Chapter 5.
Buffy threw her handbag onto the floor and slumped down into her favourite soft armchair.
Faith strolled in from the kitchen, 2 bottles of beer in hand. She screwed the top off one and handed it to her friend.
"I'll pass thanks Faith, me and alcohol, not very mixy," she sighed. "On the other hand though," she reached out and grabbed the bottle, taking a large swig before screwing up her face. "Yuck, beer bad!" she mumbled.
"Chill out B, after a few bottles it'll be your favourite drink, trust me I'm an expert" she laughed.
Faith had nearly fallen out of her chair when Spike had stormed out through the office, sending a pile of papers flying off her desk, as he had swept past. And as soon as Buffy had emerged she grabbed her friend and headed for the exit. She explained it all to Faith on the cab ride home.
Buffy sat and stared into space while Faith turned on the TV, it came on to a rerun of Passions, his favourite show, Buffy glared at the brunette and she hurriedly tried to find another channel, she settled on a music channel realising almost in time that it was showing a documentary on the Sex Pistols, that was enough for Buffy she got up, stalked to her bedroom and slammed the door shut.
Buffy lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of her life.
"Why does it always go wrong!" she sighed.
She could actually pinpoint the moment when her life turned to shit. She was 16 years old, a bright student, and a popular girl at school, hell she even made the cheerleading squad. She was the girl everyone else wanted to be, and she lived that role to the full. It was her father's birthday and she thought she would surprise him by bringing him a cake to work. She remembered that day like it was yesterday. She bounded into his office, cake in one hand and card in the other, singing at the top of her voice. What she saw she would never forget. Her father on top of Melissa the pert young secretary, going for it like two teenagers. Her supposedly doting father screwing the office bike, in the middle of the day, in his office, so engrossed in his sordid deed that he didn't even notice his teenage daughter standing by the doorway.
That basically signalled the end of her parent's 20-year marriage. Her mother Joyce had suspected for some time that he was cheating, but even she didn't expect that he actually had 4 lovers! She took her two daughters and moved to Sunnydale leaving her cheating spouse in LA.
It was a clean break, and definitely what Joyce needed, but it was hard on the girls, Buffy especially. Before the move she had to take the young blonde out of school after a meeting with the principal where her behaviour was described as disruptive and violent, and suggested that maybe some therapy would be in order.
Buffy never forgave her father, he was the one man in her life that should always be there for her, the one man she could trust and he had shattered that, and she knew it had scarred her deeply.
Spike sat quietly in the cab on the way back to his hotel. "Ungrateful bint!" he thought to himself, "Still she looked hot though," he smiled. He hadn't expected a warm welcome from her, but he did think time may have healed the wounds a little, at least he had hoped it would have.
He thought back to the first time he had seen her.
He walked down the hallway in Sunnydale High minding his own business when suddenly he was charged into by a crazy, short blonde girl.
"In a hurry luv?" he questioned as he bent down to pick up the papers she had scattered over the floor.
"I am not your love!" she bit back.
Spike took a step back and held his hands up.
"First day pet?" he said as he looked through the papers in his hand.
"What's it to you?" she snapped.
Spike smiled at the angry young woman stood glaring at him. She was different to the other girls here, she had a spark. In fact she was a breath of fresh air in a High School frequented prominently by the stuck up girls Spike hated, girls with no opinions of their own, sheep. She obviously had some issues going on, but at least she had some fire.
He had been in Sunnydale for a year already, but he still remembered his first day at a new school.
His family had decided it would be a good learning experience to finish his schooling in America rather than his native England, and he had jumped at the chance happy to get away from his overbearing parents, even if just for a year.
"Shit blondie, you've got a hell of a lot of classes here, who did you piss off?" Spike questioned as he read through her schedule.
"I missed a lot of classes at my last school, so have to do the extra work here." Buffy answered.
"Why doesn't he just leave me alone, the last thing I need is so bit hit on on my first day!" she thought to herself. "Although he is hot!"
He had sharp cheekbones like she had never seen before, and crazy hair, a shock of peroxide all slicked back but a few strands had come forward and were curling around at his temple. She felt like his eyes could see straight into her soul, piercing blue, she was captivated.
"What's your name pet?" he asked, she jumped back to reality realising she had been blatantly staring at his striking features. "Bad Buffy," she thought to herself. The last thing she needed was a man in her life, any sort of man, and that especially applied to the gorgeous, sexy variety!
"Buffy" she replied, the blonde in front of her chuckled, "No really," he repeated his question.
Buffy passed him a deadly glare, "What's yours bleach boy?" She snapped
"Spike" he answered.
Buffy burst into giggles, "Oh and like that is so much better."
They both stood laughing together, He couldn't take his eyes off her, her long silky blonde hair falling seductively over one shoulder, soft full lips pouting prettily, sexy hazel eyes looking back into his, he was intoxicated by her. He handed her papers back, his hand softly brushing hers. Buffy jumped back abruptly the moment broken. Spike looked to the floor freaked out by what had just happened. "Get a grip," he thought to himself, but he could still feel a tingle across the skin where he had touched her.
"Spike!" Spike looked up to see Drusilla standing beside him with a face like thunder. "Run along little girl," she snarled at Buffy.
Buffy just stared back at the peculiar girl standing in front of her and smiled. She bit her tongue to stop herself snapping back at her, even though the ammunition she had was priceless. She looked like an extra from a Dracula movie or something, long black hair, far too much eyeliner and deep red lipstick, not to mention the 'out there' goth dress. Buffy guessed that she was trampling over Dru's territory with her little hallway liaison with Spike, only accentuated when Drusilla put a claiming hand on his shoulder and started to nuzzle his neck.
"Well Spike, its been an 'experience'" Buffy whispered softly in his ear, and with that she turned and walked down the hall away from him.