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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chappy 6~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A boy ran away in front of me as I passed by a group of laughing girls who I think Willow had mentioned to me were the "Cordettes." They were laughing about something, but I didn't really care to take some time to wonder what it was as I saw how messed they were.
'Huh. They don't look very good. Did they get into a cat fight or what?' I glimpsed at their messed up hair, smeared lipstick, and took in their broken nails. 'Yup. Definitely a cat fight.'
I recognized the brunette girl from earlier and quickened my pace to avoid any rude remarks about this morning. As I walked by, it was like I was a in a movie. They stopped talking and all movements as they stared at me. A girl whispered into Cordelia's ear as she scowled at me.
"First impressions *do* last." I mumbled as I turned a corner.
"My God, pet! Will you get over that?" I nearly jumped out of my skin eyes wide and heart pounding. "Look, I'm *not* gay." Spike hissed when he was out of hearing range of the popular girls.
I turned my head, shocked to see that he had been trailing behind. "You're following me?"
I checked my small, slip of paper that indicated which locker was mine with trembling hands.
He nodded. "Yeah." He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You shouldn't sneak on people. I could've had a heart attack!" I scolded. My hand was on my chest, trying to steady it's racing pace.
He chuckled, "Sorry, pet. Didn't mean to." His hands were up to show his mock surrender.
"Not funny." I pouted. I couldn't help but notice that he stopped laughing and his eyes were focused on my lips.
'Look at those lips.' Spike thought, 'I wonder what they'd taste like . . .'
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. 'You've known her for what, an hour? And you're *already* wondering what she'd taste like?' He shrugged. 'It's nothing I've never done before.'
I turned away, feeling very self conscious from the intense gaze he had been giving me.
'Right. So what was I supposed to be doing again? Oh yeah.'
"I just wanted to make sure that you know that I am not. Gay." The man wearing black said, "I mean, how am I supposed to get you to go out with me when you think I'm gay?"
I counted the locker numbers out loud as I chose to ignore him.
'He's making me very uncomfortable. Can't he just go away? He wants me to go out with him? Right.'
Do you know that bratty side of yourself? That small voice that's always honest about how you feel and always whines when you don't do things it's way? Well, I had one of those sides, and right now? It was telling me, 'He's not making you uncomfortable, you don't want him to go away. You know you want the attention. You know you want *him*.' I took that bratty side and strangled it's neck. Shut up.
"Hmm . . . 233 . . . 234 . . . " I trailed off. When I reached locker 236, there were no more lockers lining the wall. "Um . . . Ok. My locker is 237. So, where's my locker?" I looked at the paper again and at the empty space.
He scratched his head in annoyance, "We *really* got get this straightened out."
I nodded in agreement, "Tell me about it."
"Look, many men wear nail polish -"
I interrupted him, "Uh . . . What's this gotta do with missing lockers?"
He gave me a confused look, "What?"
"We're talking about my missing locker here, remember?" I shook my head, "What are *you* talking about?"
He pointed towards himself, "I'm talking about me being gay."
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Cordelia's locker was opened by a short boy with pants that reached above his ankles and a pair of thick glasses. She had a different "geek" open her locker for her every time. Yeah. She was *that* lazy.
He bowed, "There you go."
Cordeila cleared her throat, "Ehem . . ."
He gasped and recovered, "Sorry, ma'am." She nodded, "I meant . . . Queen Cordelia."
She pinched his cheek in fake sweetness, "That's *Prom* Queen Cordelia, to you, honey."
The boy blushed and looked down, his hands immediately moving to the front of his trousers.
*Prom* Queen Cordelia looked down at the boy, clearly amused, "Aww. What's this?" She pulled his hands away from his pants, but the boy didn't budge.
She giggled, "Don't be shy, what are you hiding?"
The boy's face colored crimson as Cordelia continued to tug on his arms.
"I'm not h-hiding anything, m-miss -" He stopped when the brunette girl finally managed to hold his hands away from himself.
"Aha!" Cordelia exclaimed proudly. Then, she began to laugh. No, not laugh. But it was more of a cackle. An evil cackle.
She fanned herself, "Oh - oh my God." She laughed some more.
Cordelia's little gang of friends looked over her shoulder to see what the commotion was about. They burst into laughter as well.
The boy's face was flaming now as the girls pointed and laughed at him.
Cordelia giggled and leaned towards his ear, making sure the kid got a clear view of her cleavage, "Aww . . . Does someone have a lil' hard on?"
The boy moaned and gasped as she grabbed the bulge in his jeans, giving it a firm squeeze.
"How's that feel?" She asked, tongue darting out to lick his earlobe.
He jerked and groaned as he came. Cordelia gave him a disgusted look and pushed him away, "Ew." All the girls laughed again and the boy ran off on wobbly legs.
Cordelia wiped her hands on a passing boy and that's when she noticed Buffy walking passed . . . With Spike right behind her.
"What the heck is he doing with her?" Harmony whispered to the angry brunette.
She had a scowl firmly in place and she slammed her locker shut, determined to follow the pair.
She crept around the corner, just in time to hear Spike confess.
"I'm talking about me being gay."
Cordelia gasped and the couple turned to see the girl with her hand covering her mouth. Eyes widened in horror.
"Oh my God! I think she's gonna faint!" I cried, running over to her. Despite her being a totally rude person,I helped her walk over to a bench.
She was breathing hard and Spike came close to check on her. He reached for her arm, but she pulled away.
Cordelia looked up and panted, "Y-you're . . ." She didn't finish the sentence, but continued to point an accusing finger at him.
"No, I'm not, pet! I love women! I'm not gay." He explained.
She wasn't listening, though. She shook her head and began talking to herself, "And to think I've kissed you. All those times we made out? And you've been -"
I felt a pain in my chest. 'They kissed. That's ok. I'm . . . I'm cool with that.'
The bratty side of me began to strangle my neck, 'No you're not! You're jealous! Jealous!!! He kissed her! Who wouldn't be jealous?!'
Cordelia was crying and saying in a whiny voice, "I really liked you. You were hot and a *really* good kisser."
I had to stop myself from strangling her as well. 'See? I told you you're jealous' the batty side of me said in a smug voice. 'But it's not my fault! I bet she's *trying* to rub his good kissing skills in my face! Grr.'
The bratty side laughed at me, "Jealous!'
Cordelia threw her arms in the air in exasperation, "God! Why do all the hot guys have to be gay? Huh? Why?" She was actually asking me but didn't wait for my answer, "I mean, Andrew's gay. Can you believe it? And he was *so* cute too . . ." She sniffled.
Spike finally grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "I'm not gay!"
Cordelia looked up with trails of black eyeliner across her cheeks and said hopefully, "Really?"
He smiled, "Yeah. Really."
She sniffled again as he ran a thumb under her eyes to stop her tears, "Then . . . Then will you kiss me?" She smiled seductively and drew small circles on his chest with her finger, "You know . . . Just to make sure . . ."
I watched this whole scene play out before me with fists clenching in anger. I turned my head away in disgust and finally agreed, 'Yup. Definitely jealous.'
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A/N: Sorry for the wait! Ugh. My back hurts . . . *pout*
Oh! And I just *had* to add Andrew! I love him! *squeals*
Please be kind and review. =) If you don't . . . I'm gonna have Spike and Cordelia end up together! Ooh . . . BEWARE! *giggles*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Chappy 6~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A boy ran away in front of me as I passed by a group of laughing girls who I think Willow had mentioned to me were the "Cordettes." They were laughing about something, but I didn't really care to take some time to wonder what it was as I saw how messed they were.
'Huh. They don't look very good. Did they get into a cat fight or what?' I glimpsed at their messed up hair, smeared lipstick, and took in their broken nails. 'Yup. Definitely a cat fight.'
I recognized the brunette girl from earlier and quickened my pace to avoid any rude remarks about this morning. As I walked by, it was like I was a in a movie. They stopped talking and all movements as they stared at me. A girl whispered into Cordelia's ear as she scowled at me.
"First impressions *do* last." I mumbled as I turned a corner.
"My God, pet! Will you get over that?" I nearly jumped out of my skin eyes wide and heart pounding. "Look, I'm *not* gay." Spike hissed when he was out of hearing range of the popular girls.
I turned my head, shocked to see that he had been trailing behind. "You're following me?"
I checked my small, slip of paper that indicated which locker was mine with trembling hands.
He nodded. "Yeah." He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You shouldn't sneak on people. I could've had a heart attack!" I scolded. My hand was on my chest, trying to steady it's racing pace.
He chuckled, "Sorry, pet. Didn't mean to." His hands were up to show his mock surrender.
"Not funny." I pouted. I couldn't help but notice that he stopped laughing and his eyes were focused on my lips.
'Look at those lips.' Spike thought, 'I wonder what they'd taste like . . .'
He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. 'You've known her for what, an hour? And you're *already* wondering what she'd taste like?' He shrugged. 'It's nothing I've never done before.'
I turned away, feeling very self conscious from the intense gaze he had been giving me.
'Right. So what was I supposed to be doing again? Oh yeah.'
"I just wanted to make sure that you know that I am not. Gay." The man wearing black said, "I mean, how am I supposed to get you to go out with me when you think I'm gay?"
I counted the locker numbers out loud as I chose to ignore him.
'He's making me very uncomfortable. Can't he just go away? He wants me to go out with him? Right.'
Do you know that bratty side of yourself? That small voice that's always honest about how you feel and always whines when you don't do things it's way? Well, I had one of those sides, and right now? It was telling me, 'He's not making you uncomfortable, you don't want him to go away. You know you want the attention. You know you want *him*.' I took that bratty side and strangled it's neck. Shut up.
"Hmm . . . 233 . . . 234 . . . " I trailed off. When I reached locker 236, there were no more lockers lining the wall. "Um . . . Ok. My locker is 237. So, where's my locker?" I looked at the paper again and at the empty space.
He scratched his head in annoyance, "We *really* got get this straightened out."
I nodded in agreement, "Tell me about it."
"Look, many men wear nail polish -"
I interrupted him, "Uh . . . What's this gotta do with missing lockers?"
He gave me a confused look, "What?"
"We're talking about my missing locker here, remember?" I shook my head, "What are *you* talking about?"
He pointed towards himself, "I'm talking about me being gay."
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Cordelia's locker was opened by a short boy with pants that reached above his ankles and a pair of thick glasses. She had a different "geek" open her locker for her every time. Yeah. She was *that* lazy.
He bowed, "There you go."
Cordeila cleared her throat, "Ehem . . ."
He gasped and recovered, "Sorry, ma'am." She nodded, "I meant . . . Queen Cordelia."
She pinched his cheek in fake sweetness, "That's *Prom* Queen Cordelia, to you, honey."
The boy blushed and looked down, his hands immediately moving to the front of his trousers.
*Prom* Queen Cordelia looked down at the boy, clearly amused, "Aww. What's this?" She pulled his hands away from his pants, but the boy didn't budge.
She giggled, "Don't be shy, what are you hiding?"
The boy's face colored crimson as Cordelia continued to tug on his arms.
"I'm not h-hiding anything, m-miss -" He stopped when the brunette girl finally managed to hold his hands away from himself.
"Aha!" Cordelia exclaimed proudly. Then, she began to laugh. No, not laugh. But it was more of a cackle. An evil cackle.
She fanned herself, "Oh - oh my God." She laughed some more.
Cordelia's little gang of friends looked over her shoulder to see what the commotion was about. They burst into laughter as well.
The boy's face was flaming now as the girls pointed and laughed at him.
Cordelia giggled and leaned towards his ear, making sure the kid got a clear view of her cleavage, "Aww . . . Does someone have a lil' hard on?"
The boy moaned and gasped as she grabbed the bulge in his jeans, giving it a firm squeeze.
"How's that feel?" She asked, tongue darting out to lick his earlobe.
He jerked and groaned as he came. Cordelia gave him a disgusted look and pushed him away, "Ew." All the girls laughed again and the boy ran off on wobbly legs.
Cordelia wiped her hands on a passing boy and that's when she noticed Buffy walking passed . . . With Spike right behind her.
"What the heck is he doing with her?" Harmony whispered to the angry brunette.
She had a scowl firmly in place and she slammed her locker shut, determined to follow the pair.
She crept around the corner, just in time to hear Spike confess.
"I'm talking about me being gay."
Cordelia gasped and the couple turned to see the girl with her hand covering her mouth. Eyes widened in horror.
"Oh my God! I think she's gonna faint!" I cried, running over to her. Despite her being a totally rude person,I helped her walk over to a bench.
She was breathing hard and Spike came close to check on her. He reached for her arm, but she pulled away.
Cordelia looked up and panted, "Y-you're . . ." She didn't finish the sentence, but continued to point an accusing finger at him.
"No, I'm not, pet! I love women! I'm not gay." He explained.
She wasn't listening, though. She shook her head and began talking to herself, "And to think I've kissed you. All those times we made out? And you've been -"
I felt a pain in my chest. 'They kissed. That's ok. I'm . . . I'm cool with that.'
The bratty side of me began to strangle my neck, 'No you're not! You're jealous! Jealous!!! He kissed her! Who wouldn't be jealous?!'
Cordelia was crying and saying in a whiny voice, "I really liked you. You were hot and a *really* good kisser."
I had to stop myself from strangling her as well. 'See? I told you you're jealous' the batty side of me said in a smug voice. 'But it's not my fault! I bet she's *trying* to rub his good kissing skills in my face! Grr.'
The bratty side laughed at me, "Jealous!'
Cordelia threw her arms in the air in exasperation, "God! Why do all the hot guys have to be gay? Huh? Why?" She was actually asking me but didn't wait for my answer, "I mean, Andrew's gay. Can you believe it? And he was *so* cute too . . ." She sniffled.
Spike finally grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, "I'm not gay!"
Cordelia looked up with trails of black eyeliner across her cheeks and said hopefully, "Really?"
He smiled, "Yeah. Really."
She sniffled again as he ran a thumb under her eyes to stop her tears, "Then . . . Then will you kiss me?" She smiled seductively and drew small circles on his chest with her finger, "You know . . . Just to make sure . . ."
I watched this whole scene play out before me with fists clenching in anger. I turned my head away in disgust and finally agreed, 'Yup. Definitely jealous.'
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A/N: Sorry for the wait! Ugh. My back hurts . . . *pout*
Oh! And I just *had* to add Andrew! I love him! *squeals*
Please be kind and review. =) If you don't . . . I'm gonna have Spike and Cordelia end up together! Ooh . . . BEWARE! *giggles*
