A/N: HEY!!! lol, I just realized that I have NEVER ever given a disclaimer, so here it goes: I do NOT own Cowboy Bebop cuz I am so poor that I'd probably hafta eat the damned bell peppers & beef!!! o.O lol, there we go. N-e-who, 2 answer Starfruit7's ?, yes, of COURSE the romance will b occuring in the near future! I just...erm...like 2 suspend it az long az possible so that it's much more meaningful 1nce they FINALLY get 2gether, heheh. Hope that's ok. -_-' I promise that it WILL happen, though, lmao. In fact, in the next chapter iz where SxF begin to slip in2 a much friendlier relationship. In chapter 7, Spike will be forced 2 confide in Faye due 2 a sudden tragedy that hits him like a ton of bricks. Being the author, I, of course, can't tell u what that tragedy is. ^-~ U'll hafta find out! lmao. And I HAFTA thank my AWESOME REVIEWERS!!! ~HUGS~ I LUV U GUYZ!!!!!!! lol, haha....I hope that u continue 2 R&R cuz I LUV ur comments & take them seriously! Welp, please R&R & of course...ENJOY!!! ^.~
"And just where do you think you're going, young man?"
"To school," Spike replied curtly, heading on over towards the front door without even making eye contact with his father.
Mr. Spiegel frowned deeply. "That's not what your homeroom teacher tells me."
Spike stopped dead in his tracks, a small smirk spreading rapidly across his lips as he cocked his head ever so slightly, asking with indifference, "Oh?"
"Yeah.....Miss Canterbury tells me that you haven't been showing up for homeroom lately," Mr. Spiegel acknowledged, folding his arms with his usual manner of hard-set stringency. "Care to fill me in on that, son?"
Shifting his backpack from his right shoulder to his left, Spike finally turned to face his father, admitting dryly, "No, I wouldn't, actually, but seeing that I don't really have a choice, I'll just letcha know that homeroom is a pointless 15 minutes of nothingness. Who really gives a damn if I'm not accounted for during that time?"
"I do," Mr. Spiegel retorted harshly, the severe tone within his voice only adding to the nipping retalliation. "I don't care if you think it's pointless! My tax dollars pay for this, so you're gonna be there ONTIME in homeroom today, goddammit! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
Spike scowled. "Yeah, I hear you."
"Good," Mr. Spiegel muttered, giving his son a dismissive wave of the hand. "Go on and get out of my sight......your mother would be absolutely apalled if she were still alive to see you."
Spike cringed at this unanticipated blow, giving him a pained look as he grumbled in disdain, "Yeah.....thanks for the sentimentality, pops."
Without even waiting for his father's most likely bumbling reply, Spike stormed out of their apartment and slammed the door shut behind him with contempt, not really caring whether he was disturbing the neighbors or not.
As he tromped down along the concrete steps that led down from his apartment to the main floor, Spike wondered haughtily, "What's my purpose in life, anyway? To be constantly looked down upon like I'm scum?! Here I am, a senior in high school, and I don't even have a fuckin' close as to what to do with myself. And my father..........damn him. Who needs him?! Who the hell needs ANYBODY?!!"
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Arexu and Nami Osaka were sisters, as it was very plain to see due to their uncanny resemblance. They weren't exactly close, but the two redheads were always forced into each other's way constantly, so the fact that the two hung out at school had never really come as any major surprise to the students of Ellewood High. After all, they had seen weirder things happen.
As the early hubbub of the teens shouting at one another and struggling to get to class hovered about within the air like a gigantic dismal shroud, Arexu nudged her sister in the shoulder just as a violet-haired young woman burst past them with an eager haste.
"Isn't that Faye.....Faye Valentine?," she asked, sending the young woman a death glare that she obviously didn't take any notice to.
Nami scrunched up her nose as she stood there deep in thought and squinted to see the girl amidst the crowd. After a moment of contemplating this, she nodded, admitting, "Yep, that sure as hell looks like the new Red Dragon."
"You're positive that she is, right?," Arexu demanded, leaning back against one of the navy blue lockers with a slight pang of disinterest. "You know that Randall will whip us a good one if we're wrong about this."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure.....she was hangin' out with Mikaya Grayson," Nami insisted, nodding vigorously as if to stress her point. "Nobody hangs out with her unless if they're apart of the Red Dragons, and you damn well know that."
Arexu snorted. "Yeah, I guess, but I just wanna make sure that she's outta the way this afternoon whenever I hafta go through with Randall's little plan."
"I have faith in you," Nami assured her sister, beaming at the thought of a battle full of bloody noses and broken bones. "This should be a cinch."
Arexu smirked, nodding due to her own high sense of self-assurance. "Very much so."
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"Well, well well.....if it isn't Miss Sweet Cheeks," Cal announced, giving Faye an appreciative wolf whistle as she meekly stumbled into their history classeoom just before the bell rang its shrill, piercing ring. "Whatcha wearin' under that tight denim, sweetie?"
Shooting him a sharp glance full of a deep, hard-set enmity, Faye ignored him and plopped down into her seat with exhaustion as she tried her best to disregard all of the suggestive stares that she was receiving from the perverted male population of the classroom.
"Oh, I HATE this school!," she thought miserably, cradling her face in her hands just as Mr. Crowley stepped up to the board to announce the lesson plans. "Damn the students, damn the school board......damn everyone and everything to HELL!!!"
Grumbling, Faye retrieved a piece of paper as requested by the teacher, then began to doodle away the torturously slow minutes of Mr. Crowley's lecture as she pretended that she was deeply absorbed with writing a paragraph about Charlemagne, as requested.
Just as she was about to pass out with exhaustion onto her desk, Faye suddenly received a crazy idea that just might work.
Flipping her piece of paper over, she uncapped her sparkly gold gel pen and wrote:
Spike-
I know that we're not the greatest friends, or even friends at all, but I, for some reason or another, have been wanting to assist you ever since the moment that I found out about your little organization, the JRA. I can completely understand if you don't want my assistance, but I really, honestly DO want to help you get back what you've lost. I know how it feels, Spike, so I can understand what you're going through all the way. Please........let me help you.
Sincerely,
Faye 3
Taking a deep breath, she tapped Spike on the shoulder, then handed him the small, folded up note with reluctance.
Sending her a weird look, Spike gingerly opened it up and read its contents, his features contorting with an emotion that Faye couldn't quite distinguish as he began to scribble down some type of response.
After what seemed like hours, Spike crumpled up the note and tossed it back to her with indifference, which she apprehensively opened and read:
-Meet me alone after school. We'll talk later.
Faye gasped with delight, wondering hopefully, "Does he really want my help? Will he actually be willing to give me a chance to be his friend?!"
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"You're late."
"I had to call home to let my family know that I wouldn't be there for a while," Faye insisted, sitting down gingerly onto the bench that Spike was currently occupying. "I hope that was alright."
Shrugging, he lit up a cigarette and brought it up to his lips with a deep-set hint of apathy within his being as he returned gruffly, "All's said and done now, so who really gives a damn?"
Faye cringed at his harshness. "You smoke?"
"Yes, I do, mom," Spike snarled, taking in a long, deep, contented draw from his cigarette before rudely blowing a silvery cloud into her face. "Could we just cut the crap and get to the point, already?"
"I suppose," Faye grumbled, folding her arms in disdain.
Sending her a brief glance, Spike suddenly changed his gruff manner as he asked softly, "Why do you want to help me, Faye? After all I've done to you..............why?"
Unfolding her arms, she turned to face him, replying guardedly, "Because I can relate to you, Spike. I, too, have lost people that I loved, so why not try to help those that still have a chance to get their loved ones back?"
"What do you mean?!," Spike demanded, sending her a sharp glance from the corner of his eye. "How could you possibly know what I'm feeling?! Julia was kidnapped! I bet that whoever the hell YOU loved is just living in another country!!!"
Faye gave him a pained look. "No.......they're dead."
Spike blanched, sheepishly averting his gaze from her own as he mumbled, "Oh....I'm sorry....I-"
"Stop," Faye urged, fighting back hot, stinging tears of misery as she began to wring her hands about absently within her lap. "Everyone who ends up finding out always tells me how sorry they are, so please.........not from you, too."
"But I am sorry, and I have a pretty damn good reason for it!," Spike insisted hotly as he flicked his cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it with indignance. "I treated you like shit cuz I had no idea that your family was.....was....."
"Dead," Faye supplied numbly, never removing her glistening gaze up from her white high-heeled boots as she sat there in deadened state.
Spike swallowed. "Um, yeah.....that's right."
"Look, this isn't getting us anywhere, so I might as well just go ahead and go home," Faye announced, standing up from the bench with a sudden urge of eagerness to escape her companion's company.
"No," Spike cut in, seizing her roughly by the wrist. "Please........stay."
Gazing into his hard-set, determined eyes, Faye felt herself unwillingly sink back down onto the bench as he released his hold about her wrist and turned to face her, a look of sheer bewilderment scrawled out across his face.
After a moment, Faye looked away, demanding meekly, "What do you want, Spike?"
"Your forgiveness," he replied bluntly, his gaze now deep and pleading. "Believe me, Faye, if I had known earlier about your family I would've toned down the 'tough guy' act a bit. Ya see, I've got this reputation of being an asshole, so I've gotta live up to it. Do you understand?"
Faye frowned. "Yeah, I understand, alright. I understand that you're just concerned about your precious social status and not about the well-being of others! Well don't worry, Spike, cuz since I'm probably tarnishing your reputation due to the fact that we are being seen together, I'll just make it easier on you by LEAVING!!!"
Spike grunted. "Faye, don't make this any harder than it already is. Just grow up and sit back down!"
"NO!," Faye shrieked, on the verge of tears. "I can't believe that I ever felt sorry for a selfish bastard like you when all you even care about is YOURSELF!!!"
"And what about you, Faye?," Spike demanded, sending her a gaze that was hard and penetrating. "Whenever you have a problem, you expect the whole goddamn world to come running!"
"I do not!," she wailed, bursting into tears. "Shut up, you bastard! Shut up and leave me alone!"
"Oh, poor, poor Faye," Spike replied mockingly, his voice dripping with a venomous sarcasm. "Let's all just stop what we're doing and have a moment of silence for her."
That did it. Letting out a pained sob, Faye staggered up from where she was sitting and took off blindly towards wherever her long legs would carry her, her pulse pounding in her head like a jackhammer as her breathing grew more and more erratic.
"I do NOT pity myself!," Faye told herself firmly, tears streaming down her cheeks like hot candle wax as she briefly tripped on a jutting tree root and continued to press onward. "I'm not the jerk....SPIKE is! How DARE he try to convince me of otherwise! In fact, the next time I see that jerk, I'm gonna-"
"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!!!"
Faye let out a cry of surprise as she fell down to the ground with a loud 'thump', looking up in bewilderment as her glistening gaze fell upon a tall redhead, all 6'11" of her towering over her victim with menace.
"I-I'm sorry," Faye stammered, remaining on the ground as she began to back up on all fours, completely dumbfounded. "I-I didn't see you coming, so-"
"Shove it!," the young woman barked, cracking her knuckles as she took a step forward. "You're Faye.....the new Red Dragon!"
Faye's eyes widened with fear as she protested shrilly, "What?! NO! I'm not-"
"Don't talk back to me!," the redhead growled, raising up a threatening fist. "I'm Arexu Osaka, and you see that little redhead back there by the water fountain?"
Faye nodded.
"That's my little sister, Nami, and she can beat your ass if I tell her to do so!," Arexu thundered, only seeming to augment in size. "We're a coupla Barracudas, so I suggest that you beat it if you know what's good for ya!"
"But-but I'm NOT a Red Dragon!," Faye insisted, by this point absolutely desperate to get out of this situation in one piece. "They hate me! Mikaya's my only friend!"
Arexu frowned. "Are you contradicting me?!"
"Well I-"
"Leave her alone, Arexu! It's ME you want!," a deep, masculine voice cut in from behind.
Both young woman turned around in surprise, only to see a tall, lanky young man with a shock of moss-green hair standing before them.
"Spike!," Faye exclaimed, very surprised to see him. "What are you-"
"Get out of here, Faye!," he ordered, motioning for her to beat it. "I can handle this."
"No! You-"
"GO, DAMMIT!!!!," Spike growled, flicking a switch blade out of his pocket as Faye stumbled up onto her feet and took off in the opposite direction.
"Keep going," Faye urged herself, pumping her legs as hard as they would go as she continued to push herself to the limit. "Don't look back....just keep going."
BANG!
Gasping, Faye stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around, her heart rate hammering in her head as she overheard a young man exclaim, "Oh, man, Cal.....she SHOT him!!!"
"Oh, my God," Faye breathed, folding her hands over her lips as she stood there and prayed for the young man's life. "Please, God........oh, please let Spike be alright! Don't let this be my fault............PLEASE!!!"
A/N: ~Cowers behind writing chair~ So....wuz that ok???? I hope that I didn't bore u w/ this chapter.
-_-' ~Sigh~lol, I try, hahaha. Guess it didn't work out 2 well, ryte? And~gasp~no Ed in this chapter! ~cries~lol, she'll b there in the next chapter, heheh. O, I've been meaning 2 tell u guyz (not that u'll really care either way, ryte? lmao) that whenever SxF DO get 2gether, there WILL b adult content, so if sex disturbs u.....well.....there's gonna b sum in here, lol. ~blushes~But, of course, it's out of LUV, not lust, heheh. But n-e-who, I hope that u liked this chappie, even though it's kinda rushed, & PLEASE R&R!!! I need 2 hear what ya think! Trust me, ur reviews inspire me SOOOO much!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK ABOUT THIS!!!!!!! ^__________^ Laterz! Luv u LOTS!!!
~Kendra Luehr 3
"And just where do you think you're going, young man?"
"To school," Spike replied curtly, heading on over towards the front door without even making eye contact with his father.
Mr. Spiegel frowned deeply. "That's not what your homeroom teacher tells me."
Spike stopped dead in his tracks, a small smirk spreading rapidly across his lips as he cocked his head ever so slightly, asking with indifference, "Oh?"
"Yeah.....Miss Canterbury tells me that you haven't been showing up for homeroom lately," Mr. Spiegel acknowledged, folding his arms with his usual manner of hard-set stringency. "Care to fill me in on that, son?"
Shifting his backpack from his right shoulder to his left, Spike finally turned to face his father, admitting dryly, "No, I wouldn't, actually, but seeing that I don't really have a choice, I'll just letcha know that homeroom is a pointless 15 minutes of nothingness. Who really gives a damn if I'm not accounted for during that time?"
"I do," Mr. Spiegel retorted harshly, the severe tone within his voice only adding to the nipping retalliation. "I don't care if you think it's pointless! My tax dollars pay for this, so you're gonna be there ONTIME in homeroom today, goddammit! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
Spike scowled. "Yeah, I hear you."
"Good," Mr. Spiegel muttered, giving his son a dismissive wave of the hand. "Go on and get out of my sight......your mother would be absolutely apalled if she were still alive to see you."
Spike cringed at this unanticipated blow, giving him a pained look as he grumbled in disdain, "Yeah.....thanks for the sentimentality, pops."
Without even waiting for his father's most likely bumbling reply, Spike stormed out of their apartment and slammed the door shut behind him with contempt, not really caring whether he was disturbing the neighbors or not.
As he tromped down along the concrete steps that led down from his apartment to the main floor, Spike wondered haughtily, "What's my purpose in life, anyway? To be constantly looked down upon like I'm scum?! Here I am, a senior in high school, and I don't even have a fuckin' close as to what to do with myself. And my father..........damn him. Who needs him?! Who the hell needs ANYBODY?!!"
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Arexu and Nami Osaka were sisters, as it was very plain to see due to their uncanny resemblance. They weren't exactly close, but the two redheads were always forced into each other's way constantly, so the fact that the two hung out at school had never really come as any major surprise to the students of Ellewood High. After all, they had seen weirder things happen.
As the early hubbub of the teens shouting at one another and struggling to get to class hovered about within the air like a gigantic dismal shroud, Arexu nudged her sister in the shoulder just as a violet-haired young woman burst past them with an eager haste.
"Isn't that Faye.....Faye Valentine?," she asked, sending the young woman a death glare that she obviously didn't take any notice to.
Nami scrunched up her nose as she stood there deep in thought and squinted to see the girl amidst the crowd. After a moment of contemplating this, she nodded, admitting, "Yep, that sure as hell looks like the new Red Dragon."
"You're positive that she is, right?," Arexu demanded, leaning back against one of the navy blue lockers with a slight pang of disinterest. "You know that Randall will whip us a good one if we're wrong about this."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure.....she was hangin' out with Mikaya Grayson," Nami insisted, nodding vigorously as if to stress her point. "Nobody hangs out with her unless if they're apart of the Red Dragons, and you damn well know that."
Arexu snorted. "Yeah, I guess, but I just wanna make sure that she's outta the way this afternoon whenever I hafta go through with Randall's little plan."
"I have faith in you," Nami assured her sister, beaming at the thought of a battle full of bloody noses and broken bones. "This should be a cinch."
Arexu smirked, nodding due to her own high sense of self-assurance. "Very much so."
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"Well, well well.....if it isn't Miss Sweet Cheeks," Cal announced, giving Faye an appreciative wolf whistle as she meekly stumbled into their history classeoom just before the bell rang its shrill, piercing ring. "Whatcha wearin' under that tight denim, sweetie?"
Shooting him a sharp glance full of a deep, hard-set enmity, Faye ignored him and plopped down into her seat with exhaustion as she tried her best to disregard all of the suggestive stares that she was receiving from the perverted male population of the classroom.
"Oh, I HATE this school!," she thought miserably, cradling her face in her hands just as Mr. Crowley stepped up to the board to announce the lesson plans. "Damn the students, damn the school board......damn everyone and everything to HELL!!!"
Grumbling, Faye retrieved a piece of paper as requested by the teacher, then began to doodle away the torturously slow minutes of Mr. Crowley's lecture as she pretended that she was deeply absorbed with writing a paragraph about Charlemagne, as requested.
Just as she was about to pass out with exhaustion onto her desk, Faye suddenly received a crazy idea that just might work.
Flipping her piece of paper over, she uncapped her sparkly gold gel pen and wrote:
Spike-
I know that we're not the greatest friends, or even friends at all, but I, for some reason or another, have been wanting to assist you ever since the moment that I found out about your little organization, the JRA. I can completely understand if you don't want my assistance, but I really, honestly DO want to help you get back what you've lost. I know how it feels, Spike, so I can understand what you're going through all the way. Please........let me help you.
Sincerely,
Faye 3
Taking a deep breath, she tapped Spike on the shoulder, then handed him the small, folded up note with reluctance.
Sending her a weird look, Spike gingerly opened it up and read its contents, his features contorting with an emotion that Faye couldn't quite distinguish as he began to scribble down some type of response.
After what seemed like hours, Spike crumpled up the note and tossed it back to her with indifference, which she apprehensively opened and read:
-Meet me alone after school. We'll talk later.
Faye gasped with delight, wondering hopefully, "Does he really want my help? Will he actually be willing to give me a chance to be his friend?!"
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"You're late."
"I had to call home to let my family know that I wouldn't be there for a while," Faye insisted, sitting down gingerly onto the bench that Spike was currently occupying. "I hope that was alright."
Shrugging, he lit up a cigarette and brought it up to his lips with a deep-set hint of apathy within his being as he returned gruffly, "All's said and done now, so who really gives a damn?"
Faye cringed at his harshness. "You smoke?"
"Yes, I do, mom," Spike snarled, taking in a long, deep, contented draw from his cigarette before rudely blowing a silvery cloud into her face. "Could we just cut the crap and get to the point, already?"
"I suppose," Faye grumbled, folding her arms in disdain.
Sending her a brief glance, Spike suddenly changed his gruff manner as he asked softly, "Why do you want to help me, Faye? After all I've done to you..............why?"
Unfolding her arms, she turned to face him, replying guardedly, "Because I can relate to you, Spike. I, too, have lost people that I loved, so why not try to help those that still have a chance to get their loved ones back?"
"What do you mean?!," Spike demanded, sending her a sharp glance from the corner of his eye. "How could you possibly know what I'm feeling?! Julia was kidnapped! I bet that whoever the hell YOU loved is just living in another country!!!"
Faye gave him a pained look. "No.......they're dead."
Spike blanched, sheepishly averting his gaze from her own as he mumbled, "Oh....I'm sorry....I-"
"Stop," Faye urged, fighting back hot, stinging tears of misery as she began to wring her hands about absently within her lap. "Everyone who ends up finding out always tells me how sorry they are, so please.........not from you, too."
"But I am sorry, and I have a pretty damn good reason for it!," Spike insisted hotly as he flicked his cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it with indignance. "I treated you like shit cuz I had no idea that your family was.....was....."
"Dead," Faye supplied numbly, never removing her glistening gaze up from her white high-heeled boots as she sat there in deadened state.
Spike swallowed. "Um, yeah.....that's right."
"Look, this isn't getting us anywhere, so I might as well just go ahead and go home," Faye announced, standing up from the bench with a sudden urge of eagerness to escape her companion's company.
"No," Spike cut in, seizing her roughly by the wrist. "Please........stay."
Gazing into his hard-set, determined eyes, Faye felt herself unwillingly sink back down onto the bench as he released his hold about her wrist and turned to face her, a look of sheer bewilderment scrawled out across his face.
After a moment, Faye looked away, demanding meekly, "What do you want, Spike?"
"Your forgiveness," he replied bluntly, his gaze now deep and pleading. "Believe me, Faye, if I had known earlier about your family I would've toned down the 'tough guy' act a bit. Ya see, I've got this reputation of being an asshole, so I've gotta live up to it. Do you understand?"
Faye frowned. "Yeah, I understand, alright. I understand that you're just concerned about your precious social status and not about the well-being of others! Well don't worry, Spike, cuz since I'm probably tarnishing your reputation due to the fact that we are being seen together, I'll just make it easier on you by LEAVING!!!"
Spike grunted. "Faye, don't make this any harder than it already is. Just grow up and sit back down!"
"NO!," Faye shrieked, on the verge of tears. "I can't believe that I ever felt sorry for a selfish bastard like you when all you even care about is YOURSELF!!!"
"And what about you, Faye?," Spike demanded, sending her a gaze that was hard and penetrating. "Whenever you have a problem, you expect the whole goddamn world to come running!"
"I do not!," she wailed, bursting into tears. "Shut up, you bastard! Shut up and leave me alone!"
"Oh, poor, poor Faye," Spike replied mockingly, his voice dripping with a venomous sarcasm. "Let's all just stop what we're doing and have a moment of silence for her."
That did it. Letting out a pained sob, Faye staggered up from where she was sitting and took off blindly towards wherever her long legs would carry her, her pulse pounding in her head like a jackhammer as her breathing grew more and more erratic.
"I do NOT pity myself!," Faye told herself firmly, tears streaming down her cheeks like hot candle wax as she briefly tripped on a jutting tree root and continued to press onward. "I'm not the jerk....SPIKE is! How DARE he try to convince me of otherwise! In fact, the next time I see that jerk, I'm gonna-"
"HEY! WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING!!!"
Faye let out a cry of surprise as she fell down to the ground with a loud 'thump', looking up in bewilderment as her glistening gaze fell upon a tall redhead, all 6'11" of her towering over her victim with menace.
"I-I'm sorry," Faye stammered, remaining on the ground as she began to back up on all fours, completely dumbfounded. "I-I didn't see you coming, so-"
"Shove it!," the young woman barked, cracking her knuckles as she took a step forward. "You're Faye.....the new Red Dragon!"
Faye's eyes widened with fear as she protested shrilly, "What?! NO! I'm not-"
"Don't talk back to me!," the redhead growled, raising up a threatening fist. "I'm Arexu Osaka, and you see that little redhead back there by the water fountain?"
Faye nodded.
"That's my little sister, Nami, and she can beat your ass if I tell her to do so!," Arexu thundered, only seeming to augment in size. "We're a coupla Barracudas, so I suggest that you beat it if you know what's good for ya!"
"But-but I'm NOT a Red Dragon!," Faye insisted, by this point absolutely desperate to get out of this situation in one piece. "They hate me! Mikaya's my only friend!"
Arexu frowned. "Are you contradicting me?!"
"Well I-"
"Leave her alone, Arexu! It's ME you want!," a deep, masculine voice cut in from behind.
Both young woman turned around in surprise, only to see a tall, lanky young man with a shock of moss-green hair standing before them.
"Spike!," Faye exclaimed, very surprised to see him. "What are you-"
"Get out of here, Faye!," he ordered, motioning for her to beat it. "I can handle this."
"No! You-"
"GO, DAMMIT!!!!," Spike growled, flicking a switch blade out of his pocket as Faye stumbled up onto her feet and took off in the opposite direction.
"Keep going," Faye urged herself, pumping her legs as hard as they would go as she continued to push herself to the limit. "Don't look back....just keep going."
BANG!
Gasping, Faye stopped dead in her tracks and whirled around, her heart rate hammering in her head as she overheard a young man exclaim, "Oh, man, Cal.....she SHOT him!!!"
"Oh, my God," Faye breathed, folding her hands over her lips as she stood there and prayed for the young man's life. "Please, God........oh, please let Spike be alright! Don't let this be my fault............PLEASE!!!"
A/N: ~Cowers behind writing chair~ So....wuz that ok???? I hope that I didn't bore u w/ this chapter.
-_-' ~Sigh~lol, I try, hahaha. Guess it didn't work out 2 well, ryte? And~gasp~no Ed in this chapter! ~cries~lol, she'll b there in the next chapter, heheh. O, I've been meaning 2 tell u guyz (not that u'll really care either way, ryte? lmao) that whenever SxF DO get 2gether, there WILL b adult content, so if sex disturbs u.....well.....there's gonna b sum in here, lol. ~blushes~But, of course, it's out of LUV, not lust, heheh. But n-e-who, I hope that u liked this chappie, even though it's kinda rushed, & PLEASE R&R!!! I need 2 hear what ya think! Trust me, ur reviews inspire me SOOOO much!!! LEMME KNOW WHAT U THINK ABOUT THIS!!!!!!! ^__________^ Laterz! Luv u LOTS!!!
~Kendra Luehr 3