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.
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*Ring Ring. Ring Ring*
Joyce picked up the phone that was just in her reach, "Hello."
'Ello Ms. Summers, may I talk to Buffy?'
"William?"
'Yeah.'
"Okay, hold on just one sec," Joyce said, placing the bottom part of the phone on her chest. "Buffy! Phone!"
"Who is it?" Buffy asked, yelling back.
"Just take it and find out!"
Buffy sighed and threw the open magazine on the floor before crawling over her bed to get the phone, "Yeah?"
'Buffy, can we talk?'
"Sure, go ahead Spike. Talk about how you knew what they were going to do to my friend's house and didn't tell me."
''S not that simple luv.'
"Oh, yeah. I forgot how hard it was to open your mouth and let words come out. It's a struggle as I'm doing it right now."
'Buffy please . . .'
"Look, I thought that I saw something in you. Something good, different. But, I guess I was wrong. You were in on that just as much as those losers were and if I hadn't have been entertaining you; I'm guessing you would've done it with them."
'It wasn't like that.'
"Then how was it like? You're telling me you didn't know about this?"
'I . . . I didn't. I swear to you.'
"Why should I believe you?"
'Because, you know I wouldn't do something like that. Said yourself I was good, different.'
"And I also added how I thought wrong."
*Knock*
Buffy's bedroom door opened and Joyce crept in. Buffy stared at her mother for a minute before placing the phone on her bed.
"Buffy, I need you to help me with something downstairs, some boxes for the gallery. Could you?"
"Yeah mom, just a second," Buffy said, picking up the phone again. "Listen Spike I have to go."
'Buffy don't hang up on me.'
"My mom needs my help."
'Are we still on for Friday night?'
"I don't know. I think I have plans."
'But you were free . . .'
"Spike, my mom needs me, bye."
He went to say something else, but Buffy was gone.
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.
~*~
*Ring Ring. Ring Ring*
Joyce picked up the phone that was just in her reach, "Hello."
'Ello Ms. Summers, may I talk to Buffy?'
"William?"
'Yeah.'
"Okay, hold on just one sec," Joyce said, placing the bottom part of the phone on her chest. "Buffy! Phone!"
"Who is it?" Buffy asked, yelling back.
"Just take it and find out!"
Buffy sighed and threw the open magazine on the floor before crawling over her bed to get the phone, "Yeah?"
'Buffy, can we talk?'
"Sure, go ahead Spike. Talk about how you knew what they were going to do to my friend's house and didn't tell me."
''S not that simple luv.'
"Oh, yeah. I forgot how hard it was to open your mouth and let words come out. It's a struggle as I'm doing it right now."
'Buffy please . . .'
"Look, I thought that I saw something in you. Something good, different. But, I guess I was wrong. You were in on that just as much as those losers were and if I hadn't have been entertaining you; I'm guessing you would've done it with them."
'It wasn't like that.'
"Then how was it like? You're telling me you didn't know about this?"
'I . . . I didn't. I swear to you.'
"Why should I believe you?"
'Because, you know I wouldn't do something like that. Said yourself I was good, different.'
"And I also added how I thought wrong."
*Knock*
Buffy's bedroom door opened and Joyce crept in. Buffy stared at her mother for a minute before placing the phone on her bed.
"Buffy, I need you to help me with something downstairs, some boxes for the gallery. Could you?"
"Yeah mom, just a second," Buffy said, picking up the phone again. "Listen Spike I have to go."
'Buffy don't hang up on me.'
"My mom needs my help."
'Are we still on for Friday night?'
"I don't know. I think I have plans."
'But you were free . . .'
"Spike, my mom needs me, bye."
He went to say something else, but Buffy was gone.