A/N: You guys have been really cool with the reviewing and all. I so owe all of you major hugs. Now sit back and relax with this chapter. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 19
Friday had come; every kid's dream. During PE near the end of the day, Wesley exited the boy's locker room, which connected with the biggest gym in the school, and went to line up with the other kids in the class. Chatter filled the large gym, causing an echo. The echoing became louder at the sound of a blaring whistle. Coach Kane went out to stand in the middle of the gym, his attendance book in hand.
"You know the drill," said the coach. "No talking, no gum chewing, nothing during attendance." The short, husky man headed down the line of kids. "Marcy, Karen, Tom, Wesley, Lin, Pat, Ron, Cadence, Charley…" Coach Kane trailed off, noticing an empty gap in the line. "Where's William?"
The boys' locker room door flung open, revealing Spike. "Have I been missed?" the bleached blonde asked, getting a few laughs from some of the other teens in the room.
"Dalton, late again," said Coach Kane, turning to his attendance book. "And out of uniform."
"Joggers, not really my style," Spike said simply, wearing only his dark blue PE t-shirt and regular black slacks.
Wesley extended his head out of line to get a look at Spike. The punkish teenager was the only other British kid in the school, yet he acted far different from Wesley, completely opposite, in fact.
"Here we have everyone's favorite week," Coach Kane started. "Basketball. Today we were supposed to start dribbling, but since I'm going through a messy divorce and I could really care less about your educational experience, it's a free day."
A few shouts of, "Whoop!" passed through the kids as the coach picked up the large sack of basketballs and poured them out. The kids that were fast enough managed to grab a ball immediately started dribbling down the court and taking shots, most of them missing.
Wesley simply bounced the ball he had obtained up and down, thinking that's the only thing he could do with it. Wesley glanced down at Spike, who shot the basketball he had from half court, getting it in the basket without a problem. Ever since Spike had come to the school, he seemed to be on fire with anything physical, much more than Wesley ever could be, anyway.
Wesley was suddenly jarred from his thoughts by someone snatching his ball up. "Spike?" he turned to see the other boy. "What are you doing?"
"Kind of lost in your own world, aren't you?" Spike asked, dribbling Wesley's ball up and down.
"You're good," Wesley noted, watching Spike dribble.
"Tell me something I don't know," said Spike, heading for a basket.
"Say, do you mind if I get that back now, chap?" Wesley asked, going after him.
"Here's a thought," Spike challenged with a smirk. "Try and get it back."
For a moment, Wesley just stared in confusion. How the bloody hell was he supposed to get that ball back? Without much thinking involved, Wesley rushed forward to snatch the ball up, but Spike immediately flipped him over, making Wesley crash onto his back.
"Gotta try harder, mate," Spike said.
Wesley jumped back up and headed for Spike again. The blonde teenager, one handedly, shoved Wesley off, too hard, in fact, into a wall. Wesley flew head first into the wall, falling over quickly. The thud he made created a loud enough echo to grab the attention of everyone in the gym.
"Hey, no rough housing," Coach Kane said, going to check on Wesley. "You OK, Pryce?"
With a large groan, Wesley rolled over to his back, revealing that he had hurt his head harder than anyone thought; the glass from his glasses had cut right through his forehead, leaving a couple of large scars.
Coach Kane's eyes widened. "Pryce, come on. Get up," he said. Unable to even think about movie, Wesley released another groan and stayed down, his head throbbing and raging as if it were on fire. "Quick, someone get the nurse now!" the coach shouted.
As a couple of students ran off to get the nurse, Spike hung back, looking Wesley over. Great. What had he gotten himself into now?
Gunn and Buffy walked side by side down the hall when the last bell of the day sounded. "God, I thought school would never end today," said Buffy. "I have dance squad practice in like five minutes."
"And I got sitting in front of the TV before falling asleep until Monday practice," said Gunn.
"Gee, can't miss that," Buffy smirked with an eye roll.
"Hey, guys," said Lindsey, approaching them. "You hear what happened to Wesley?"
"What's up?" Gunn asked. "Wait. Is that big, masculine girl tryin' to jump him again?"
"Worse," said Lindsey. "He's hurt really bad. Some kid in PE was messing around with him and he got hit in the head hard as hell. His parents had to take him to the emergency room about an hour ago."
"What?" Buffy and Gunn exclaimed at once.
Wesley lay in bed in his bedroom, sunlight peeking in through his blinds. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep, as too many thoughts were on his mind; besides that, he still had an immense headache. A light knock came at the door then and Wesley called for the person to enter.
Buffy walked into the room, Gunn right behind her. "Hey, Wes," Buffy smiled, handing him a small, brown teddy bear. "We didn't have time to go all get well soon-y, but I hope you like it."
"Thank you," Wesley smiled, taking the bear.
"Dang, man, what happened?" Gunn asked, noticing the large bandage that covered Wesley's forehead.
"I'm all right," Wesley assured his friends, seeing the worried looks on their faces. "It's to hide the scars. I really have to stop taking PE with my glasses on."
"Big with the duh there," Buffy smiled softly.
"Who was messing with you?" Gunn asked Wesley.
Wesley sighed. "It's too hard to even explain. I was just trying to get the basketball I was using and suddenly Spike—"
"Spike?" Gunn cut the British boy off. "Spike did this to you?"
"It was an accident," said Wesley.
"I'll bet money Angel put him up to this," said Gunn. "God, that fag go learn not to mess with one of my mine."
"Ease off, Gunn," said Buffy. "You heard Wes. It was an accident."
"Says the Angel groupie," Gunn muttered.
Buffy stared at him funny, crossing her arms. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Forget it," Gunn shook his head.
Buffy stared, "No, I—"
"Please," Wesley interjected. "I swear to you that it was an accident. Can we please just drop this?"
"Fine," Buffy and Gunn muttered, slight anger radiating off of both of them.
Dru held onto Spike's face tightly that night as they kissed passionately. The young couple sat on top of Spike's motorcycle outside of a park they lived by. Feeling that she was the only one enjoying the kiss, Dru pulled back from Spike and looked him over. Something had to be wrong.
"Come on, pet," said Dru, nearly using her British accent. "We both know you didn't mean to hurt Wesley."
"You honestly think I care about that?" Spike asked her. "The wank needs to learn to keep up with the big boys."
"I know," Dru agreed. "Now can we get back to us?"
"What really gets me is that look he had on his face when his head went all bust-y. You think a bloke meant to hurt him or something."
"I know," Dru said again, leaning in for the kiss once more.
"Who would want to hurt a bloody nerd like him?" Spike continued his rant. "He's not even worth the kill."
"I know," Dru said through gritted teeth, frustration in her usually calm voice.
"And he hast he nerve to make me feel bad about it."
"Spike—"
"Why am I feeling anything at all? We know the game. He's just another human while we're human-vampire-whatever's and—"
"Spike, be quiet," Dru shouted. Spike shut his mouth and watched his girlfriend as she closed her eyes, listening to nothing, but silence. "I had a vision."
Spike sighed deeply. "Never a dull moment. Up for finding the poof?"
Dru nodded her reply then hugged Spike's waist tightly as the two of them rode off on the motorcycle.
A/N: I know I haven't updated this story in forever and a day. First off, I was uninspired. Second off, the last Angel episode majorly pissed me, so I really didn't want to write a story that had Wesley in it, yet alone one that has him as a major character. If you want me to continue, though, I will. Just tell me. Please review!