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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chappy 3~*~*~*~*~*~*~
***Earlier that day***
"Excuse me ladies," the peroxide haired man said as he tried to peel off the demanding hands of the women surrounding him, "but I have to get going." A wave of disappointed "aww's" sounded throughout the group of females.
"Do you have to go?" The brunette named Cordelia Chase, whined, "Can't you stay for a little longer?" She tightened her grip on his arm and did her best impression of puppy dog eyes. The man inwardly rolled his eyes at her sad attempt at keeping him there. Are those supposed to make me stay? He thought disbelievingly. Please!
Instead of speaking his mind, for once, he just smiled that charming smile of his and turned toward the girl.
"I'm sorry, pet." he stroked her cheek, "Maybe next time." Cordelia's eyes closed as his fingers made contact with her skin and she looked absolutely content. Some girls were fuming with jealousy while the rest were just melting at the sight of his gentleness.
"Please don't leave Spikey!!!" A high-pitched perky voice pleaded. Spike slowly turned around and rolled his eyes as the owner of the high-pitched, perky voice leaped onto him and hung her hands tightly around his neck.
"Don't go, my blondie bear!!!" She cried as she continued to cling to his neck like a leech.
The man clad in black clenched his teeth in annoyance, "Harmony, let me go." The long haired blonde shook her head. "Harm……" He almost growled.
"No! I don't want to!" She pouted with her deep red, overly-glossed lips.
One of the jealous girls in the groups gripped Harmony's shoulders and pulled her off angrily.
"Look, Sugar. If Spike says something, you do it," A blondish-reddish haired girl with a Texan accent ordered with her hands on her hips.
Harmony's lips quivered, "B-but.…I love him!" She professed. The whole female crowd gasped and Spike groaned out loud. He ran his hand over his face in exasperation because he knew what was coming next.
All the girls glared at one another.
"You love him?" Harmony nodded her head. "But I love him!" The Texan girl confessed.
An Asian stepped into the middle of the group, "No, I do!"
From behind the Asian, a voice with a Russian accent screamed, "I love Spike, though!"
The Asian turned around and glared at the other girl while a Hawaiian pushed her way through the crowd, at the same time, knocking the Asian aside.
"I love him…….more." The Hawaiian stated smugly. Another gasp rolled around the group and more yelling was heard.
The group of girls continued to argue back and forth about who loved the bleached haired man more. That is, until Cordelia stood up on the bench and towered above the bickering teens. She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled causing all their attention to focus on her.
The girl dressed in a white shirt and red, short skirt, cleared her throat, "Ehem……You may all love him," she began, waving her manicured finger at them, "but that doesn't mean he loves you." The girls gasped for the third time that day.
Cordelia spoke loud and slowly so that all of them could hear what she said, "He……loves…….ME." With that, she pulled her Gucci bag over her shoulder and stepped down from the bench and began to walk away. She sighed in satisfaction as she only heard her high-heeled sandals tap on the cement ground. All the girls were shocked to silence and she smiled. That's right, girls. He loves me. Cordelia's inner brat cheered. She had made it a couple of feet away from the astonished ladies when-
"Oomph!" She was tackled from behind and fell into a heap on the grass. Cordelia groaned as she lifted her head off her matching red bag. The logo of "Gucci" was plastered backwards on her forehead. She began pushing herself up but found it difficult with the Asian girl laying on top of her.
"Get off of me!" Cordelia exclaimed.
The Asian screamed, "No!"
She pushed Cordelia's face back into her bag where her lipstick was sticking out and it just happened to have lost it's cap during Cordelia's fall. "Spike does NOT love you!" Cordelia's face was rubbed back and forth and pushed into her lipstick and she soon had red marks smeared across her nose and cheeks.
Cordelia used all her strength to push the Asian off and the girl on top of her fell to the floor beside her. Cordelia turned to face her opponent and reached for the girl's hair, "How dare y-"
She was cut off as the Texan and Hawaiian landed on top of her. Which were followed by the Russian and the rest of the arguing girls.
All hell broke loose.
Girls were screaming and fighting everywhere. Each one, fighting for Spike.
Punch. "I love Spike!" Punch.
Scratch. "You can't have him!" Slap.
Slap back. "Cause he's mine!" Kick.
Punch. "No! He's mine!" Shove.
"You guys! We're all supposed to be friends here!" Harmony complained as she stood and watched everyone rolling on the ground and pulling each others hair. "Stop it already!" The blonde stomped her foot on the ground in frustration.
All the girls stopped in mid fight and said in unison, "Shut up, Harm!" More grunting and growling followed and Harmony could've sworn that each one probably would be left with a bruise and a clump of missing hair.
"You guys stop before someone gets hurt!" Harmony ordered.
For once, she was saying something smart.
"You might break a nail!" Ok, scratch that idea.
Harmony bent down and dried to pry two girls apart. "Stop it-" Someone behind her pulled her hair and arms, into the fight.
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The guy all the ladies were fighting over seized this opportunity to slip from the chaos without being noticed. When he was finally out of sight, he straightened up and fixed his leather coat. He smoothed his hair back. Hey, I gotta look good just in case I run into some hottie. he thought matter-of- factly. Then proceeded into the school building.
Once inside, he greeted all the females he passed by with either a wink or his ever-famous line: Hello, cutie. He took his time as he strolled through the halls, not caring whether he was late or not. He always got in trouble one way or another. It was all a part if his "bad boy" image.
He stopped by his locker and pulled out a brown, leather-bound book, a black address that was stuffed with all sizes of folded pieces of paper that contained the phone numbers of almost every girl in school. He tucked a pen and pencil into his pocket as he kicked his locker closed and held the books in his hand.
The man reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper that was supposed to pass as his class schedule.
"Pfft. To go or not to go?" He shrugged, "Might as well surprise them for being in class for the first day of school."
After he found that his class was English Lit. he turned a corner and ran into a soft, small body. Said body fell to the ground and her books fell to the ground alongside her. Spike looked down at the brunette who was leaning back on her elbows and looking at him as well.
Mm……not bad. Spike raked his gaze over her sleeveless arms, across her chest, and up to her face. Cute nose, he gushed in thought. Spike startled himself. Did I just use the word 'cute'? He ignored that surprising thought and continued his exploration of her face. It's what he loved most of a girl. Nobody knew that, of course. Everyone thought he was a shallow guy who went for the girls body, but he loved women's eyes. They held so much emotion. As the saying goes, "Eyes are the windows to the soul." Her eyes were what made him stay silent. They were such an emerald green. They were wide and innocent……and they were also looking him over. That's when Spike shook himself from his silence and a smirk broke out over his face. She hadn't said anything. Chit is speechless, Spike thought cockily.
"Need some help up, pet?" She looked angry, shocked, and embarrassed, all rolled into one. Spike smirked and he lent a hand.
"Luv? Are you ok?" She shook her head at me and glared.
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Ok, I was meaning to have Spike and Buffy FINALLY talk in this chapter. But it's REALLY long. I think I got a l-i-t-t-l-e carried away.......*giggles* please review! the ones I have gotten so far have made me sooo happy! *sniffles* Thank you! You have NO IDEA how much it means! Even the smallest comments have made me smile non-stop all day! AGH! Thank you!
*wipes tears* Ok....on with the story.....*sniffles*
Oh! I've also noticed that this chapter has uploaded all funky and stuff.......so I fixed SOME of it. But if there are still some of those weird symbols floating around, *giggles* I'm sooooo sorry! If I've missed some, go ahead and post a review about it. *giggles* And maybe I'll fix it some other time......i think I missed a lot. Again, I am sooooo terribly sorry .......But right now, it's late.......or would it be early?......and I'm sleepy......*yawn* OH! Please review!!! *unconsious* *snore* Zzzzzzzzzzzz.........
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chappy 3~*~*~*~*~*~*~
***Earlier that day***
"Excuse me ladies," the peroxide haired man said as he tried to peel off the demanding hands of the women surrounding him, "but I have to get going." A wave of disappointed "aww's" sounded throughout the group of females.
"Do you have to go?" The brunette named Cordelia Chase, whined, "Can't you stay for a little longer?" She tightened her grip on his arm and did her best impression of puppy dog eyes. The man inwardly rolled his eyes at her sad attempt at keeping him there. Are those supposed to make me stay? He thought disbelievingly. Please!
Instead of speaking his mind, for once, he just smiled that charming smile of his and turned toward the girl.
"I'm sorry, pet." he stroked her cheek, "Maybe next time." Cordelia's eyes closed as his fingers made contact with her skin and she looked absolutely content. Some girls were fuming with jealousy while the rest were just melting at the sight of his gentleness.
"Please don't leave Spikey!!!" A high-pitched perky voice pleaded. Spike slowly turned around and rolled his eyes as the owner of the high-pitched, perky voice leaped onto him and hung her hands tightly around his neck.
"Don't go, my blondie bear!!!" She cried as she continued to cling to his neck like a leech.
The man clad in black clenched his teeth in annoyance, "Harmony, let me go." The long haired blonde shook her head. "Harm……" He almost growled.
"No! I don't want to!" She pouted with her deep red, overly-glossed lips.
One of the jealous girls in the groups gripped Harmony's shoulders and pulled her off angrily.
"Look, Sugar. If Spike says something, you do it," A blondish-reddish haired girl with a Texan accent ordered with her hands on her hips.
Harmony's lips quivered, "B-but.…I love him!" She professed. The whole female crowd gasped and Spike groaned out loud. He ran his hand over his face in exasperation because he knew what was coming next.
All the girls glared at one another.
"You love him?" Harmony nodded her head. "But I love him!" The Texan girl confessed.
An Asian stepped into the middle of the group, "No, I do!"
From behind the Asian, a voice with a Russian accent screamed, "I love Spike, though!"
The Asian turned around and glared at the other girl while a Hawaiian pushed her way through the crowd, at the same time, knocking the Asian aside.
"I love him…….more." The Hawaiian stated smugly. Another gasp rolled around the group and more yelling was heard.
The group of girls continued to argue back and forth about who loved the bleached haired man more. That is, until Cordelia stood up on the bench and towered above the bickering teens. She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled causing all their attention to focus on her.
The girl dressed in a white shirt and red, short skirt, cleared her throat, "Ehem……You may all love him," she began, waving her manicured finger at them, "but that doesn't mean he loves you." The girls gasped for the third time that day.
Cordelia spoke loud and slowly so that all of them could hear what she said, "He……loves…….ME." With that, she pulled her Gucci bag over her shoulder and stepped down from the bench and began to walk away. She sighed in satisfaction as she only heard her high-heeled sandals tap on the cement ground. All the girls were shocked to silence and she smiled. That's right, girls. He loves me. Cordelia's inner brat cheered. She had made it a couple of feet away from the astonished ladies when-
"Oomph!" She was tackled from behind and fell into a heap on the grass. Cordelia groaned as she lifted her head off her matching red bag. The logo of "Gucci" was plastered backwards on her forehead. She began pushing herself up but found it difficult with the Asian girl laying on top of her.
"Get off of me!" Cordelia exclaimed.
The Asian screamed, "No!"
She pushed Cordelia's face back into her bag where her lipstick was sticking out and it just happened to have lost it's cap during Cordelia's fall. "Spike does NOT love you!" Cordelia's face was rubbed back and forth and pushed into her lipstick and she soon had red marks smeared across her nose and cheeks.
Cordelia used all her strength to push the Asian off and the girl on top of her fell to the floor beside her. Cordelia turned to face her opponent and reached for the girl's hair, "How dare y-"
She was cut off as the Texan and Hawaiian landed on top of her. Which were followed by the Russian and the rest of the arguing girls.
All hell broke loose.
Girls were screaming and fighting everywhere. Each one, fighting for Spike.
Punch. "I love Spike!" Punch.
Scratch. "You can't have him!" Slap.
Slap back. "Cause he's mine!" Kick.
Punch. "No! He's mine!" Shove.
"You guys! We're all supposed to be friends here!" Harmony complained as she stood and watched everyone rolling on the ground and pulling each others hair. "Stop it already!" The blonde stomped her foot on the ground in frustration.
All the girls stopped in mid fight and said in unison, "Shut up, Harm!" More grunting and growling followed and Harmony could've sworn that each one probably would be left with a bruise and a clump of missing hair.
"You guys stop before someone gets hurt!" Harmony ordered.
For once, she was saying something smart.
"You might break a nail!" Ok, scratch that idea.
Harmony bent down and dried to pry two girls apart. "Stop it-" Someone behind her pulled her hair and arms, into the fight.
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The guy all the ladies were fighting over seized this opportunity to slip from the chaos without being noticed. When he was finally out of sight, he straightened up and fixed his leather coat. He smoothed his hair back. Hey, I gotta look good just in case I run into some hottie. he thought matter-of- factly. Then proceeded into the school building.
Once inside, he greeted all the females he passed by with either a wink or his ever-famous line: Hello, cutie. He took his time as he strolled through the halls, not caring whether he was late or not. He always got in trouble one way or another. It was all a part if his "bad boy" image.
He stopped by his locker and pulled out a brown, leather-bound book, a black address that was stuffed with all sizes of folded pieces of paper that contained the phone numbers of almost every girl in school. He tucked a pen and pencil into his pocket as he kicked his locker closed and held the books in his hand.
The man reached into his back jeans pocket and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper that was supposed to pass as his class schedule.
"Pfft. To go or not to go?" He shrugged, "Might as well surprise them for being in class for the first day of school."
After he found that his class was English Lit. he turned a corner and ran into a soft, small body. Said body fell to the ground and her books fell to the ground alongside her. Spike looked down at the brunette who was leaning back on her elbows and looking at him as well.
Mm……not bad. Spike raked his gaze over her sleeveless arms, across her chest, and up to her face. Cute nose, he gushed in thought. Spike startled himself. Did I just use the word 'cute'? He ignored that surprising thought and continued his exploration of her face. It's what he loved most of a girl. Nobody knew that, of course. Everyone thought he was a shallow guy who went for the girls body, but he loved women's eyes. They held so much emotion. As the saying goes, "Eyes are the windows to the soul." Her eyes were what made him stay silent. They were such an emerald green. They were wide and innocent……and they were also looking him over. That's when Spike shook himself from his silence and a smirk broke out over his face. She hadn't said anything. Chit is speechless, Spike thought cockily.
"Need some help up, pet?" She looked angry, shocked, and embarrassed, all rolled into one. Spike smirked and he lent a hand.
"Luv? Are you ok?" She shook her head at me and glared.
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Ok, I was meaning to have Spike and Buffy FINALLY talk in this chapter. But it's REALLY long. I think I got a l-i-t-t-l-e carried away.......*giggles* please review! the ones I have gotten so far have made me sooo happy! *sniffles* Thank you! You have NO IDEA how much it means! Even the smallest comments have made me smile non-stop all day! AGH! Thank you!
