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:. Awe, thank you so much for the reviews! You guys are so nice. And please review some more!
~*~
Buffy walked into the classroom last and her stomach was in knots. The whole class was staring at them, all thirty-two faces plus the teacher's. But that's not what scared her. Buffy knew as soon as Spike's lips met hers that they would all disappear. The two would go off into their own world. And that's what scared her. What if she couldn't snap back into reality? What if they stayed in their world too long?
"Okay, this group has volunteered to go first," Mrs. Walker said, sitting down at her desk. "Now, I expect you to all listen very carefully and give them your full attention."
Mitchell walked forward, holding a piece of paper and began to speak, "Hello, my name is Mitchell and this is Buffy, Kendra and Spike. Our task was to give four examples of things teens deal with in their daily lives, explain them and make up a skit to two of them. I picked eating disorders. The media gives young girls, and guys, images that they should look like. Some girls aren't happy with being them, and feel that they need to portray that exact image to be accepted and liked, not understanding the dangers that come with their choice."
"I chose drugs, because every day, teens are pressured into doing drugs by their peers. They get the impression that if they don't do them, that they wont be cool and accepted," Kendra said.
"Um, I did pressure to have sex. Cause, guys often pressure girls into having sex because they're horny, sick little bastards," Buffy said and added in a small smile at the end.
"That was, well said Buffy," Mrs. Walker said, looking up. "William, what about you?"
"Something bout alcohol. 'S good drink, should all try it sometime."
Buffy looked at him as the class laughed a little at his comments. The teacher however didn't find it funny and immediately tried to shush them. Mitchell swallowed and started to talk again, "We practiced two plays out in the hall. What one do you guys want to do first?"
"You can, um, go ahead," Buffy said.
"C'mon pet, 's not that bad. We just go up, act like we're going to shag, then leave."
"Spike, I can't do this."
"Of course you can Buffy," Kendra said. "Try."
"Fine," Buffy said.
Kendra and Mitchell walked over to the side a bit, to let Buffy and Spike have the front of the classroom. The two stood uncomfortably, Buffy shifting from one foot to the other. Spike looked from Buffy to the class, then back at her and made his move.
It took Buffy by shock when Spike grabbed her around the waist, turning her to face him and then devouring her lips. She kissed back though, trying to fight temptation, but it was no use. She could feel herself giving in to him, the passion taking over. Her brain was telling her to stop this, that people were staring, but her body said, fuck it.
"Guys? Guys I think that's enough," Kendra said, tapping Buffy's shoulder.
Buffy pulled out of Spike's arms and straightened her shirt. She once again shifted from foot to foot, not lifting her eyes. God, she'd fucked up bad. If news got around, Willow and Xander would hate her.
"That was very, well, believable," Mrs. Walker said.
~*~
English class finally ended after many more long, boring presentations. Buffy wouldn't look at Spike the whole time, afraid of what his eyes held. Pain, anger, embarrassment . . . She could go on forever.
Walking out of the room, she ran into Willow carrying her lunch in a brown paper bag. 'Shit, I knew if forgot something,' Buffy thought.
"Hey Buffy, how was class?"
"It was the usual. Boring. How about yours and Xands? Hey, where is he?" Buffy asked, looking around.
"Good question. You know I was wondering the same thing," Willow said, staring at her feet.
"Wills, what's up?"
"Nothing, nothings up. Just wondering where my good old pal . . ."
"Give it up, no offense, but you suck at lying," Buffy said.
"I shouldn't . . ."
"Will, tell me."
"Okay, but promise you wont do anything?" Willow asked.
"I wont," Buffy said. 'Unless I have to.'
"Well, Angel and his friends, they . . . They kind of ruined my house the other night. And well Xander went to stand up for me," Willow said. "But, he's going to die isn't he?"
"No, he's not. Because I'm going to go kick each and every one of their skanky hoe asses. No one messes with my Willow (Yes I know, that's Xander's quote, but I'm using it for Buffy)."
~*~
"What did Willow ever do to you?"
Xander walked over to where Angel, Cordelia, Anya, Druscilla, Parker, Riley and Spike sat. They were laughing, no doubt about the fun they had destroying Willow's house. He couldn't let them just get an out of jail free card. He had to do something about it. He had to stand up for, not only Willow, but himself and anyone else who they ever tortured.
"What are you talking about?" Angel asked, looking up from his lunch.
"You're joking right? I'm talking about what you did to my best friend. What did she do to you Angel, any of you?" Xander asked, more anger in her voice.
"Nothing," Angel said. "She was just the first person that popped into my mind."
"You shouldn't have done it."
"Oh yeah? And why not? What are you going to do? Beat me up? Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Alexander Harris is going to beat me up," Angel laughed.
"No he's not, but I am," Buffy said, appearing from behind Xander.
"Now this is amusing. Xander was funny, but you. You're a girl. I'm not going to fight you."
"Why's that? Scared?"
"Ha, hardly," Angel said.
"Then come on, show me what you got. Unless you don't want to. I mean, you're Angel right, angels don't fight. They're all about peace and love."
"You're asking for it Buffy Summers," Angel said.
"Bring it."
*Bell*
Willow let out a loud sigh of relief and yelled, "Oh look, bell. We should be going now, wouldn't want to be late for class."
"Who cares, this is more . . ." Buffy started.
"Red's right," Spike said. "Class is important. C'mon guys, lets get out a here."
His friends hesitated for a minute before finally gathering up their stuff and leaving. Buffy glared at them all as they passed her, and when Spike shot her a smile, she just replied with the same stare she'd given his friends.
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:. Awe, thank you so much for the reviews! You guys are so nice. And please review some more!
~*~
Buffy walked into the classroom last and her stomach was in knots. The whole class was staring at them, all thirty-two faces plus the teacher's. But that's not what scared her. Buffy knew as soon as Spike's lips met hers that they would all disappear. The two would go off into their own world. And that's what scared her. What if she couldn't snap back into reality? What if they stayed in their world too long?
"Okay, this group has volunteered to go first," Mrs. Walker said, sitting down at her desk. "Now, I expect you to all listen very carefully and give them your full attention."
Mitchell walked forward, holding a piece of paper and began to speak, "Hello, my name is Mitchell and this is Buffy, Kendra and Spike. Our task was to give four examples of things teens deal with in their daily lives, explain them and make up a skit to two of them. I picked eating disorders. The media gives young girls, and guys, images that they should look like. Some girls aren't happy with being them, and feel that they need to portray that exact image to be accepted and liked, not understanding the dangers that come with their choice."
"I chose drugs, because every day, teens are pressured into doing drugs by their peers. They get the impression that if they don't do them, that they wont be cool and accepted," Kendra said.
"Um, I did pressure to have sex. Cause, guys often pressure girls into having sex because they're horny, sick little bastards," Buffy said and added in a small smile at the end.
"That was, well said Buffy," Mrs. Walker said, looking up. "William, what about you?"
"Something bout alcohol. 'S good drink, should all try it sometime."
Buffy looked at him as the class laughed a little at his comments. The teacher however didn't find it funny and immediately tried to shush them. Mitchell swallowed and started to talk again, "We practiced two plays out in the hall. What one do you guys want to do first?"
"You can, um, go ahead," Buffy said.
"C'mon pet, 's not that bad. We just go up, act like we're going to shag, then leave."
"Spike, I can't do this."
"Of course you can Buffy," Kendra said. "Try."
"Fine," Buffy said.
Kendra and Mitchell walked over to the side a bit, to let Buffy and Spike have the front of the classroom. The two stood uncomfortably, Buffy shifting from one foot to the other. Spike looked from Buffy to the class, then back at her and made his move.
It took Buffy by shock when Spike grabbed her around the waist, turning her to face him and then devouring her lips. She kissed back though, trying to fight temptation, but it was no use. She could feel herself giving in to him, the passion taking over. Her brain was telling her to stop this, that people were staring, but her body said, fuck it.
"Guys? Guys I think that's enough," Kendra said, tapping Buffy's shoulder.
Buffy pulled out of Spike's arms and straightened her shirt. She once again shifted from foot to foot, not lifting her eyes. God, she'd fucked up bad. If news got around, Willow and Xander would hate her.
"That was very, well, believable," Mrs. Walker said.
~*~
English class finally ended after many more long, boring presentations. Buffy wouldn't look at Spike the whole time, afraid of what his eyes held. Pain, anger, embarrassment . . . She could go on forever.
Walking out of the room, she ran into Willow carrying her lunch in a brown paper bag. 'Shit, I knew if forgot something,' Buffy thought.
"Hey Buffy, how was class?"
"It was the usual. Boring. How about yours and Xands? Hey, where is he?" Buffy asked, looking around.
"Good question. You know I was wondering the same thing," Willow said, staring at her feet.
"Wills, what's up?"
"Nothing, nothings up. Just wondering where my good old pal . . ."
"Give it up, no offense, but you suck at lying," Buffy said.
"I shouldn't . . ."
"Will, tell me."
"Okay, but promise you wont do anything?" Willow asked.
"I wont," Buffy said. 'Unless I have to.'
"Well, Angel and his friends, they . . . They kind of ruined my house the other night. And well Xander went to stand up for me," Willow said. "But, he's going to die isn't he?"
"No, he's not. Because I'm going to go kick each and every one of their skanky hoe asses. No one messes with my Willow (Yes I know, that's Xander's quote, but I'm using it for Buffy)."
~*~
"What did Willow ever do to you?"
Xander walked over to where Angel, Cordelia, Anya, Druscilla, Parker, Riley and Spike sat. They were laughing, no doubt about the fun they had destroying Willow's house. He couldn't let them just get an out of jail free card. He had to do something about it. He had to stand up for, not only Willow, but himself and anyone else who they ever tortured.
"What are you talking about?" Angel asked, looking up from his lunch.
"You're joking right? I'm talking about what you did to my best friend. What did she do to you Angel, any of you?" Xander asked, more anger in her voice.
"Nothing," Angel said. "She was just the first person that popped into my mind."
"You shouldn't have done it."
"Oh yeah? And why not? What are you going to do? Beat me up? Oh, I'm shaking in my boots, Alexander Harris is going to beat me up," Angel laughed.
"No he's not, but I am," Buffy said, appearing from behind Xander.
"Now this is amusing. Xander was funny, but you. You're a girl. I'm not going to fight you."
"Why's that? Scared?"
"Ha, hardly," Angel said.
"Then come on, show me what you got. Unless you don't want to. I mean, you're Angel right, angels don't fight. They're all about peace and love."
"You're asking for it Buffy Summers," Angel said.
"Bring it."
*Bell*
Willow let out a loud sigh of relief and yelled, "Oh look, bell. We should be going now, wouldn't want to be late for class."
"Who cares, this is more . . ." Buffy started.
"Red's right," Spike said. "Class is important. C'mon guys, lets get out a here."
His friends hesitated for a minute before finally gathering up their stuff and leaving. Buffy glared at them all as they passed her, and when Spike shot her a smile, she just replied with the same stare she'd given his friends.