning the house, so it looks like your going to have to go now. See you." Buffy waved at him enthusiastically but he didn't seem to be getting the message. He rolled his eyes, realizing what game she was playing long before she herself realized that he knew.

"Well then I'll just go play Barbie's or some such rot with your little sis. I'd think she'd appreciate the older guidance, since you two don't seem to get along to well." Spike said innocently.

Buffy ground her teeth, and scowled at him. She pushed up her glasses sulkily and whirled around. "I'll get my suit."

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"The water's beautiful, innit?"

"Yeah," Buffy sighed, walking alongside Spike. She gazed up at the bright blue sky, clear and gorgeous. The sun was high, the weather hot. Beside her, on one side, was the brown dusty sand of the beach, spotted with blankets and colorful umbrellas. On the other side, the crisp blue green of the ocean, lapping gently at her bare feet as they trudged along the coast. She, for once in her life, was almost perfectly content.

She adjusted the strap of her jean overalls, as Spike leaned down to grab a small stone that was embedded in the wet sand. He chucked it far across the surface of the water, and it skipped a couple of times. Smile on his face, he turned back to her.

"Used to always do that when I was a kid," he chuckled, memories of past times flitting through his mind. Buffy smiled at him, realizing that he wasn't that bad. He wasn't really bad at all. It was just when he was around his friends he turned snide and arrogant, and criticized those who weren't as popular as he was.

"So, luv, tell me 'bout yourself." Spike asked her, putting his hands in his shirt pockets. He turned his face up to the sun, while she pondered this question. Finally she answered thoughtfully.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

Spike pretended to think hard about this. He grinned, and said, "Everything! All your deep, dark secrets that your mother doesn't even know."

Buffy laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "You are such a loser, you know that?" Spike shrugged his shoulders, smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah I know." Buffy smiled again, marveling at how comfortable they were with each other. It was if they had known each other for years.

"I did-"

As Buffy opened her mouth to speak, she was interrupted by a loud yell. "Hey, Siler! Get your white ass over here!"

Buffy frowned, looking around to place the voice. Spike had already found the source, and was staring grimly at the beach parking lot. He was having a good time with Buffy, and he didn't want someone else to intrude on his time with her. As soon as he had the though, he recoiled, thinking that he just had caught a case of temporary insanity. He loved his friends like brothers, and of course he wanted to see them. Buffy was just a bet.

"It's Angel and the rest of the gang," Spike told Buffy, pointing to the group unloading baskets and blankets. She watched them, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She really, really, didn't want to spend an afternoon with them. For some reason, she knew she wouldn't survive.

"Hail, hail, the gangs all here," Buffy muttered. But she didn't say anything more, as Spike walked them over to the edge of the sand. Spike ran a hand through his hair, trying to mentally figure out ways to minimize Buffy-embarrassment. He hoped, for once in his life, that his friends could actually behave themselves. Thank god Cordelia seemed to be too busy, probably further occupied with Riley, to come.

"If we're gonna be friends, pet, we have to deal with them sometime," he whispered in her ear softly. She looked up at him, sharing an understanding between them, and she just nodded.

"I called you house, and your mom said you were here. So we decided to crash the party," Angel grinned, greeting Spike with a slap on the back. Spike smiled back, doing the same to Angel.

Spike helped Angel and Xander unpack volleyball nets, while Buffy went off with Faith and Anya. Spike watched her protectively, until she settled into the sand beside the two other girls. As Faith and Anya unpacked sunglasses and sunscreen, Buffy dropped her black tote, along with her jean overalls. Spike's mouth went a little dry at the sight of the small, tanned girl in the little black swimsuit. It was nothing sexy or revealing, but it cut to her curves just right.

"Well, well," Angel said in surprise at the sight, catching where Spike's gaze was and following it. He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Look at the tits on Superfreak. So she does have an actual rack after all."

Spike clenched his jaw, feeling the large need to beat the shit out of Angel, but he somehow restrained himself, and kept quiet. He continued to unload the back of the Jeep in silence.

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Buffy watched the other girls warily as they undid their bright sarongs, revealing gorgeous bodies Buffy could only dream of having, scantily clad in skimpy bikinis. She lay in the golden sand beside them, in her black bathing suit. As they slathered on lotion, she basked in the warm glow, wishing that she and Spike could have had the day alone.

The two chatted amongst themselves, about some guy named Riley, and about other trivial things, like the fact Faith's favorite Manicure parlor was shut down for repairs. Buffy rolled her eyes, as she heard Faith complaining that her nails couldn't have anything less then the best. She honestly wondered how Spike could have gone out with one of these girls, so shallow and vapid. He didn't seem that type of guy.

Buffy was interrupted out of her thoughts when Faith stated wryly, "Do you think Spike's mourning period is over?"

Buffy's forehead crinkled as she tried to decipher what that meant. Spike was in front of the three girls, along with some other guys, including Angel and Xander. He had his top off, displaying that muscled back and chest to the whole beach. Faith licked her lips in a predatory fashion, and Anya raised her dark sunglasses to fully enjoy the view.

"Oh yeah, definitely over," Anya practically panted. Buffy watched uneasily as their eyes raked over Spike. She decided to distract them a little bit, though she couldn't fathom why she would want to do that.

"Uh, mourning period?" Buffy asked, and both girls turned their gazes on her. Anya seemed mean and bitchy, but Faith's eyes seemed a little bit warmer. Faith chuckled and said, "Yeah, mourning period. He just broke up with Cordelia Chase, and they were going out for a long time. But we think he's perfectly recovered from his loss, and ready to move on."

Faith said this in a way that made Buffy think Cordelia wouldn't be too happy finding her friends lusting after her ex-boyfriend. But she wisely kept silent. "Oh," was all she said, nodding in comprehension.

Anya suddenly chuckled, turning her sharp gaze back on Buffy, twisted smile on her lips. "But don't tell me that you and Spike are dating, Bunny." Her mocking tone made Buffy feel like shit. Her anger at this girl was the only thing keeping her from saying nothing and retreating all together.

"It's Buffy," she answered icily, to the surprise of Anya, "and no, me and Spike are not seeing each other." She then glared at Anya once more before lying back on her dark blanket. Anya's mouth remained slightly open. Faith, her eyes covered by the dark lenses so it was impossible to tell where she was looking, flicked her gaze over to the blonde girl in grudging respect. She had balls, that was for sure.

The girls remained silent for awhile, baking contentedly in the sun, until Xander bounded over. He looked at the three with a grin, spinning a volley ball in his hand. He held it out, saying, "Anyone care for a game of volleyball, ladies?"

Lazily, Anya smirked and said, "Uh, no thanks." Buffy shook her head, smile on her face, and Faith said nothing, seemingly sleeping.

Xander scoffed at them, dark eyes shining. "Aw, come on. What exactly are you guys going to do today, then?"

Anya sighed, and said, "In ten minutes, I fully intend on turning over."

Xander rolled his eyes, and offered hopefully one last time, "Are you guys sure? It'll be fun." Anya glared at him, shaking her head. She really just wanted to get back to peace. Talking interrupted her tanning process greatly.

Buffy thought for a moment, then stood up. "I'll play," she announced. Xander grinned at her, nodding approvingly. "Excellent. Faith?" But no one answered him, as Anya interrupted rudely, staring down Buffy.

"She can't play," Anya said, as though Buffy wasn't even there. Xander lifted his dark eyebrows, sensing a good catfight. He absolutely adored catfights, and watched eagerly, waiting.

"And why not, Anya?" Buffy asked, hands on her hips. Anya just smiled in amusement, having not moved an inch from her lounging position. "Because, have you ever seen yourself in gym?"

Buffy shook her head, fist clenching. Even though she didn't believe in fighting, there was something to be said for shutting dump people like Anya up. Especially with a nice roundhouse kick. "Listen Anya, mind your own damn business. I'm playing, and no one said you had too. Just shut up and make sure your tan lines are perfect."

And with that, Buffy stomped off, to the group around the volleyball nets that included Spike. Xander watched after her in disbelief; almost no one, save for Cordelia, could ever tell Anya off without reciprocating violence from Anya. He quickly followed after Buffy, wanting to ask her on her method. He could use a few pointers himself.

Anya watched the retreating girl with silent fury. "Fucking bitch," she muttered to herself. Faith raised her eyebrows, liking this new girl more and more by the minute. She stood up, and brushed sand of herself. Faith slid off her sunglasses, throwing them on her lounge chair. She turned to Anya, smile twitching on her lips.

"I'm gonna go play too," Faith said, and Anya frowned as Faith walked off also, wallowing in her slowly fading anger.

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*TBC . . .