+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: Thanks ever so much to the reviewers. You truly are gems. Muah! And, I have to say this, but for all you flamers, you can go suck eggs. Honestly, some people have nothing better to do then diss other people's writing. Please. If the summary sounded so dumb, why did you read the story? That's what I thought. I'm not a mean person, but any flames sent to me will be merrily used to burn your houses down, flamers. Okay? :) On a friendlier note, please enjoy this chappy!

And by the way, don't worry. Those smutty parts will be rearing their pretty 'lil heads quite soon.



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The volleyball game went without too much incident, Buffy had to admit. Even though she had barely touched the ball, other then to pick it up from the sand where she had missed it and it dropped beside her, it was a fun game. It was well worth the fact she had absolutely no physical co- ordination just to see Spike jump around only in a pair of swim trunks, and the time when the ball had beaned Anya right in the head as she was chatting up a hottie, sitting safely on the sidelines. Anya had turned bright red, and to add insult to injury, she broke her favorite sunglasses from the impact of the ball. Buffy had died of laughter, and even Faith grinned at the look on her friends face when she picked up the broken pieces of the black lens.

"It wasn't too bad," Buffy whispered to herself.

She walked along the edge of the beach with Spike, as everyone made their way to the parking lot as the night closed in. Loaded down with bags and umbrellas, everyone was easily chattering with one another. Faith had surprisingly warmed up to Buffy today, and was now walking amicably beside her, even though Anya had given Buffy a scathing look, refusing to walk near her. Anya seemed to be pissed off from that whole collapsing- on-the- sand-from-laughter thing before. Ah well.

"Did you have fun?" Spike asked Buffy over the pile of blankets he was holding in his hand. He had an easy smile on his face, and he looked more relaxed then Buffy had ever seen him. She smiled at him shyly.

"Yeah. A lot. Thanks for coming to get me today." She answered back, a light blush that Spike found adorable creeping over her cheeks. He shrugged casually, his smile growing bigger.

"My pleasure," he said, and seemed about to say something else. Just then Angel came up behind him, slapping his friend on the back and wrapping and arm around Spike's shoulder. "Spike, man, ready for tonight?" he practically bellowed, grinning widely. Everyone around them all suddenly began talking about the big party tonight, hosted at la casa de Xander.

Spike laughed and nodded. " 'Course I am. No party is a party without me there, you know that." His smile dropped when he looked at Buffy, who seemed detached from all the chatter about the party tonight. He realized that he was being a total jerk for not inviting her and talking about it in front of her. Spike cringed inwardly. He really wasn't a role model for this whole bet thing. Angel noticed his side glance, and he smirked evilly.

He stepped in between Buffy and Spike, putting an arm around both their shoulders. Smiling enigmatically at Buffy, he winked. "Hey Buff, you should really come. It'll be great, I promise."

Xander popped up behind the trio, grinning. "Yeah, my parties always are. No parents, lots of booze and empty rooms. They're great. You should come for sure," Xander requested of her, though he had no intentions of inviting her for the reason Angel did. She smiled a little at his overzealous excitement, his bright attitude latching on to her.

"Maybe," she answered, and both Xander and Angel grinned.

"Great," Xander said, and then stepped off to try and grope a feel from Anya. She pretended to feign anger until he reached a sensitive spot. Then she seemed to encourage it, while giggling coyly.

"Ya, great Buff. Xander has a huge ass house. His dad's a major agent for all those stars and shit, so he has the perfect place for a party. All the booze you can handle, cool tunes, and the best hotties from this part of Cali. You won't regret coming, I promise." Angel promised her, winking one more time and slapping Spike's back again before he jogged off to his own car with Faith in the front seat.

"Bye!" Everyone called out to each other. The sound of car engines and the smell of smoke filled the air as everyone took off, presumably going to get ready for Xander's party.

Buffy climbed into the front seat of Spike's back Jeep, pulling her bag on her lap. She could hear Spike throwing thinks into the back trunk, and she smiled as she thought of his smirking face. Somehow, she was getting to really like him, and that was very dangerous. Best not go to this party thing tonight, or she might find herself in a very sensitive situation with Spike. She couldn't fall for him; it was like against her very geek core.

"Hey," Spike greeted her as he flopped into the drivers seat.

"Hey," she answered back, smiling against her will. She couldn't help it; it was like when Spike was near, it equaled major weird uncontrollable smiling. Shit. She sighed inwardly. This was so not good.

"So," he started, as he pulled out of the parking lot, turning onto the highway that would lead to her house. "About this party tonight-''

"I'm not going," Buffy interrupted him, surprising herself. He paused, eyebrows raised, but didn't say anything right away. For some reason she felt regret, and she was shocked to say that maybe she wanted to go to this party just a little bit. And she never had wanted to go to parties before.

++Already he's having a bad effect! Abort mission! Abort mission!++

"Sorry," Buffy added, as though he maybe would forget about it and not press the issue. Of course, to no avail. As he rounded the next bend, he glanced at her. "Well, okay."

He smiled at her teasingly. "Who not though, pet? Have nothing pretty to wear to the party?"

She smiled back, thinking that although that was true, that wasn't the real reason. Buffy sighed. "No, not that. It's just my dirty house, you remember. So, gotta clean it. And it will take all night." She risked a glance at his face.

"Okay," he said easily, maneuvering the car as they rounded a bend. He didn't seem too disappointed, and that somehow pissed her off. She crossed her arms sulkily, and while her eyes turned away he risked a glance and a small smile her way. Spike thought she was just too cute, especially the way she was pouting and her forehead creased.

+Bloody fuckin' hell, I just used the words 'too cute', in a sentence. Me. Jesus effin' Christ I better quite while I'm ahead. What would dear Connor say if he could see his soddin' older brother now?+

Both Buffy and Spike were silent the rest of the way home.

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Buffy scrubbed at a nonexistent spot on her kitchen counter, rubbing with a vengeance. She was muttering under her breath as she scrubbed viciously, the cloth practically shredding under her hand. She angrily flipped a piece of limp hair out of her face.

"Stupid party. Stupid Spike. Stupid Spike for looking so nummy in the little trunks he was wearing," Buffy muttered under her breath. She looked up to see Dawn standing in front of her, holding a bag of chips and a Coke. Dawn gave her a weird look, eyebrows raised.

"Always knew you were a freak," Dawn said, as she turned and flounced away. Buffy scowled, calling loudly, "Well, you're, you're, you're a bigger one who eats stupid chips, okay?"

Buffy frowned as she realized what she had just said. "My god, I am a freak."

She shrugged and went back to being angry, though she really wasn't actually, about the fact she wasn't going at all. "Nope, don't even care," Buffy whispered, attacking another spot on the stove.

A couple of minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring shrilly. She sighed, flopping back her hair and tossing her cloth down in the sink. Trudging to the door, she tried to clean up her sweaty appearance and limp hair, praying to God that it wasn't Spike or someone equally as gorgeous.

She opened the door. It was Spike, of course.

"Oh god," she whimpered, slamming her head on the open doorway. Maybe if she blended in with her background Spike wouldn't even notice that she was there. She kept still, trying not to breathe loudly.

Spike stood on the other side of the doorway, watching in concern and confusion as Buffy slammed her head against her door, then stayed in the smooshed-head position, not moving a muscle. He began to fear for her health.

"Buffy?" Spike questioned, arching an eyebrow. He reached out a hand to shake her shoulder when her head popped up brightly, huge smile on her face. Spike jumped a little on the doorstep, her smile practically blinding him.

"Oh, Spike! Hi! Didn't know you were here."

She smiled still, eyes squinting together from the force of it. Spike gave her a confused look, resisting the urge to scratch his head. "Um, pet, you just opened the door for me."

Buffy's smile faltered. "Yeah, well." She dropped the smile suddenly, all pretense of cheeriness gone. She crossed her arms, giving him an appraising look.

"Whatever. This isn't about me. Why are you here?"

"To pick you up of course, luv."

"No," Buffy said, standing upright. "You're not." She glared at him. Why did he have to make things harder then they should be?

"Yes," Spike answered with a smirk. He pushed past her and stepped into the house, turning to face her as she sputtered. "So hurry up."

Buffy gave him a look. She wanted to go so bad that she figured it wouldn't be the end of the world if she said yes. "No," she said, just for the sake of defending her geekiness. But it was half-heartedly, and Spike's smirk grew as he realized she was going to come.

"You're coming, so stop fighting and get ready."

Buffy pretended to frown, but inside she was rejoicing. "Fine," she sighed exasperatedly, throwing up her arms in mock frustration, and Spike grinned.

"Excellent."

"But look at me!" Buffy whined, the sensible feminine side deep within her screaming in horror at the fact she looked like ass and had absolutely nothing cool to wear to the party. "I have nothing to wear."

She brushed back her hair, eyes darting frantically. Spike chuckled, and held up his hands. Inside them he held a scrap of a . . . dress?! That wasn't no dress, it was more like underwear.

Buffy's mouth dropped. "No way!" she shrieked. "That's not a dress, that could be my goddamn underwear!"

Spike rolled his eyes. "Shut up for once, pet. Just get ready. And don't worry, I got your underwear too," he added with a smirk and a wink. Buffy flushed.

"I'm a mess," she pleaded, hoping that he might just rethink this whole party thing. She was going along the lines of a place where she could wear some sort of parka. But Spike just smiled.

"Well, that's where I come on," a female accented voice said, and in flounced a pretty black girl with long dark dreads, and sparkling eyes, who had in her hand a huge gray case. She grinned at Spike, who grinned back.

Buffy looked at her in surprise, her gaze alternating between the two in front of her. "Who are you?" Buffy asked.

"Kendra," the girl answered. She motioned her head towards Spike. "His brother's girlfriend," Kendra clarified.

She grabbed Buffy's arm and started toward the stairs. "Spike, we'll be upstairs if you need us, hun." Kendra told Spike before she and a terrified Buffy disappeared up the steps.

Spike just chuckled to himself, dropping his lean frame into the nearest couch.

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"When the hell was the last time you plucked, if you don't mind me asking?"

Kendra stood over Buffy with a tweezer in her hand, trying to create some sort of shape out of the two thick lines planted on Buffy's face. Painfully, Buffy would add.

"Ow!" Buffy yelled, cringing. "Well, um, never. What's so big about plucking, anyways? Not like I need it." Scratch that, extremely painfully. This could be used as a form of torture.

Kendra stood back with a look of extreme shock on her exotic face, looking at Buffy like she was insane. "Well, girl, have you ever seen Burt on Sesame Street?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, those are the eyebrows you would have if you didn't pluck . . ."



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Spike was starting to doze off in Buffy's living room when he heard a shrill yelp of pain. His eyes snapped open and he sat straight up. He relaxed when he realized it was Buffy.

"Glad I don't have to work hard to be this handsome," Spike said to himself, grinning cockily to no one in particular. He cringed when he heard a harsh curse word that sounded like it was in Buffy's voice, accompanied by another scream.

"Glad I'm not a women, either," he said, wincing. He settled back down into the plush couch, dirty combat boots propped up on the antique wooden coffee table, which dated back from the Victorian era.

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"So you really never wear make up, girl?" Kendra asked as she applied black eyeliner to the top of Buffy's lid.

Buffy squirmed under the black tip, and shook her head as softly as she could. That stick looked dangerous and she didn't fancy it poking her eye out. "Nope, almost never."

"Really?" Kendra asked, almost in shock. "That's crazy. How come?"

Buffy shrugged. "Dunno. Never interested me, I guess."

Kendra finished applying Buffy's mascara, and then stood back up to appraise her work. She studied Buffy with an expert eye, suddenly frowning. She whipped around and started rummaging around in Buffy's drawer, the sound scaring Buffy immensely.

"What are you doing?" Buffy questioned, shrinking back.

"Nothing," the accented voice replied casually.

Kendra turned back around, brandishing a long, gleaming pair of sharp scissors. It didn't help she was grinning manically. Buffy gasped, eyes wide.

"No!"

"Oh yes . . . now stay still. Wouldn't want to slice a chunk of flesh off."

"What!?"

"Um, nothing. Ha ha. Joke. Joking."

"God help me."

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Spike fidgeted on the couch, sighing and rustling his feet on the table. How bloody long could it possible take to paint up Buffy's face? Surely not the two and a half hours he had already spent there. He glanced at his watch, which prompted Dawn to pout and glare.

"You're not even into the game! Pay attention."

Dawn finished dealing out the cards, for the tenth round of Crazy Eights. Spike felt his brain being sucked out of him, with each passing minute. He groaned, but obeyed the wishes of the young teen.

"This is the absolute last game."

"Sure, sure. That's what you said five games ago." Dawn teased, then studied her cards with extreme concentration, the tip of her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth. Spike had to grin as he leaned forward and pretended to contemplate his own cards as hard as she was.

Just as he was about to throw down the Queen of Spades (he figured he would get the game over with as quickly as possible), he heard the bounding of heeled footsteps on the stairs. He turned, expecting a pretty Buffy, but was assaulted with a harried Kendra.

"Well?" Spike said, throwing down his cards and standing up, interrupting the game. Dawn glared at Kendra as she stood up too, which went unnoticed.

Kendra just brushed back an errant piece of thick curls, and sighed dramatically. Spike leaned against the doorjamb in amusement, crossing his arms and smirking.

"As much as I love you, pet, I don't want to see your face more then I have too." Spike said, and Kendra narrowed her eyes but broke into smile.

"Shut up, Spike." Kendra paused, hands on hips. "She's ready. Finally. But you better pay me back for this one, no matter how much of a sweetie she was." Kendra teased, and Spike nodded in mock seriousness.

"Okay," Kendra said, smirking slyly, "here she is. The new, and not really improved, but kinda new, Buffy Summers!"

With a flourish, she opened her arms wide, beaming. Spike looked at the stairs, waiting expectantly for the treat he had been promised. But still, no sound was heard. Everyone was silent, waiting, even Dawn. Still no Buffy.

"Buffy!" Kendra called, dropping the cheery pretense. Spike smirked. Kendra began to get frustrated.

"Buffy! Get your nice ass down here or I will personally make sure to torture you with everyday with the tweezer, girl!"

Spike stood straight, attentively, as one tentative foot stepped on the first step. Kendra broke into smile, anticipating the look on Spike's face when he saw what Buffy now looked like.

The whole thing seemed to happen in slow motion for Spike, like an amzing spell had been cast over him; the small foot, which was encased in black strappy, stiletto sandals, was the first thing he spotted. He noticed every minute detail, like the fact her toenails were painted a deep red that set off golden skin, and that she had the cutest toes ever.

His eyes traveled up her foot, to a small ankle, than up to smooth, toned calves that led to cute, dimpled knees. Up over the knees, to sleek, shapely thighs that were covered mid-way. Covering the other, upper half was a black dress, made of silk, that clung to every curve. Her backside looked edible against the tight material, and Spike realized that fact with hungry eyes, ravishing her body with his gaze. He was not supposed to be into the bet this much.

The dress went on to reveal curvy hips and a flat stomach, up still to encase small breasts that bared just a hint of tanned cleavage. Two thin straps went up around an elegant neck, tying in the back. Soft lips, outlined in a nude color, pursed, broke into a small smile. His eyes followed the line of her nose, to a set of beautiful sea-green eyes outlined in dark makeup. The sparkled as they hooked on to his own set of blues, and he took a sharp intake of breath.

Long, shiny blonde hair cascaded down a bare, smooth back, ironed pin straight. It had been cut, to just past her shoulders, and face framing layers. As she floated down the steps, she brushed a strand of hair back, and revealed glittering diamonds in her ears. Spike's mouth went dry as they continued to lock gazes, as she stopped her descent in the middle of the stairs.

She stood there, and just gazed at Spike. He gazed right back. Kendra noticed with satisfaction the look in Spike's eyes, the one of complete wonder and worship. And the look reflecting back from Buffy's was just about the same. She grinned, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

Dawn was speechless, totally shocked by her sister's appearance. Buffy actually looked gorgeous, and was wearing an amazing pair of shoes. Dawn mentally noted that they would be perfect for the party this Saturday at Joey Donner's house.

Finally, the spell seemed to be broken.

"Wow," was all Spike could utter huskily, awestruck.

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*To be continued . . .