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Summary: AU fiction, based on the movie "The Breakfast Club". A ragtag bunch of teens sentenced to a day of Saturday in detention together in one room, though they barely can stand each other; Spike, Buffy, Willow, Anya, and Xander. During that time, they bare each other's souls and discover love. Well, did y'all expect anything more from me? ;)
Disclaimer: Blah, bliddity blah. I don't own anything, Joss Whedon owns all BTVS characters, I am poor as ass and only own the clothes on my back. John Hughes, the wonderful God of 80's teen flicks, owns "The Breakfast Club". *sigh*
A/n: *Ducks random thrown objects* Ah, ok, I admit it. I'm a loser. A bastard. A very horrible person. I'm incredibly sorry for not updating in, like, the last 3 years, but this summer was entirely chaotic and I haven't even been reading much fan fiction lately, so I wasn't very inspired. But I'm back, I promise, with more of the story. And it's a fairly long chappy, too. Yay! Thanks so much for all of the wonderful reviews all ready. Please, review some more. Any requests will be considered also, although I do have somewhat of a story line. Enjoy, baby dolls.
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9:00 am. Oh god. Buffy wanted to start beating her head mercilessly against the tacky tabletop. Boredom was threatening to choke her to death, ever so slowly. She flipped her shiny blonde hair over her bare shoulder, feeling slightly chilly in the air-conditioned room. Alright, so she had to admit: skimpy tank top? Not bestest fashion choice for detention in the school library. Not that she minded Spike's appreciative gaze and knowing smirk when he checked her up and down. *What the hell? Shut up, Buffy! Before you have to kill yourself because of insanity. Hmm. I wonder if his eyes are naturally that blue or if they're contacts? Oh shit. Might as well pull out the noose now*.
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9:05 am. Xander sighed. He really should have grabbed more for breakfast, instead of the bacon and egg sandwich, hash browns, assorted fruit, and coffee. Luckily his mother packed a feast for the gods, which could probably feed a small army. But lunch was a whole two hours away. He would never make it. He sighed. He fidgeted. He sighed again. His gaze slipped sideways where he spied some very tan thigh Buffy- flesh peeking from a mini-skirt. He drooled mentally. Imagined some nasty things. He then fidgeted once more, this time for a different reason then boredom, which was brought upon by his own mind. *See, Xan-man, this is what happens when you allow yourself to actually think. Sigh*.
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9:10 am. Willow was pretending to be engrossed in "Advanced Chemistry and Physics", the textbook propped up in front of her. Really, she was trying not to stare at Spike, who seemed to be trying not to stare at Buffy, who seemed to be trying not to stare at Spike. Willow was bored, but she didn't really have another exciting options to entertain herself at the moment. Maybe she would pretend not to be staring at Anya. Change the staring options up a little. *Good idea. Tactic change. Now try to avoid Anya's gaze*. Willow's intense green eyes slyly shifted it over a notch.
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9: 15 am. Spike rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes. He was trying not to look at Buffy, but every so often his gaze would slip to her. He snorted softly in disgust. She was a Valley Girl. Every single opposite of what he was, and what he stood for. With her little platform shoes and pink bubblegum and shiny hair. *Please. She probably is gunna be married to some doctor prat that bangs his secretary and leaves her at home to watch the little spoiled kids. Somehow, my life plans never don't seem to fit anywhere in the equation*. Spike sighed. So then why was he even still thinking of her? He picked some dirt of his shoe.
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9:20 am. Anya studiously ignored the flickering gaze of Willow. The girl seemed to be trying to pretend that she wasn't glancing backwards every so often to check out the freaky chick at the back of the room. Anya bit back an eye roll. She brushed a lock of dark hair away from her face, pulling out a pen and paper. She began to draw the planes of a male face, eyes, nose, mouth. She focused intently on her work, not knowing who she was drawing but letting her hand flow freely across her canvas. She finished it quickly, dropping her pen and looking over her work. She was a little unnerved at the picture. It was a Mr. Xander Harris, currently seated a few rows away.
This just wouldn't do.
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Spike was never one for a lot of patience. Even though the other four students in the room seemed content to sit on their asses and not do anything besides day dream, he was always a man for action. He stretched loudly, causing the other four stares to slide over to his form. He gave them all a big grin. He jumped up, causing Willow to sputter as he sauntered over to the library railings. He hopped up and perched himself on the glossy wood, not seeming to care that Snyder could walk in at any moment and ream Spike for moving.
"I really think you should get back down, before Snyder comes in to check on us," Willow said quietly, and Spike just arched at eyebrow at her cockily.
"Nah. I say we close that door right over there," he started, pointing to the central library doors, "and get the Prom Queen," he flicked his gaze down to Buffy, glad he had her full attention, "impregnated."
Buffy felt color slip over her cheeks. She glared at Spike, about to protest, when Xander beat her to it, rolling his dark eyes. "I say we don't, asshole."
Spike chuckled good-naturedly. "Well, we won't have any kinda fun in here with Snyder up our asses, looking in at us."
Xander looked at Spike with scorn. "Speak for yourself."
Spike smirked, shaking his head. "You think I would speak for you? I don't even know your language. I don't talk Stupid."
Xander clenched his fist and seemed about ready to retort when Buffy intervened, against her better judgment. "Relax. None of you is any better then the rest. God. Why are men such testosterone-filled dick faces all the time!" Buffy crossed her arms and muttered to herself while Spike and Xander frowned. Willow chuckled behind her hand, and Anya even cracked a small smile at that one.
The clock ticked on.
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The group of teens was currently trying to amuse themselves. Spike had made the mistake of asking Willow what kid of textbook she was reading, and she had launched into a whole life story of her science career as a student. But Spike didn't seem to mind her rambling, as he seemed to be actually listening to her as she rambled on and on. Buffy didn't want to delve to far deep into why she felt some sort of jealously because of the way he was watching Willow attentively, his attention solely focused on her. *Probably just bad sushi after effects*, she reassured herself.
"Yeah, I'm the physics club." Willow beamed shyly, as Anya snorted in the back, rolling her eyes. Xander seemed to notice her then, and as Willow continued talking Anya was slightly panicked to realize he was studying her. She tried to act natural, but natural for her included doing something either disgusting, weird, or strange. So she decided to just sit there and try not to breathe too loudly.
"Oh it's so much fun, though! At the end of the year, we go to a big banquet, and we eat all this amazing food, and we can dance if we want to-" Willow cut her self off, blushing at how much she was telling the bleached teen across the aisle from her. But he just smiled, encouraging her to continue. Spike didn't want to admit it, but he seemed to be growing a small soft spot for the adorable geek in front of him. She was endearingly innocent, and so cute when she stuttered or rambled.
"That's fantastic, pet."
Willow nodded brightly. Xander focused back in on their conversation, and he gave Spike a dark look. "So, Spikey, are you in any clubs?"
Buffy chuckled at that, and Spike swiveled around to pin her with his gaze. "What's so funny, Cherry?"
Buffy seemed about to protest about the nick name but she let it go. "Well, nothing, Spike," she said, emphasizing his name and making it sound ridiculous, "it's just that I highly doubt that your in any clubs." She gave a satisfied smile at the jab.
But Spike just grinned sweetly. "Well, Bunny, are you in the Physics club?"
That seemed to make Buffy pause. She faltered, but looked him square in the eye defiantly. "No. But that's an Academic kind of club."
"So?"
She glared at Spike. "That's not the same as any other kind of club. I'm in the Student Council, and the yearbook committee, and Prom committee, though- "
Xander interrupted her. "You don't have to explain yourself to him, Buff. It's not like he knows what its like to be social with other people and interact with someone that isn't doped up or drunk."
Spike chuckled menacingly. "Well, then why don't I run right out and join the football team? How bout that, Jock strap? All I would need is an effin' lobotomy and some nice new tights." Spike crossed his arms as Xander tried to think of an effective comeback. Willow smirked.
"You guys have to wear tights?" she asked Xander. He tried to maintain his dignity even though even Buffy was trying to hide a smile at this point.
"No! We wear the required uniform."
"Tights," Willow filled in, green eyes teasing.
Xander growled. "They are stretchy pants, okay? Modified pants! Not tights. Real men don't wear tights." He puffed out his fairly buff chest, trying to sound gruff.
Maybe it would have worked if Buffy wasn't coughing to hide her laugh, Spike wasn't smirking in satisfaction, Willow wasn't giggling, and Anya didn't give him a pitying look.
"I am a real man, tough and strong," Xander sulked to himself, muttering and glaring, while everyone laughed even harder.
The fact Snyder had yelled, "Shut up in there, you bunch of girls!" made the other four positively roll off their seats, laughing even harder, while Xander glowered.
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10:30 am. Time was passing by incredibly slow. The teens had moved seats, all except for Anya who remained by herself in the back, emboldened by the fact Snyder seemed to be content holed up in his office and minding no attention to the group he was supposed to be watching. Even though the atmosphere was still tense, especially between Spike, Xander, and Buffy, everyone seemed to have loosened up somewhat and resigned to the fact they still had a lot more detention to go and might as well try to get along.
But everyone gave each other wary looks when Spike suddenly sprung up from his relaxed position, sauntering over to the door. Willow seemed a little frightened for him, as she hoped Snyder didn't spot him. "Spike? What are you doing?" she called, trying not to yell too loud in case Snyder heard her.
"Dropping dead, I hope," Xander muttered.
Spike made the 'be quiet' sign with his finger over his lips, and crept behind the door. He stood perfectly still as the rest of the group watched Snyder stomp out from his office, talking to himself about something that sounded like 'sweet release in the form of chocolate in the vending machines'. Buffy wrinkled her nose, trying never to think of Snyder and any form of 'release', ever, ever again. She shuddered at the mindset her brain had wandered off to.
Spike waited until Snyder disappeared around the bend in the hallway before moving to the side of the doorframe. Everyone watched in confusion and silence as his hands moved quickly over the hinges on the library doors. Xander realized what he was doing quickly and hissed, "You fucking idiot! Put it back!"
Spike just flipped Xander the finger, and pocketed the loose screw that he had removed from the hinge. The door swung shut with a loud bang, and Spike quickly walked over to his original seat. Everyone else scrambled back to their seats also as they heard the pounding steps of Snyder scurrying down hallway to the library.
"Spike, put the fucking screw back-"
"Shut up, Jock strap, I know what I'm doing-"
"Fix the door, Bender!"
"Both of you, shut up, Snyder is here!" Buffy hissed, and both the guys snapped their mouth shut as they heard Snyder cursing a storm when he came across the closed library doors.
The group of teens, save for Anya who didn't much care either way, snapped their heads to the front as Snyder opened the door, loudly announcing his presence.
"God damn it!" Snyder yelled. He stopped in front of the group. He was fuming.
"Who closed that door?" he bit out, through clenched teeth. Everyone remained silent, Spike silent, trying to see if someone would rat him out. But everyone was silent, and this angered Snyder even more. He took a step further into the library.
"I said, who. Closed. That. Door?" Snyder repeated. Xander sighed.
"It just closed, Sir." Xander said, and Spike looked at him in surprise. But then his even grin slid over his face and he decided to cause some shit.
"I think a screw fell out of it," Spike said, trying to look innocent. Snyder growled, stepping closer to Spike. "A screw?" Sndyer hissed.
"Yes, dear Sir, a screw."
"Watch the attitude, Bender. Pray tell, how did the screw just 'fall' out?" Snyder's voice took on a sarcastic quality. Spike raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.
"Hmm. I don't really know. Screw's fall out all the time, Sir. The world is a very imperfect place." Spike said, and Xander swallowed his laugh. Willow looked on the whole scene with fearful eyes, and Buffy shrank back as Snyder's gaze turned to her.
"You explain it to me, Missy. How exactly did the screw 'fall' out, Summers?"
Buffy tried to adopt her patented innocent look. "I don't know," she murmured. Snyder growled.
"Bender, I know you stole the screw. Give it back to me! Or do you want me to yank it out of you?" Snyder took a step closer to Spike, who gazed at him without fear.
Buffy piped up, "Sir, who would want to steal a screw?" Her well-known attitude shone through. Spike gave her a grateful look but she ignored him as Snyder frowned at her, giving her a dirty look.
"Watch it, Summers. I mean it."
Snyder stalked to the front of the room, pausing in front of the closed door. He tested it, seeing that it wouldn't stay open by itself no matter what. He grabbed a plastic chair, opened the door, and placed the chair in front of it, holding it open. Spike grinned evilly. "Sir, the door is way to heavy-"
As soon as Spike spoke the words, Snyder let go of his hold on the door, and the chair was no match for the heavy wood. The chair went flying across the hallway as the door banged closed again and leaving Snyder on the outside. Willow bit her lip to stop from laughing, and Buffy smiled in extreme satisfaction. Spike was outright laughing, and Xander was smirking.
Snyder flung the door open again, outraged.
"Harris! Get over here, now." Xander frowned as he quickly got up and went over to the principal, who was about ready to snap. It didn't help when Spike stood up mock angrily, yelling, "If Harris gets up, we'll all get up, and it will be anarchy!"
"Grab that bookcase," Snyder snarled, ignoring Spike, and Xander lifted up one side of the nearby bookcase that displayed magazines, placing it in front to hold open the door. Spike just shook his head again, laughing.
"Sir, placing the book case in the door is a fire hazard." He paused to laugh as Xander pretended to fall over the bookcase, making magazines splash to the floor and basically wreaking havoc on the front of the bookcase. Buffy joined in as Willow giggled. Anya was laughing quietly to herself as she observed the whole comical thing silently.
Spike continued on, grabbing Snyder's attention. "Sir, I think you should move that book case. Presenting a fire hazard and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at your juncture in this career, Sir."
Snyder seemed to deeply consider the words. He must have internally agreed because he snapped at Xander, "Harris, what the hell are you thinking. Move the bookcase! Are you trying to get someone killed?"
Xander angrily moved the bookcase back and when Snyder had his back turned, flipped him the bird.
Snyder stalked back to Bender. "I know you have that screw Bender."
"No, I don't have it, Sir. I'm truly sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe somehow the screw slipped out, falling behind a shelf- "
Snyder made a slicing motion in the air with his hands, cutting Spike off. His beady eyes glared menacingly at Spike, warning him to shut up quickly. "I know you have that screw, Bender. And when I find it, you'll be sorry."
Spike just smirked as Snyder stalked out, his little legs stomping angrily all the way back to his office. It was priceless. Spike made sure to memorize every detail of the moment when the door slammed in Snyder's face, forever.
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11:00 am. The group of teenagers all looked off into space, equally bored. Sleepiness began to wash over them slowly, one by one. Eyelids began to droop, softly closing and then reopening hastily in an attempt to ward off sleep.
Finally, everyone's heads slumped to one side or the other, or flat on the desk, the sound of regular breathing able to be heard throughout the room.
Snyder slowly walked in, holding a stack of papers to his chest as he surveyed the sleeping teenagers. He narrowed his eyes when he spotted Spike, who was almost sprawled across the full length of the top of the table, feet dangling off the end. Well, more correctly, his combat boots, which made Snyder wrinkle his nose.
"Wake up," Snyder growled. Nobody moved a muscle. Silence.
"Wake up!" Snyder yelled. Still no one moved, or stirred. Snyder bit his tongue in frustration, drawing blood.
"Who has to go to the bathroom?" he said quite softly. Suddenly the five teens were awake, and five hands shot up into the hair. Snyder grit his teeth. "Fine."
"Move it along, girls."
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TBC . . .
Summary: AU fiction, based on the movie "The Breakfast Club". A ragtag bunch of teens sentenced to a day of Saturday in detention together in one room, though they barely can stand each other; Spike, Buffy, Willow, Anya, and Xander. During that time, they bare each other's souls and discover love. Well, did y'all expect anything more from me? ;)
Disclaimer: Blah, bliddity blah. I don't own anything, Joss Whedon owns all BTVS characters, I am poor as ass and only own the clothes on my back. John Hughes, the wonderful God of 80's teen flicks, owns "The Breakfast Club". *sigh*
A/n: *Ducks random thrown objects* Ah, ok, I admit it. I'm a loser. A bastard. A very horrible person. I'm incredibly sorry for not updating in, like, the last 3 years, but this summer was entirely chaotic and I haven't even been reading much fan fiction lately, so I wasn't very inspired. But I'm back, I promise, with more of the story. And it's a fairly long chappy, too. Yay! Thanks so much for all of the wonderful reviews all ready. Please, review some more. Any requests will be considered also, although I do have somewhat of a story line. Enjoy, baby dolls.
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9:00 am. Oh god. Buffy wanted to start beating her head mercilessly against the tacky tabletop. Boredom was threatening to choke her to death, ever so slowly. She flipped her shiny blonde hair over her bare shoulder, feeling slightly chilly in the air-conditioned room. Alright, so she had to admit: skimpy tank top? Not bestest fashion choice for detention in the school library. Not that she minded Spike's appreciative gaze and knowing smirk when he checked her up and down. *What the hell? Shut up, Buffy! Before you have to kill yourself because of insanity. Hmm. I wonder if his eyes are naturally that blue or if they're contacts? Oh shit. Might as well pull out the noose now*.
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9:05 am. Xander sighed. He really should have grabbed more for breakfast, instead of the bacon and egg sandwich, hash browns, assorted fruit, and coffee. Luckily his mother packed a feast for the gods, which could probably feed a small army. But lunch was a whole two hours away. He would never make it. He sighed. He fidgeted. He sighed again. His gaze slipped sideways where he spied some very tan thigh Buffy- flesh peeking from a mini-skirt. He drooled mentally. Imagined some nasty things. He then fidgeted once more, this time for a different reason then boredom, which was brought upon by his own mind. *See, Xan-man, this is what happens when you allow yourself to actually think. Sigh*.
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9:10 am. Willow was pretending to be engrossed in "Advanced Chemistry and Physics", the textbook propped up in front of her. Really, she was trying not to stare at Spike, who seemed to be trying not to stare at Buffy, who seemed to be trying not to stare at Spike. Willow was bored, but she didn't really have another exciting options to entertain herself at the moment. Maybe she would pretend not to be staring at Anya. Change the staring options up a little. *Good idea. Tactic change. Now try to avoid Anya's gaze*. Willow's intense green eyes slyly shifted it over a notch.
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9: 15 am. Spike rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in the last few minutes. He was trying not to look at Buffy, but every so often his gaze would slip to her. He snorted softly in disgust. She was a Valley Girl. Every single opposite of what he was, and what he stood for. With her little platform shoes and pink bubblegum and shiny hair. *Please. She probably is gunna be married to some doctor prat that bangs his secretary and leaves her at home to watch the little spoiled kids. Somehow, my life plans never don't seem to fit anywhere in the equation*. Spike sighed. So then why was he even still thinking of her? He picked some dirt of his shoe.
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9:20 am. Anya studiously ignored the flickering gaze of Willow. The girl seemed to be trying to pretend that she wasn't glancing backwards every so often to check out the freaky chick at the back of the room. Anya bit back an eye roll. She brushed a lock of dark hair away from her face, pulling out a pen and paper. She began to draw the planes of a male face, eyes, nose, mouth. She focused intently on her work, not knowing who she was drawing but letting her hand flow freely across her canvas. She finished it quickly, dropping her pen and looking over her work. She was a little unnerved at the picture. It was a Mr. Xander Harris, currently seated a few rows away.
This just wouldn't do.
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Spike was never one for a lot of patience. Even though the other four students in the room seemed content to sit on their asses and not do anything besides day dream, he was always a man for action. He stretched loudly, causing the other four stares to slide over to his form. He gave them all a big grin. He jumped up, causing Willow to sputter as he sauntered over to the library railings. He hopped up and perched himself on the glossy wood, not seeming to care that Snyder could walk in at any moment and ream Spike for moving.
"I really think you should get back down, before Snyder comes in to check on us," Willow said quietly, and Spike just arched at eyebrow at her cockily.
"Nah. I say we close that door right over there," he started, pointing to the central library doors, "and get the Prom Queen," he flicked his gaze down to Buffy, glad he had her full attention, "impregnated."
Buffy felt color slip over her cheeks. She glared at Spike, about to protest, when Xander beat her to it, rolling his dark eyes. "I say we don't, asshole."
Spike chuckled good-naturedly. "Well, we won't have any kinda fun in here with Snyder up our asses, looking in at us."
Xander looked at Spike with scorn. "Speak for yourself."
Spike smirked, shaking his head. "You think I would speak for you? I don't even know your language. I don't talk Stupid."
Xander clenched his fist and seemed about ready to retort when Buffy intervened, against her better judgment. "Relax. None of you is any better then the rest. God. Why are men such testosterone-filled dick faces all the time!" Buffy crossed her arms and muttered to herself while Spike and Xander frowned. Willow chuckled behind her hand, and Anya even cracked a small smile at that one.
The clock ticked on.
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The group of teens was currently trying to amuse themselves. Spike had made the mistake of asking Willow what kid of textbook she was reading, and she had launched into a whole life story of her science career as a student. But Spike didn't seem to mind her rambling, as he seemed to be actually listening to her as she rambled on and on. Buffy didn't want to delve to far deep into why she felt some sort of jealously because of the way he was watching Willow attentively, his attention solely focused on her. *Probably just bad sushi after effects*, she reassured herself.
"Yeah, I'm the physics club." Willow beamed shyly, as Anya snorted in the back, rolling her eyes. Xander seemed to notice her then, and as Willow continued talking Anya was slightly panicked to realize he was studying her. She tried to act natural, but natural for her included doing something either disgusting, weird, or strange. So she decided to just sit there and try not to breathe too loudly.
"Oh it's so much fun, though! At the end of the year, we go to a big banquet, and we eat all this amazing food, and we can dance if we want to-" Willow cut her self off, blushing at how much she was telling the bleached teen across the aisle from her. But he just smiled, encouraging her to continue. Spike didn't want to admit it, but he seemed to be growing a small soft spot for the adorable geek in front of him. She was endearingly innocent, and so cute when she stuttered or rambled.
"That's fantastic, pet."
Willow nodded brightly. Xander focused back in on their conversation, and he gave Spike a dark look. "So, Spikey, are you in any clubs?"
Buffy chuckled at that, and Spike swiveled around to pin her with his gaze. "What's so funny, Cherry?"
Buffy seemed about to protest about the nick name but she let it go. "Well, nothing, Spike," she said, emphasizing his name and making it sound ridiculous, "it's just that I highly doubt that your in any clubs." She gave a satisfied smile at the jab.
But Spike just grinned sweetly. "Well, Bunny, are you in the Physics club?"
That seemed to make Buffy pause. She faltered, but looked him square in the eye defiantly. "No. But that's an Academic kind of club."
"So?"
She glared at Spike. "That's not the same as any other kind of club. I'm in the Student Council, and the yearbook committee, and Prom committee, though- "
Xander interrupted her. "You don't have to explain yourself to him, Buff. It's not like he knows what its like to be social with other people and interact with someone that isn't doped up or drunk."
Spike chuckled menacingly. "Well, then why don't I run right out and join the football team? How bout that, Jock strap? All I would need is an effin' lobotomy and some nice new tights." Spike crossed his arms as Xander tried to think of an effective comeback. Willow smirked.
"You guys have to wear tights?" she asked Xander. He tried to maintain his dignity even though even Buffy was trying to hide a smile at this point.
"No! We wear the required uniform."
"Tights," Willow filled in, green eyes teasing.
Xander growled. "They are stretchy pants, okay? Modified pants! Not tights. Real men don't wear tights." He puffed out his fairly buff chest, trying to sound gruff.
Maybe it would have worked if Buffy wasn't coughing to hide her laugh, Spike wasn't smirking in satisfaction, Willow wasn't giggling, and Anya didn't give him a pitying look.
"I am a real man, tough and strong," Xander sulked to himself, muttering and glaring, while everyone laughed even harder.
The fact Snyder had yelled, "Shut up in there, you bunch of girls!" made the other four positively roll off their seats, laughing even harder, while Xander glowered.
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10:30 am. Time was passing by incredibly slow. The teens had moved seats, all except for Anya who remained by herself in the back, emboldened by the fact Snyder seemed to be content holed up in his office and minding no attention to the group he was supposed to be watching. Even though the atmosphere was still tense, especially between Spike, Xander, and Buffy, everyone seemed to have loosened up somewhat and resigned to the fact they still had a lot more detention to go and might as well try to get along.
But everyone gave each other wary looks when Spike suddenly sprung up from his relaxed position, sauntering over to the door. Willow seemed a little frightened for him, as she hoped Snyder didn't spot him. "Spike? What are you doing?" she called, trying not to yell too loud in case Snyder heard her.
"Dropping dead, I hope," Xander muttered.
Spike made the 'be quiet' sign with his finger over his lips, and crept behind the door. He stood perfectly still as the rest of the group watched Snyder stomp out from his office, talking to himself about something that sounded like 'sweet release in the form of chocolate in the vending machines'. Buffy wrinkled her nose, trying never to think of Snyder and any form of 'release', ever, ever again. She shuddered at the mindset her brain had wandered off to.
Spike waited until Snyder disappeared around the bend in the hallway before moving to the side of the doorframe. Everyone watched in confusion and silence as his hands moved quickly over the hinges on the library doors. Xander realized what he was doing quickly and hissed, "You fucking idiot! Put it back!"
Spike just flipped Xander the finger, and pocketed the loose screw that he had removed from the hinge. The door swung shut with a loud bang, and Spike quickly walked over to his original seat. Everyone else scrambled back to their seats also as they heard the pounding steps of Snyder scurrying down hallway to the library.
"Spike, put the fucking screw back-"
"Shut up, Jock strap, I know what I'm doing-"
"Fix the door, Bender!"
"Both of you, shut up, Snyder is here!" Buffy hissed, and both the guys snapped their mouth shut as they heard Snyder cursing a storm when he came across the closed library doors.
The group of teens, save for Anya who didn't much care either way, snapped their heads to the front as Snyder opened the door, loudly announcing his presence.
"God damn it!" Snyder yelled. He stopped in front of the group. He was fuming.
"Who closed that door?" he bit out, through clenched teeth. Everyone remained silent, Spike silent, trying to see if someone would rat him out. But everyone was silent, and this angered Snyder even more. He took a step further into the library.
"I said, who. Closed. That. Door?" Snyder repeated. Xander sighed.
"It just closed, Sir." Xander said, and Spike looked at him in surprise. But then his even grin slid over his face and he decided to cause some shit.
"I think a screw fell out of it," Spike said, trying to look innocent. Snyder growled, stepping closer to Spike. "A screw?" Sndyer hissed.
"Yes, dear Sir, a screw."
"Watch the attitude, Bender. Pray tell, how did the screw just 'fall' out?" Snyder's voice took on a sarcastic quality. Spike raised his eyebrows, shaking his head.
"Hmm. I don't really know. Screw's fall out all the time, Sir. The world is a very imperfect place." Spike said, and Xander swallowed his laugh. Willow looked on the whole scene with fearful eyes, and Buffy shrank back as Snyder's gaze turned to her.
"You explain it to me, Missy. How exactly did the screw 'fall' out, Summers?"
Buffy tried to adopt her patented innocent look. "I don't know," she murmured. Snyder growled.
"Bender, I know you stole the screw. Give it back to me! Or do you want me to yank it out of you?" Snyder took a step closer to Spike, who gazed at him without fear.
Buffy piped up, "Sir, who would want to steal a screw?" Her well-known attitude shone through. Spike gave her a grateful look but she ignored him as Snyder frowned at her, giving her a dirty look.
"Watch it, Summers. I mean it."
Snyder stalked to the front of the room, pausing in front of the closed door. He tested it, seeing that it wouldn't stay open by itself no matter what. He grabbed a plastic chair, opened the door, and placed the chair in front of it, holding it open. Spike grinned evilly. "Sir, the door is way to heavy-"
As soon as Spike spoke the words, Snyder let go of his hold on the door, and the chair was no match for the heavy wood. The chair went flying across the hallway as the door banged closed again and leaving Snyder on the outside. Willow bit her lip to stop from laughing, and Buffy smiled in extreme satisfaction. Spike was outright laughing, and Xander was smirking.
Snyder flung the door open again, outraged.
"Harris! Get over here, now." Xander frowned as he quickly got up and went over to the principal, who was about ready to snap. It didn't help when Spike stood up mock angrily, yelling, "If Harris gets up, we'll all get up, and it will be anarchy!"
"Grab that bookcase," Snyder snarled, ignoring Spike, and Xander lifted up one side of the nearby bookcase that displayed magazines, placing it in front to hold open the door. Spike just shook his head again, laughing.
"Sir, placing the book case in the door is a fire hazard." He paused to laugh as Xander pretended to fall over the bookcase, making magazines splash to the floor and basically wreaking havoc on the front of the bookcase. Buffy joined in as Willow giggled. Anya was laughing quietly to herself as she observed the whole comical thing silently.
Spike continued on, grabbing Snyder's attention. "Sir, I think you should move that book case. Presenting a fire hazard and endangering the lives of children would be unwise at your juncture in this career, Sir."
Snyder seemed to deeply consider the words. He must have internally agreed because he snapped at Xander, "Harris, what the hell are you thinking. Move the bookcase! Are you trying to get someone killed?"
Xander angrily moved the bookcase back and when Snyder had his back turned, flipped him the bird.
Snyder stalked back to Bender. "I know you have that screw Bender."
"No, I don't have it, Sir. I'm truly sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe somehow the screw slipped out, falling behind a shelf- "
Snyder made a slicing motion in the air with his hands, cutting Spike off. His beady eyes glared menacingly at Spike, warning him to shut up quickly. "I know you have that screw, Bender. And when I find it, you'll be sorry."
Spike just smirked as Snyder stalked out, his little legs stomping angrily all the way back to his office. It was priceless. Spike made sure to memorize every detail of the moment when the door slammed in Snyder's face, forever.
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11:00 am. The group of teenagers all looked off into space, equally bored. Sleepiness began to wash over them slowly, one by one. Eyelids began to droop, softly closing and then reopening hastily in an attempt to ward off sleep.
Finally, everyone's heads slumped to one side or the other, or flat on the desk, the sound of regular breathing able to be heard throughout the room.
Snyder slowly walked in, holding a stack of papers to his chest as he surveyed the sleeping teenagers. He narrowed his eyes when he spotted Spike, who was almost sprawled across the full length of the top of the table, feet dangling off the end. Well, more correctly, his combat boots, which made Snyder wrinkle his nose.
"Wake up," Snyder growled. Nobody moved a muscle. Silence.
"Wake up!" Snyder yelled. Still no one moved, or stirred. Snyder bit his tongue in frustration, drawing blood.
"Who has to go to the bathroom?" he said quite softly. Suddenly the five teens were awake, and five hands shot up into the hair. Snyder grit his teeth. "Fine."
"Move it along, girls."
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TBC . . .
