First Day Back
The next few weeks passed, like any summer vacation does, too fast. Before anyone would have wished, it was time to go back to school.
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Buffy stood at the entrance to Sunnydale High, peering through the crowds of students. The new freshmen students wandering round, campus maps in hand and the older students placing bets on which ones would be future prom queens, football players and cheerleaders.
"Come on, Spike. Where are you?" Buffy muttered under her breath. He was late, as per usual. Showing up late on the first day was not going to impress Snyder.
"Are you lost too?" She heard somebody from behind her say. Buffy spun round to see who was talking to her. It was a lanky brown haired boy, definitely a freshman. Anyone else would have known who she was.
"No," Buffy shook her head. "I'm a Junior." The boy looked embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologised. "You just looked a bit worried."
"My boyfriend's late." Buffy shrugged. The boy turned an even brighter shade of red that clashed horribly with his shirt.
"Well, bye." He said before running off. Buffy couldn't help herself from bursting out laughing.
"Something funny, Pet?" Spike asked, appearing from behind her.
"Just some freshman trying to ask me out," Buffy shrugged. "And how come your so later, mister?"
"I'm not late." Spike frowned. "I've been to see some teacher. They wanted to take a picture of all the exchange students for the school paper."
"Well, that's ok then," Buffy said. "The principle is a right troll, he would freak if you we were late."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "What the guy standing behind you?"
Buffy's face went ghostly white as she turned around slowly. Snyder was standing there, arms crossed, not looking very happy.
"That'll be detention after school for both of you," he said, handing them both a detention slip. Buffy whimpered as Principle Snyder walked away to spy on some Senior's.
"Reminds me of my old school." Spike grinned, looking at his white detention slip. "I think I've spent more time in detention than in lessons."
"I have to miss cheerleading tryouts now!" Buffy pouted.
"You're a cheerleader?" Spike asked.
"I'm captain of the squad," she answered. "Now I have to go find Willow, most of our lessons are together this year. See you at lunch."
~~~~~
Spike didn't bother turning up for his morning lessons that morning. What was the point? He'd dropped out of school over a year ago now, this year wouldn't count for anything.
He found Buffy and her friends in the quad at lunch time. They were busy talking about how to reschedule the cheerleading tryouts. Turned out that Angel was on the football team and Xander was on the soccer team. Of course, all the girls were cheerleaders.
"How'd your first lessons go, Spike?" Kendra asked, trying to involve him in the conversation.
Spike just shrugged. Buffy probably wouldn't be too happy if he told her he skipped.
"He didn't turn up," Angel sneered. "He's in all my classes." Spike went paler than normal. How was he to know that one of Buffy's friends was also a senior?
"Great," Spike mumbled. Buffy just sat there glaring at him. He had promised her that he would make an effort at school this year and already his promise was broken.
"I have to go. get something from the library," Buffy said as she stormed off.
~~~~~
"Buffy, wait!" Spike called as he ran after her. She ignored him and carried on walking. "Just wait!"
Buffy slammed the door behind her as she entered the girl's bathroom. Spike looked at the door for a second, thinking, before following her.
"Spike! You can't come in here!" she yelled. He totally ignored her.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"What do you think? You broke your promise!" Buffy refused to let herself cry.
"I did," Spike said. There was no reason to lie to her again. "And I'm sorry. It's just habit not going to classes. I didn't want to be behind."
Buffy considered what he had said. Finally, she nodded. "Ok, I forgive you, just don't do it again." Inside she knew that he would break his promise again and again but now was not the time to yell at him for something he hadn't done yet.
The next few weeks passed, like any summer vacation does, too fast. Before anyone would have wished, it was time to go back to school.
~~~~
Buffy stood at the entrance to Sunnydale High, peering through the crowds of students. The new freshmen students wandering round, campus maps in hand and the older students placing bets on which ones would be future prom queens, football players and cheerleaders.
"Come on, Spike. Where are you?" Buffy muttered under her breath. He was late, as per usual. Showing up late on the first day was not going to impress Snyder.
"Are you lost too?" She heard somebody from behind her say. Buffy spun round to see who was talking to her. It was a lanky brown haired boy, definitely a freshman. Anyone else would have known who she was.
"No," Buffy shook her head. "I'm a Junior." The boy looked embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He apologised. "You just looked a bit worried."
"My boyfriend's late." Buffy shrugged. The boy turned an even brighter shade of red that clashed horribly with his shirt.
"Well, bye." He said before running off. Buffy couldn't help herself from bursting out laughing.
"Something funny, Pet?" Spike asked, appearing from behind her.
"Just some freshman trying to ask me out," Buffy shrugged. "And how come your so later, mister?"
"I'm not late." Spike frowned. "I've been to see some teacher. They wanted to take a picture of all the exchange students for the school paper."
"Well, that's ok then," Buffy said. "The principle is a right troll, he would freak if you we were late."
Spike raised an eyebrow. "What the guy standing behind you?"
Buffy's face went ghostly white as she turned around slowly. Snyder was standing there, arms crossed, not looking very happy.
"That'll be detention after school for both of you," he said, handing them both a detention slip. Buffy whimpered as Principle Snyder walked away to spy on some Senior's.
"Reminds me of my old school." Spike grinned, looking at his white detention slip. "I think I've spent more time in detention than in lessons."
"I have to miss cheerleading tryouts now!" Buffy pouted.
"You're a cheerleader?" Spike asked.
"I'm captain of the squad," she answered. "Now I have to go find Willow, most of our lessons are together this year. See you at lunch."
~~~~~
Spike didn't bother turning up for his morning lessons that morning. What was the point? He'd dropped out of school over a year ago now, this year wouldn't count for anything.
He found Buffy and her friends in the quad at lunch time. They were busy talking about how to reschedule the cheerleading tryouts. Turned out that Angel was on the football team and Xander was on the soccer team. Of course, all the girls were cheerleaders.
"How'd your first lessons go, Spike?" Kendra asked, trying to involve him in the conversation.
Spike just shrugged. Buffy probably wouldn't be too happy if he told her he skipped.
"He didn't turn up," Angel sneered. "He's in all my classes." Spike went paler than normal. How was he to know that one of Buffy's friends was also a senior?
"Great," Spike mumbled. Buffy just sat there glaring at him. He had promised her that he would make an effort at school this year and already his promise was broken.
"I have to go. get something from the library," Buffy said as she stormed off.
~~~~~
"Buffy, wait!" Spike called as he ran after her. She ignored him and carried on walking. "Just wait!"
Buffy slammed the door behind her as she entered the girl's bathroom. Spike looked at the door for a second, thinking, before following her.
"Spike! You can't come in here!" she yelled. He totally ignored her.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"What do you think? You broke your promise!" Buffy refused to let herself cry.
"I did," Spike said. There was no reason to lie to her again. "And I'm sorry. It's just habit not going to classes. I didn't want to be behind."
Buffy considered what he had said. Finally, she nodded. "Ok, I forgive you, just don't do it again." Inside she knew that he would break his promise again and again but now was not the time to yell at him for something he hadn't done yet.