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"I'm fine, thank you," I gave him a shy smile.

'Ooh..pretty smile' Spike thought.

I began, looking around at all my fallen books. God, this is embarrassing, I thought, I had just been staring at him this whole time. Ugh! Dear Lord, he must think I'm a helpless, hormone-ridden girl..who's easy, too. Wait, why would he think I'm easy? God, talk about paranoid.

From the corner of my eye, I could see his offered hand still in front of me. Hmm..maybe this is my chance to show him that I'm independent.

Instead of using his hand to get up, I got up myself, ignoring his hand.

Oh. My. God...is that nail polish?

I shook my head and bent down to retrieve my books. "Oh. My. God...is that nail polish?" I reflected my thoughts as I stared at his black nails.

Spike was taken aback. "Pardon?"

I smirked at his shocked expression and picked up some fallen notebook paper from the floor. It was drenched from the janitor's mopping.

"Those nails...on your fingers...they're black..." I stated slowly as if talking to a child.

He scowled, "Yeah. So what of it?" He inspected his nails to check if they were chipping.

I shook my head once more, "It's..nail polish."

"That it is, pet. That it is."

Ooh! I just love that accent! And those little names he says at the end..gives me the fuzzies.I mentally shake myself. Better not get off track there, Buffy. Wait. His lips stopped moving..am I supposed to say something?

"But, you're a guy...do you get where I'm going with this?"

He raised a scarred eyebrow at me. Oh! It's scarred! Wonder where he got that from..

"Yes, I AM a guy. I'm glad you figured that one out," He smirked, "Well done, luv." He mocked-applauded.

I rolled my eyes. God, he's impossible.

"Guy's don't WEAR nail polish." I said, picking the rest of my books up.

"Yes they do!" He held his hands close to himself. He looked seriously offended as if I was making fun of his manhood.

"No, they don't." I corrected.

"Yes they do." He defended.

"No, they really don't."

"Yes they do!" He was looking at me as if I were mad.

"Men soooo don't." I giggled.

"Men do so wear nail polish!" He held his hand in the air to prove his point.

I finally gave in, "You're right, SOME guys do wear nail polish...." He smiled in satisfaction.

"...Yup. The GAY ones." I finished. I smiled and giggled.

My laughing came to an abrupt halt when a sudden thought occured to me. I turned to look at him and covered my mouth.

"You're...GAY!" I gasped, pointing a finger accusingly at him.

He was appalled, "What?" He shook his head, "No, no, no, NO!" He waved his black-nailed hands in front of himself as if his moving hands could stop my thoughts. 'She better not think I'm gay.' He thought worriedly.

"I am NOT gay!" He tried.

"Ooh..yes. Yes you are." I nodded my head.

"God, no! I'm not!"

I lifted an eyebrow at him and stared pointedly at his nails, "Riiiiiight.."

"Pet, I am NOT GAY!" He exclaimed, grabbing the attention of the janitor and two teachers walking by. They laughed and continued walking.

"You sure?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest, "Maybe you subconsciously are and you just don't know it."

I rubbed a finger over my chin in the way a therapist would when thinking, "Hmm...do you find men...in any way....." I paused for dramatic effect, "......attractive?"

He visibly paled. 'God, this was fun!' I thought gleefully.

"What?!"

"It's ok, you can tell me." I urged.

"W-what? NO! "

"No, you DON'T want to tell me?" I looked at him unsurely, "That's a SURE sign that you MUST think guys are hot."

"I do NOT think GUYS are HOT!" He shouted. The janitor stopped mopping and looked at us strangely.

"It's ok. I promise, I won't tell anyone." And I turned and started to walk away.

"Wow! You're not going ANYWHERE until we get this straightened out!" He said, grabbing at my arm while walking, "I am nowhere near being.g-" He slipped on the wet floor, taking me down with him. Our books flew from our hands and made a loud splat when they landed.

Mmm..this is nice...we thought simultaneously.

We lay on the wet floor together. Spike was on his back while my front was splayed on top of him.

'Aww..poop. I have to get off of him before he thinks I like him.' I thought sadly.

'Mmm...I like her being on top of me. She's so warm, cuddly, and soft..'He shifted his weight. 'Unlike me.'

I finally rolled off him and stared up at the ceiling.

"..That's number three..." I said.

The blonde man laying beside me turned his face toward me and asked, "What's that, pet?"

I turned to look at him. 'Ooh! Those lips! And we're so close..'

I turned away before I started talking again.

"Number three. I have fallen three times today," I scrunched up my nose, "I wonder if that's a record or sumthin'."

He smiled. 'God, she's adorable.' He looked at her intently and thought of how close they were...

But he too turned his head before talking and stared at the ceiling. "It could be. But I doubt the most number of times falling would be a record worth recording."

He wanted to kiss her. So why hadn't he?

"Why not?"

Spike was jolted out of his thoughts. "What?" Did he say what he was thinking about out loud?

"I said, why not?"

'Oh balls..did I really say that I wanted to kiss her out loud?'

"Why not, what?" He asked cautiously.

I got up on my elbows to look down at him, "Geez. You're impossible, you know that?"

Spike was having a hard time concentrating on Buffy as the upper part of her body was now easier to look at.

"Uh huh..." 'Was she trying to kill me?' Spike thought.

I rolled my eyes at the man clad in black, "You're not even listening to me, are you?"

"Nu uh.." He replied, "Wuh?...huh?" He shook his head as I started getting up.

"I'm gonna be late for class," I checked my silver watch, "Actually, I'm ALREADY late for class." I picked up my books again and began to walk away.

"See you around." I called over my shoulder.

Ha ha! Score one for Buffy! I just made a dramatic exit! I silently squealed. I've always wanted to do that.

Ok, so I've done it before, but they just never did turn out right. I would either trip, bump into someone, or forget something that I left back wherever.

"My 'dramatic exits' never had been this perfect-" I praised quietly to myself.

"Wait!"

"Ok...so I spoke too soon." I continued walking while he jogged up beside me. "Is there something I can help you with?"

He stopped and looked to the ground. He shuffled his feet and I swear, he was the most cutest thing I had ever seen.

He shoved his hands into he pockets and looked up at me, "I..er.." He stuttered, "I-I w-wanted..to.um." He stared hard at the marbled floor and shook himself.

Gone was the shy, little boy I had seen. In it's place stood the sexy, arrogant man I had met before. He smirked at me, "What's your name, luv?"

I inwardly sighed. Hmph. I would've liked it more if the shy side of him would've asked me. It would've been so adorable!

But this? Sheesh. He must think he can get anyone he wants. I'll show him.

"I'm not supposed to give my name to strangers." I resumed my walk when he came and strode beside me.

"My name is Spike."

I stopped, "Spike? What kind of name is Spike?"

He rolled his eyes.

I continued, "Who names their kid Spike?

"It's a-" I cut him off before he could continue.

"I mean, I could understand if someone named their dog Spike, but a person?"

"Pet, it's a-"

"Exactly. It's a pet's name!" I agreed.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in exasperation.

"Imagine a father calling on his son; calling out the name: Spike-"

Spike said quietly in suppressed frustration, "It's a nickname."

I continued on, not hearing him and pretending to be Spike's father, "So your dad would be like, 'Hey, Spike my boy! My son, Spike! Spike, my son!- '"

He looked up to the ceiling, "It's a nickname....."

I was now cooing as if talking to a baby version of Spike, "-'Come here Spike! Come here! Come on Spike! Come to mommy!'" I rolled my eyes, "Sheesh. Doesn't it sound like someone talking to their dog?"

Spike massaged his temples.

"You know, come to think of it, there already IS a dog named Spike. It's on this cute cartoon called the 'Rugrats'-"

"IT'S A NICKNAME!" He yelled, effectively cutting me off.

I shut my mouth and stared at him silently. He was panting and looked at me as if I had gown a pair of heads.

"A-are you ALWAYS this...this.. bloody.. annoying?" He managed to get out through clenched teeth.

I was pleased and smiled, "Probably. I couldn't help myself. It's just too much fun."

I turned on my heels and was ready to walk away when he said wait and tugged on my arm.

"You know, there seems to be a lot of things repeating itself today." I mumbled as I faced 'Spike' again.

"You never told me your name, pet." He immediately said.

"Yeah?" He nodded. "Oh..." I walked away and he walked alongside.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"You gonna tell me?"

Instead of answering him, I walked up to the same janitor who had mopped his way to this side of the building. Spike waited for me. "Excuse me, do you know where this room is? I've been looking for it this whole time and I can't manage to find it." I giggled.

'Why didn't she just ask me?' Spike thought. 'Cause she doesn't like you.' The insecure side of him whispered. 'She will', the arrogant part of him coaxed.

The old man smiled and told me directions and then waved me to come closer. He whispered something in my ear and we both laughed out loud. Spike was leaning on the lockers, pretending not to be interested in what the old man had said.

"Thank you." I walked in the direction the man had told me and Spike trailed behind me.

"What was so funny?" He asked.

"Oh..hehehe..nothing." I giggled.

"It didn't seem like nothing." He grumbled.

"He only said, 'Your friend seems like he's sinking in Denial. If he's not gay, he should really get rid of that nail polish.'" I giggled, "I think he's right."

Spike looked at his nails again, "But this is all a part of-"

"Don't give me that crap that, 'it's all part of the look.' Trust me, you'll look even better without them."

When I said this, his head shot up and he had a smirk planted firmly in place.

"Knew you thought I was good looking."

"I never said that." I denied.

"You said 'better.'"

I groaned, "Oh God...I can practically feel your ego inflating.."

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