Buffy decided to walk to school today. It was a nice day, warm and bright,
and she just wanted some alone time to reflect on things. She thought about
Spike. She didn't know how it could of turned so evil. Why had she fallen
for his lines? Why had she. . .no she wasn't thinking that. . .was she. .
.was she really. . .maybe. . .in love with him? It couldn't be. She hated
him. After what he had done to her how could she still have feelings for
him? She reached the school building and entered it to fine Willow and
Xander talking. She went up to them.
"Hi you guys, I don't know if I'm still welcome here but. . ." she said.
"Of course you are" Willow said.
"Okay, so h-have you talked to Spike?" she asked them.
"I haven't" Xander said.
"Will?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, last night on the phone" Willow told her.
"Did. . .did he. . ." Buffy tried to ask.
"Mention you?" Willow asked, Buffy nodded. "No, not really, I'm sorry" she said.
"What do you mean 'not really'? so sort of? What did he say?" Buffy asked.
"He just. . .he mentioned what happened in English" Willow told her.
"Oh, what did he tell you?" she asked.
"That you went all ballistic because he tried to talk to you" Willow said.
"That's not-" she began, but stopped when Spike came up to the table.
"Hey Will, Xand" he said, pretending not to notice Buffy.
"Hey Spike" Willow said.
"Spike you remember Buffy right? You know the girl you. . .well actually I don't know what happened" Xander said realizing his total naïve- ness of the situation.
"I have to go" Buffy said and quickly got up and walked away. She went to her first class, which thankfully wasn't with Spike she wanted to get away from him. Just two minutes with him and already her stomach was curling. She arrived at her first class, creative writing, which was her favorite. She sat in her seat. Today they were starting a new project. The bell rang and the teacher came into the room.
"Hey you guys" Mr. Tiller said. "All right I told you that you were starting a new project today and here it is" he handed out packets to all of the class. "Okay, your assignment is to write a short story about something traumatic that happened to you. It can be from the past, or something that's happening right now, but it has to be real, all right start brainstorming." Buffy thought about this one. Something traumatic, what could she write about? She could right about her gradfather dying when she was only eight. Or maybe getting lost in the mall at age five. No, she decided, she'd right about Spike. But what about him? How much of a jerk he was? How much he hurt her? How much she loved him? No! she couldn't write that, she didn't even think it. Not knowing what to write she just doodled on her notebook paper. She would sort out everything tonight when she got home and could think for real.
The bell rang for the end of class but Buffy didn't notice. As the students left she sat there still doodling on her paper. To much of her surprise she starting doodling Spike's name.
"Buffy? Buffy?" Mr. Tiller said.
"Huh?" Buffy asked, snapping out of her daze.
"You can go now, the bell rang" he said with a smile.
"Oh, right" she said a little embarrassed.
"Buffy is something wrong?" he asked as he sat leaned on his desk while she collected her things.
"Why do you ask?" she wondered.
"Well it's probably none of my business but you've been sort of sad lately, and zoned out, plus you've doodled the name 'Spike' on this paper like a hundred times" he said. "And you're writing has slipped a little, I mean you're a great writer Buffy, but. . .it just seems like lately you don't have the feel for it."
"I know. . .to tell you the truth there is something wrong, Spike" she said.
"Who's Spike?" he asked.
"Do you know William Bryson?" Buffy asked him.
"Oh, the bad ass Billy Idol want-to-be" he said, knowing who she was talking about.
"That's him, but Spike's a lot hotter than Billy Idol" Buffy said. Mr. Tiller smiled.
"I see, what did he break up with you or something?" he asked.
"No. . .well yes, but that was after he told me he loved me and I didn't say it back" Buffy told him.
"Oh" he said.
"Well no I mean he didn't mean it, he just said that to get me into- " she said and then stopped, catching herself before finishing her sentence. "Band, just to get me into his band." She said, recovering herself.
"Oh, yeah, guys do that all the time" he said.
"Well, I'm late, so I'll go" she said. "Thanks for the talk." She grabbed her stuff and left and walked quickly to her next class.
"Hi you guys, I don't know if I'm still welcome here but. . ." she said.
"Of course you are" Willow said.
"Okay, so h-have you talked to Spike?" she asked them.
"I haven't" Xander said.
"Will?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah, last night on the phone" Willow told her.
"Did. . .did he. . ." Buffy tried to ask.
"Mention you?" Willow asked, Buffy nodded. "No, not really, I'm sorry" she said.
"What do you mean 'not really'? so sort of? What did he say?" Buffy asked.
"He just. . .he mentioned what happened in English" Willow told her.
"Oh, what did he tell you?" she asked.
"That you went all ballistic because he tried to talk to you" Willow said.
"That's not-" she began, but stopped when Spike came up to the table.
"Hey Will, Xand" he said, pretending not to notice Buffy.
"Hey Spike" Willow said.
"Spike you remember Buffy right? You know the girl you. . .well actually I don't know what happened" Xander said realizing his total naïve- ness of the situation.
"I have to go" Buffy said and quickly got up and walked away. She went to her first class, which thankfully wasn't with Spike she wanted to get away from him. Just two minutes with him and already her stomach was curling. She arrived at her first class, creative writing, which was her favorite. She sat in her seat. Today they were starting a new project. The bell rang and the teacher came into the room.
"Hey you guys" Mr. Tiller said. "All right I told you that you were starting a new project today and here it is" he handed out packets to all of the class. "Okay, your assignment is to write a short story about something traumatic that happened to you. It can be from the past, or something that's happening right now, but it has to be real, all right start brainstorming." Buffy thought about this one. Something traumatic, what could she write about? She could right about her gradfather dying when she was only eight. Or maybe getting lost in the mall at age five. No, she decided, she'd right about Spike. But what about him? How much of a jerk he was? How much he hurt her? How much she loved him? No! she couldn't write that, she didn't even think it. Not knowing what to write she just doodled on her notebook paper. She would sort out everything tonight when she got home and could think for real.
The bell rang for the end of class but Buffy didn't notice. As the students left she sat there still doodling on her paper. To much of her surprise she starting doodling Spike's name.
"Buffy? Buffy?" Mr. Tiller said.
"Huh?" Buffy asked, snapping out of her daze.
"You can go now, the bell rang" he said with a smile.
"Oh, right" she said a little embarrassed.
"Buffy is something wrong?" he asked as he sat leaned on his desk while she collected her things.
"Why do you ask?" she wondered.
"Well it's probably none of my business but you've been sort of sad lately, and zoned out, plus you've doodled the name 'Spike' on this paper like a hundred times" he said. "And you're writing has slipped a little, I mean you're a great writer Buffy, but. . .it just seems like lately you don't have the feel for it."
"I know. . .to tell you the truth there is something wrong, Spike" she said.
"Who's Spike?" he asked.
"Do you know William Bryson?" Buffy asked him.
"Oh, the bad ass Billy Idol want-to-be" he said, knowing who she was talking about.
"That's him, but Spike's a lot hotter than Billy Idol" Buffy said. Mr. Tiller smiled.
"I see, what did he break up with you or something?" he asked.
"No. . .well yes, but that was after he told me he loved me and I didn't say it back" Buffy told him.
"Oh" he said.
"Well no I mean he didn't mean it, he just said that to get me into- " she said and then stopped, catching herself before finishing her sentence. "Band, just to get me into his band." She said, recovering herself.
"Oh, yeah, guys do that all the time" he said.
"Well, I'm late, so I'll go" she said. "Thanks for the talk." She grabbed her stuff and left and walked quickly to her next class.