Title: Scared Hearts
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Okay, my Word is being a loser, so, I had to use this stupid program. I'm aware that the format is probably messed, but please can you please just gather up all your strength and read it like this until I get it uploaded better? I love you if you do!
~*~ Buffy sat at the table, her arms folded across her chest, and unhappy frown painted on her face. This night, couldn't possibly get any worse. Not only was she eating dinner with a snobby rich woman and a man that kept hitting on her mom, no, Spike had to be there son. So, now, she sat, across from Spike, noting his blue eyes on her and his trademark smirk.
"Buffy, how was your day in school? I hear you and William both go to Sunnydale High." Joyce said, trying to get a conversation going. "School was fine mom, thanks for asking. As for "William" and me going to school together, all I can say is, he is a definete breath of stinky air." Buffy said. "Buffy! Don't talk about Mr. Hampton's son like that." "Oh, I'm terribly sorry Mr. Hampton. I was awfully rude. How could I ever make it up to you?" Buffy said in a sarcastic, sweet tone. Spike chuckled at her sarcasm and the fact that his parents thought she was actually being serious. His father never was one for humour and his mother, well, he'd never seen her laugh in. . . Well, never come to think of it. "If you'd excuse us for just one minute." Joyce said, pushing her chair back and standing. Buffy followed her, still feeling Spike's gaze set on her. She walked into the kitchen and was shocked when her mother yelled at her in such and angry, yet silent voice. "I've worked very hard to get to where I'm at. Having the Hampton's over for dinner is an extreme honor and Buffy if you can't understand that, then I'm afraid you'll just have to be grounded for a few weeks. When we go back in there, I want not one single smart ass comment or no Bronze, no Willow and no boys." Jocye said. "Chill out. Alright, I'll "simmer down"." Buffy said, then realized that had been a "smart ass comment". "Sorry. Habit." ~*~ The clang of dishes could be heard from the kitchen as Joyce, Spike, Ethan and Darla all sat in the living room. Joyce had made Buffy do the dishes, and after her lame excuse of "but mom, I have to go study for my English test tomorrow. Do you want me to fail?" didn't work, Buffy found herself standing in front of the sink, soap bubbles everywhere. "Need some help luv?" She heard the British accent ask from behind her. Knowing, without even turning around, that it was Spike, Buffy answered a simple. "I'm fine, thanks." "Sure bout that? Cause, you look like you could use a hand. Wouldn't want you to fail that English test that we don't have tomorrow." "How did you. . ." "I'm in the same class. Now, do you want my bloody help or not?" Spike asked, walking towards her. "Cause personally, I don't want to listen to another word out of that stupid bloke's British mouth." "You're one to talk." Buffy sighed. "Grab a cloth." "Thanks. Owe you one." Spike said, taking a cloth from the drawer Buffy had guided him to. "You, can dry." Buffy said, turning around, only to send bubbles flying over Spike's face. "Oops, my bad." "Yeah, your bad." Spike said, blowing the bubbles off his nose. "This, is my bad." Spike reached into the sink and grabbed a whole fistfull of bubbles. He placed his hand upon Buffy's face, causing the bubbles to cover all that was once visible to the eye. "Spike!" She cried, laughing. "Hey, you got me first." Buffy put both her hands into the sink and scooped out some more bubbles. Instead of going for his face though, she aimed that at his shirt and soon, when the bubbles had gone, it was just one wet shirt. "That was my favourite shirt!" "Well, you asked for it." Buffy said, a smile on her face. "You mean like you asked for this?" Spike asked, doing the same thing to her, except because her dress cut low, it mostly soaked her skin. "That was my best dress you idiot!" Buffy yelled, sad, but yet laughing uncontrollably. "What's going on in there?" Ethan's voice called from the living room. "Nothing! Go back to your "grown-up" talk!" Buffy yelled back. "Grown-up talk." Spike laughed. "Right." "Yeah, well. . ." Buffy said, pausing for a minute. "Um, I'm going to change, do you want one of my dad's old shirts? He left a few before he well, left us." "Sure pet, thanks." Spike followed her up the stairs, both drenched in the water from the bubbles. The house wasn't anything like his, not near as big, but it had that feeling about it, the feeling that his longed for, home. Turning into a room, he looked around himself. It was small, but Buffy didn't seem to mind. Inside, it was filled with many things that seemed to have been collected over time. Spike had none of those things, nothing that had any true meaning to it. "Here." Buffy said, tossing him a shirt she had pulled from the closet. For herself, she grabbed any normal pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Wasn't much to get dressed up for, the dinner was almost over and she knew that Ethan was paying zero attention to her. It was all on her mother. Not that she minded too much, not like she wanted some fifty-year-old man's eyes on her 24/7. "Does it. . ." Buffy asked, turning around just in time to see Spike's bare chest. Shaking it off, she continued. "Fit? Does it fit?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see eh?" "Shut up. I just, I just lost my concentration for a minute. And no, it did not go to you. It was. . .Well, the shirt. It reminded me of my dad." "Nice save. You know, if you want a closer look. . ."
"What is with you guys? First Angel, now you. Who next, Riley? Or maybe Parker?" "Angel? You mean he. . . Bloody hell. You have no idea what you're in for." Spike said. "Care to inform me?" "Well, the other day, we were all sitting around the tree. . ." FLASHBACK "So, this new chick, Buffy Summers, what do you think of her?" Angel asked his friends as they sat underneath that same willow tree Buffy had seen him under.
"One word. Hot." Parker said.
"Another word. Mine." Angel replied.
"She didn't seem to take a liking to you too well mate." Spike said, joining in.
"Why would you want her anyway? She's a loser. I mean, look at those freaks she hangs out with." Cordelia said, eyeing Buffy, Willow and Xander laughing and hitting each other.
"Oh, but she will like me. Sure, she seems to be the innocent . . . Well, actually she doesn't. But, you get what I mean. She's probably just to scared it will ruin her rep if she says she likes me."
"No, you aren't conceited at all." Anya said sarcastically.
"Hey! That was rude. Don't be rude to my precious Angel." Druscilla snapped.
"Okay . . . Any other psycho people want to share their opinion?" Anya asked.
"Ahn, leave Dru alone." Spike said.
He expected Druscilla to instantly love him; he was the one who stood up for her. But no, she just runs to Angel's arms. 'That stupid bloke, what does she see in him? He doesn't even bloody like her. He's all head over heels for that Goldilocks.' Spike thought.
"Check you guys later, I got to run." Angel said, standing.
"Where to?" Riley asked, taking a bite of his ham sandwich.
"Uh, I got some errands to run for my mother before my sister gets home. Bye." Angel said and took off without further explanation.
"That was weird." Riley said.
"That was Angel." Spike said. FLASHBACK Spike finished telling Buffy the story, and she wasn't too shocked. He might have left out the part where it stung like a knife piercing through his heart when Druscilla ran into Angel's arm. But, right now, it was as if that wound had healed. Sure, he still loved Druscilla, always would, but something about Buffy intrigued him. "Sounds like the normal creep Angel is." Buffy said, walking out of her bathroom in her dry clothes. "Yeah, I don't see why all the girls love him, he treats them like crap." "Oh and you're just the king of nice." Buffy snapped. "You bloody don't know me!" His words caused Buffy to be breathless. What the hell was that? "Sorry, I didn't know it would affect you like that. . ." "It's not. . . It's just. . . Never mind." "Neverminding." Buffy said, sitting next to him on the bed. "How much longer do you think they'll be?" "Long." "Want to just chill here then? You know, till it's safe." 'Hello? Buffy, you in there?' She thought. 'What the hell are you doing? You do not invite Spike to stay in your bedroom with you. . . Alone. Idiot.' "Sure pet." "Can I ask you something?" Spike nodded so she went on. "You don't. . . Well you don't seem to be like Angel, at all. . . I just. . . Why do you hand arond with such jackasses when really you seem kind of. . . Nice." "Take that back!" "Why? It's the truth. You are nice William Hampton. You. Are. Nice." She said, standing, teasing him. "I'm not nice! I'm a bad, rude man." "Man? Ha, barely." Buffy joked. She laughed when he stood up and walked over to her. What she found so funny, she didn't know, and neither did he. But, this laughter seemed to be making her weak, so, he decided to cause some more of it. Reaching his hands out to her sides, he began to tickle her gently. Her laughter grew, and grew until tears were running down her face. He kept tickling her and she kept laughing, they were having fun. Two enemies, were having fun in a none violent way. It was all interrupted though, by the screaming of her mother to keep it down. The two pulled apart, no longer laughing, but each still with a smile on their face. "What was that?" Buffy asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, I was having fun. With you." "Me too pet. Me too." Buffy turned her head to the right, locking her green eyes with his blue. They sat their, smiles fading, but the smiles remained inside somewhere. The gaze grew more serious, more intense and Buffy closed her eyes as Spike's head grew nearer to hers. His stayed open though, admiring her beautiful features, then, they kissed. Fireworks went off in Buffy's head and her body ached for more of him. She placed her delicate hand on his high cheekbone and his felt its way to her small waist, pulling her closer into him. "Buffy. . ." He moaned as he planted kisses along her neck. "Spike, this feels. . . Should we be doing this? What will people think?" Buffy asked, smelling the scent of his shampoo. "Who cares Buffy, it's just me and you right now. That's all that matters. All that should." "You're right." Buffy said, but paused. "I don't want to. . . Do. . . It, you know?" "I understand luv, wouldn't want to push you." Buffy smiled and the two set of lips joined in yet another passionate kiss. ~*~ Meanwhile, Angel and the rest of the "gang" sat around the Bronze, waiting for Spike to show. They knew he had to go to that stupid dinner party, but he had called just before, saying he'd be there no later then eleven. Angel checked his watch, twelve forty five. "Why are we sitting around waiting for him? He's never going to show." Angel said. "Yeah, why don't we just go on without him. If he cared so much, he'd have showed up already." Parker stated. "What are we doing again?" Anya asked. "We're playing a little prank on the loser's house, what's her name. . . Fern, no, wait I know this, Spruce. . . That's not it." Cordelia went on. "Her name's Willow, Cordelia, Willow." Riley said, interrupting her rambling. "Right, her. I knew it was some kind of tree. See, I was close!" "So, we going without him?" Parker asked. "Yeah, it's his lose." Angel said. ~*~ Spike fixed the buttons on the shirt Buffy had let him borrow. After she had brutely attacked it, it looked as if it needed to be ironed desperately, he even noted a few holes torn. Buffy stood from the bed, putting on her tank top that Spike had previously wripped off of her. It hadn't left her totally shirtless though, she still wore her blue bra underneath it. "What do we do now?" Buffy asked, walking over to him. "Best bet would be to keep this secret. No one needs to know what goes on outside of school, it's none of their bloody business." Spike said and hesitated. "I want to do this again Buffy. Not just the kissing, like a date." "Yeah, except, where would we go? I mean, you're so concerened about being seen with a "loser" and well, I don't really want Willow and Xander to think I betrayed them. I just met them." Buffy said. "I know this place. It's a. . . Um, well it's a place not too far from here. No one goes there much anymore, cept for a few lone blokes." Spike said. "Could take you there, have some secretive fun." "I'd like that." "We should get back down before they think something's happened to us." "Cause they'd really notice if we disappeared off the face of the earth." Buffy said, walking out the door. "Got to agree with you there luv."
~ Well, this is a longer chapter, hope you liked it. I didn't do it in word, so sorry if there are a lot of spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. I know, the format is messed up, but please, can you please deal with it? Heh, I know that's probably a lot to ask, but I'd really appreciate it! Thanks, so review. Oh, and did you think I rushed the spuffyness? ~
Summary: A/U Buffy is a bad girl, getting into trouble and hanging around with the "wrong crowd". Her mom sends her to a private school where she meets her two new best friends, Willow and Xander. Along with new friends, come new enemies. But, when she seems to take a liking to one of her enemies, how will that turn out? Will she choose friendship, or love?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. Well, cept the lame ass people I make up! Ha, anyways, yeah everyone from BtVS totally belongs to Joss Whedon.
.:A/N:. Okay, my Word is being a loser, so, I had to use this stupid program. I'm aware that the format is probably messed, but please can you please just gather up all your strength and read it like this until I get it uploaded better? I love you if you do!
~*~ Buffy sat at the table, her arms folded across her chest, and unhappy frown painted on her face. This night, couldn't possibly get any worse. Not only was she eating dinner with a snobby rich woman and a man that kept hitting on her mom, no, Spike had to be there son. So, now, she sat, across from Spike, noting his blue eyes on her and his trademark smirk.
"Buffy, how was your day in school? I hear you and William both go to Sunnydale High." Joyce said, trying to get a conversation going. "School was fine mom, thanks for asking. As for "William" and me going to school together, all I can say is, he is a definete breath of stinky air." Buffy said. "Buffy! Don't talk about Mr. Hampton's son like that." "Oh, I'm terribly sorry Mr. Hampton. I was awfully rude. How could I ever make it up to you?" Buffy said in a sarcastic, sweet tone. Spike chuckled at her sarcasm and the fact that his parents thought she was actually being serious. His father never was one for humour and his mother, well, he'd never seen her laugh in. . . Well, never come to think of it. "If you'd excuse us for just one minute." Joyce said, pushing her chair back and standing. Buffy followed her, still feeling Spike's gaze set on her. She walked into the kitchen and was shocked when her mother yelled at her in such and angry, yet silent voice. "I've worked very hard to get to where I'm at. Having the Hampton's over for dinner is an extreme honor and Buffy if you can't understand that, then I'm afraid you'll just have to be grounded for a few weeks. When we go back in there, I want not one single smart ass comment or no Bronze, no Willow and no boys." Jocye said. "Chill out. Alright, I'll "simmer down"." Buffy said, then realized that had been a "smart ass comment". "Sorry. Habit." ~*~ The clang of dishes could be heard from the kitchen as Joyce, Spike, Ethan and Darla all sat in the living room. Joyce had made Buffy do the dishes, and after her lame excuse of "but mom, I have to go study for my English test tomorrow. Do you want me to fail?" didn't work, Buffy found herself standing in front of the sink, soap bubbles everywhere. "Need some help luv?" She heard the British accent ask from behind her. Knowing, without even turning around, that it was Spike, Buffy answered a simple. "I'm fine, thanks." "Sure bout that? Cause, you look like you could use a hand. Wouldn't want you to fail that English test that we don't have tomorrow." "How did you. . ." "I'm in the same class. Now, do you want my bloody help or not?" Spike asked, walking towards her. "Cause personally, I don't want to listen to another word out of that stupid bloke's British mouth." "You're one to talk." Buffy sighed. "Grab a cloth." "Thanks. Owe you one." Spike said, taking a cloth from the drawer Buffy had guided him to. "You, can dry." Buffy said, turning around, only to send bubbles flying over Spike's face. "Oops, my bad." "Yeah, your bad." Spike said, blowing the bubbles off his nose. "This, is my bad." Spike reached into the sink and grabbed a whole fistfull of bubbles. He placed his hand upon Buffy's face, causing the bubbles to cover all that was once visible to the eye. "Spike!" She cried, laughing. "Hey, you got me first." Buffy put both her hands into the sink and scooped out some more bubbles. Instead of going for his face though, she aimed that at his shirt and soon, when the bubbles had gone, it was just one wet shirt. "That was my favourite shirt!" "Well, you asked for it." Buffy said, a smile on her face. "You mean like you asked for this?" Spike asked, doing the same thing to her, except because her dress cut low, it mostly soaked her skin. "That was my best dress you idiot!" Buffy yelled, sad, but yet laughing uncontrollably. "What's going on in there?" Ethan's voice called from the living room. "Nothing! Go back to your "grown-up" talk!" Buffy yelled back. "Grown-up talk." Spike laughed. "Right." "Yeah, well. . ." Buffy said, pausing for a minute. "Um, I'm going to change, do you want one of my dad's old shirts? He left a few before he well, left us." "Sure pet, thanks." Spike followed her up the stairs, both drenched in the water from the bubbles. The house wasn't anything like his, not near as big, but it had that feeling about it, the feeling that his longed for, home. Turning into a room, he looked around himself. It was small, but Buffy didn't seem to mind. Inside, it was filled with many things that seemed to have been collected over time. Spike had none of those things, nothing that had any true meaning to it. "Here." Buffy said, tossing him a shirt she had pulled from the closet. For herself, she grabbed any normal pair of cotton shorts and a tank top. Wasn't much to get dressed up for, the dinner was almost over and she knew that Ethan was paying zero attention to her. It was all on her mother. Not that she minded too much, not like she wanted some fifty-year-old man's eyes on her 24/7. "Does it. . ." Buffy asked, turning around just in time to see Spike's bare chest. Shaking it off, she continued. "Fit? Does it fit?" Spike raised an eyebrow. "Like what you see eh?" "Shut up. I just, I just lost my concentration for a minute. And no, it did not go to you. It was. . .Well, the shirt. It reminded me of my dad." "Nice save. You know, if you want a closer look. . ."
"What is with you guys? First Angel, now you. Who next, Riley? Or maybe Parker?" "Angel? You mean he. . . Bloody hell. You have no idea what you're in for." Spike said. "Care to inform me?" "Well, the other day, we were all sitting around the tree. . ." FLASHBACK "So, this new chick, Buffy Summers, what do you think of her?" Angel asked his friends as they sat underneath that same willow tree Buffy had seen him under.
"One word. Hot." Parker said.
"Another word. Mine." Angel replied.
"She didn't seem to take a liking to you too well mate." Spike said, joining in.
"Why would you want her anyway? She's a loser. I mean, look at those freaks she hangs out with." Cordelia said, eyeing Buffy, Willow and Xander laughing and hitting each other.
"Oh, but she will like me. Sure, she seems to be the innocent . . . Well, actually she doesn't. But, you get what I mean. She's probably just to scared it will ruin her rep if she says she likes me."
"No, you aren't conceited at all." Anya said sarcastically.
"Hey! That was rude. Don't be rude to my precious Angel." Druscilla snapped.
"Okay . . . Any other psycho people want to share their opinion?" Anya asked.
"Ahn, leave Dru alone." Spike said.
He expected Druscilla to instantly love him; he was the one who stood up for her. But no, she just runs to Angel's arms. 'That stupid bloke, what does she see in him? He doesn't even bloody like her. He's all head over heels for that Goldilocks.' Spike thought.
"Check you guys later, I got to run." Angel said, standing.
"Where to?" Riley asked, taking a bite of his ham sandwich.
"Uh, I got some errands to run for my mother before my sister gets home. Bye." Angel said and took off without further explanation.
"That was weird." Riley said.
"That was Angel." Spike said. FLASHBACK Spike finished telling Buffy the story, and she wasn't too shocked. He might have left out the part where it stung like a knife piercing through his heart when Druscilla ran into Angel's arm. But, right now, it was as if that wound had healed. Sure, he still loved Druscilla, always would, but something about Buffy intrigued him. "Sounds like the normal creep Angel is." Buffy said, walking out of her bathroom in her dry clothes. "Yeah, I don't see why all the girls love him, he treats them like crap." "Oh and you're just the king of nice." Buffy snapped. "You bloody don't know me!" His words caused Buffy to be breathless. What the hell was that? "Sorry, I didn't know it would affect you like that. . ." "It's not. . . It's just. . . Never mind." "Neverminding." Buffy said, sitting next to him on the bed. "How much longer do you think they'll be?" "Long." "Want to just chill here then? You know, till it's safe." 'Hello? Buffy, you in there?' She thought. 'What the hell are you doing? You do not invite Spike to stay in your bedroom with you. . . Alone. Idiot.' "Sure pet." "Can I ask you something?" Spike nodded so she went on. "You don't. . . Well you don't seem to be like Angel, at all. . . I just. . . Why do you hand arond with such jackasses when really you seem kind of. . . Nice." "Take that back!" "Why? It's the truth. You are nice William Hampton. You. Are. Nice." She said, standing, teasing him. "I'm not nice! I'm a bad, rude man." "Man? Ha, barely." Buffy joked. She laughed when he stood up and walked over to her. What she found so funny, she didn't know, and neither did he. But, this laughter seemed to be making her weak, so, he decided to cause some more of it. Reaching his hands out to her sides, he began to tickle her gently. Her laughter grew, and grew until tears were running down her face. He kept tickling her and she kept laughing, they were having fun. Two enemies, were having fun in a none violent way. It was all interrupted though, by the screaming of her mother to keep it down. The two pulled apart, no longer laughing, but each still with a smile on their face. "What was that?" Buffy asked, breaking the silence. "I mean, I was having fun. With you." "Me too pet. Me too." Buffy turned her head to the right, locking her green eyes with his blue. They sat their, smiles fading, but the smiles remained inside somewhere. The gaze grew more serious, more intense and Buffy closed her eyes as Spike's head grew nearer to hers. His stayed open though, admiring her beautiful features, then, they kissed. Fireworks went off in Buffy's head and her body ached for more of him. She placed her delicate hand on his high cheekbone and his felt its way to her small waist, pulling her closer into him. "Buffy. . ." He moaned as he planted kisses along her neck. "Spike, this feels. . . Should we be doing this? What will people think?" Buffy asked, smelling the scent of his shampoo. "Who cares Buffy, it's just me and you right now. That's all that matters. All that should." "You're right." Buffy said, but paused. "I don't want to. . . Do. . . It, you know?" "I understand luv, wouldn't want to push you." Buffy smiled and the two set of lips joined in yet another passionate kiss. ~*~ Meanwhile, Angel and the rest of the "gang" sat around the Bronze, waiting for Spike to show. They knew he had to go to that stupid dinner party, but he had called just before, saying he'd be there no later then eleven. Angel checked his watch, twelve forty five. "Why are we sitting around waiting for him? He's never going to show." Angel said. "Yeah, why don't we just go on without him. If he cared so much, he'd have showed up already." Parker stated. "What are we doing again?" Anya asked. "We're playing a little prank on the loser's house, what's her name. . . Fern, no, wait I know this, Spruce. . . That's not it." Cordelia went on. "Her name's Willow, Cordelia, Willow." Riley said, interrupting her rambling. "Right, her. I knew it was some kind of tree. See, I was close!" "So, we going without him?" Parker asked. "Yeah, it's his lose." Angel said. ~*~ Spike fixed the buttons on the shirt Buffy had let him borrow. After she had brutely attacked it, it looked as if it needed to be ironed desperately, he even noted a few holes torn. Buffy stood from the bed, putting on her tank top that Spike had previously wripped off of her. It hadn't left her totally shirtless though, she still wore her blue bra underneath it. "What do we do now?" Buffy asked, walking over to him. "Best bet would be to keep this secret. No one needs to know what goes on outside of school, it's none of their bloody business." Spike said and hesitated. "I want to do this again Buffy. Not just the kissing, like a date." "Yeah, except, where would we go? I mean, you're so concerened about being seen with a "loser" and well, I don't really want Willow and Xander to think I betrayed them. I just met them." Buffy said. "I know this place. It's a. . . Um, well it's a place not too far from here. No one goes there much anymore, cept for a few lone blokes." Spike said. "Could take you there, have some secretive fun." "I'd like that." "We should get back down before they think something's happened to us." "Cause they'd really notice if we disappeared off the face of the earth." Buffy said, walking out the door. "Got to agree with you there luv."
~ Well, this is a longer chapter, hope you liked it. I didn't do it in word, so sorry if there are a lot of spelling mistakes or grammar mistakes. I know, the format is messed up, but please, can you please deal with it? Heh, I know that's probably a lot to ask, but I'd really appreciate it! Thanks, so review. Oh, and did you think I rushed the spuffyness? ~