Unwanted Help
Over the next few weeks Buffy and Spike remained going to school and living in Willow's summer house. Willow's parents were completely cool about the whole situation and had welcomed the two throw outs with open arms.
Buffy hadn't heard from Dawn once. She hadn't replied to any of her text messages or phone calls. Buffy figured she was mad at them for leaving with out saying a proper goodbye.
It had been a hard three weeks and neither of them had really bothered doing any homework assignments. This wasn't anything unusual for Spike but Buffy normally put in a bit of effort.
That was why she was now stuck outside the student counsellors office, waiting for her turn to be marched down death row.
The door swung open and a middle-aged man stepped out of the office.
"Miss Summers, do come in." He welcomed her in. Buffy had never seen the counsellor before. He was quite old, had large framed glasses and spoke with an upper class British accent. He waited until she was seated before introducing himself. "My name is Mr Giles, I assume you know why you've been sent to see me."
"Yes," Buffy answered sharply as she sat down. "Because my grades are slipping."
"Very good," he praised her. Why Buffy did not know. "So why do you think this had been happening?"
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. If she didn't have a choice about being here, the least she could do was give him as harder time as possible.
"Has everything been alright at school?"
"Fine."
"What about friends? Have you fallen out with them?"
"No."
"Do you do any extra-curriculum activities that could be taking up all your time?" She could tell that he was already getting annoyed with her short answers.
"I'm head cheer-leader?" Buffy shrugged. "But that's all."
Mr Giles removed his glasses, polished them then replaced them. He took a deep breath then turned to face Buffy again.
"Is everything ok at home?"
"I don't live at home." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
Giles clicked about on his computer. "But it says on your record that you live with your parents."
"I did." Buffy didn't like where this was going.
"You ran away?"
"God, why do adults always think it's the teens fault? No, I didn't run away, they chucked me out!"
He blinked a few time, repeated the procedure of cleaning his glasses and coughed. "They threw you out? Why?"
"Because I'm in love with our exchange student, Spike."
He nodded and wrote a few things down on the notebook on the desk. "And where are you living now?"
"At my friend Willow's house," Buffy replied. "We live in the summer house at the bottom of the tennis courts."
"And do you want to go back to living with them?"
"I would like to. To see my little sister again. Although my parents probably wouldn't notice if I moved back in."
"Why do you say this?" He asked.
"Well, they didn't notice that Spike and I were a couple for about. three months, even them it was because I told them. And they didn't notice we had a homeless girl, Tara, living in our house at all."
"So they're not home very often?" This case was getting more and more complex by the minute.
Buffy nodded. Damn, she's just told him near enough everything. She didn't want his help or need it. Things were fine.
"Can I go now?" Buffy asked, standing up. She didn't wait for him to answer before leaving the room.
*What a strange girl* Mr Giles thought to himself before picking up the phone.
Over the next few weeks Buffy and Spike remained going to school and living in Willow's summer house. Willow's parents were completely cool about the whole situation and had welcomed the two throw outs with open arms.
Buffy hadn't heard from Dawn once. She hadn't replied to any of her text messages or phone calls. Buffy figured she was mad at them for leaving with out saying a proper goodbye.
It had been a hard three weeks and neither of them had really bothered doing any homework assignments. This wasn't anything unusual for Spike but Buffy normally put in a bit of effort.
That was why she was now stuck outside the student counsellors office, waiting for her turn to be marched down death row.
The door swung open and a middle-aged man stepped out of the office.
"Miss Summers, do come in." He welcomed her in. Buffy had never seen the counsellor before. He was quite old, had large framed glasses and spoke with an upper class British accent. He waited until she was seated before introducing himself. "My name is Mr Giles, I assume you know why you've been sent to see me."
"Yes," Buffy answered sharply as she sat down. "Because my grades are slipping."
"Very good," he praised her. Why Buffy did not know. "So why do you think this had been happening?"
Buffy shrugged her shoulders. If she didn't have a choice about being here, the least she could do was give him as harder time as possible.
"Has everything been alright at school?"
"Fine."
"What about friends? Have you fallen out with them?"
"No."
"Do you do any extra-curriculum activities that could be taking up all your time?" She could tell that he was already getting annoyed with her short answers.
"I'm head cheer-leader?" Buffy shrugged. "But that's all."
Mr Giles removed his glasses, polished them then replaced them. He took a deep breath then turned to face Buffy again.
"Is everything ok at home?"
"I don't live at home." Buffy raised an eyebrow.
Giles clicked about on his computer. "But it says on your record that you live with your parents."
"I did." Buffy didn't like where this was going.
"You ran away?"
"God, why do adults always think it's the teens fault? No, I didn't run away, they chucked me out!"
He blinked a few time, repeated the procedure of cleaning his glasses and coughed. "They threw you out? Why?"
"Because I'm in love with our exchange student, Spike."
He nodded and wrote a few things down on the notebook on the desk. "And where are you living now?"
"At my friend Willow's house," Buffy replied. "We live in the summer house at the bottom of the tennis courts."
"And do you want to go back to living with them?"
"I would like to. To see my little sister again. Although my parents probably wouldn't notice if I moved back in."
"Why do you say this?" He asked.
"Well, they didn't notice that Spike and I were a couple for about. three months, even them it was because I told them. And they didn't notice we had a homeless girl, Tara, living in our house at all."
"So they're not home very often?" This case was getting more and more complex by the minute.
Buffy nodded. Damn, she's just told him near enough everything. She didn't want his help or need it. Things were fine.
"Can I go now?" Buffy asked, standing up. She didn't wait for him to answer before leaving the room.
*What a strange girl* Mr Giles thought to himself before picking up the phone.