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:. About Spike's reaction, yeah I do see now that he probably would've reacted more, but I was tired and so I just put up what I got out. I've decided for them to not sleep together, I now have something planned out, which is good. Thanks for the reviews people!
~*~
His hands traveled up her shirt as his lips planted kisses along her neck, "Buffy, I want you so bad. . ."
"Mmm Spike, want you. . ." Buffy moaned.
She slipped her hand up his shirt, pulling it off above his head. She stared at his chest for a minute before he snapped her out of her daze by kissing her once again. Their hands wandered freely over each other's body, taking any piece of clothing off that stood in the way of making them closer.
They walked over to the desk that sat by the window and Spike helped Buffy to get on top of it. His hands slid up her short, black leather skirt and Buffy threw her head back as his lips devoured hers.
All of a sudden, Spike just stopped. He removed his hands from her body and backed away a few steps. Buffy looked shocked, then fixed herself and jumped off the desk.
"I didn't. . ." Spike said. "It just didn't seem. . . Like it was time."
"Thanks, I think. It would've been a mistake to. . . Dinner's probably ready now, why don't we go see?"
"Right behind you luv," Spike said and watched as she headed out the door.
Resting on the desk, Spike let out a deep breath. Stopping wasn't easy, nor was it something he wanted to do, but it was what was right. Maybe now, Buffy would see that he isn't such a bad guy, that he doesn't just want the sex and her body, not that he's complaining if she wants to. . .
His head lifted when the door to the study creaked open. His father, Ethan walked inside, closing it behind him. Ethan looked over his son before walking closer and sitting down in the chair.
"Quite the picture she is," Ethan said.
"Yeah, but I don't think you should be saying that."
"Or? It is a free country son, I'm able to think or say what I want."
"Not as long as I'm around when you say it. Because if I ever hear you talking about Buffy like that, I will personally see to it that you don't ever talk again," Spike said. "So, dinner time?"
~*~
The next morning, Buffy was in her room, getting ready for school that day. As she sorted through her clothes for her uniform, her mind couldn't seem to get Spike out. All night Spike was on her mind. It was like a disease was infecting her body and Spike was the cure, she craved him.
That night, at his house, if he hadn't have stopped, she doubted she would've found the strength to. 'He might not be as bad as you thought Buffy. If he was a true creep, like Angel, he would've taken advantage of you. No, you can't just be all fogivable Buffy, if you just, forgive him, it'll look like you're desperate for him. Okay, so maybe you are, but still, you can't do that to your friends. . .'
"Buffy, are you almost ready up there? I have to leave early to the Gallery, if you want a drive, you better hurry up!" Joyce yelled.
"Coming!"
~*~
"You don't call. Don't write," Xander said, approaching Buffy sitting by a tree.
"Hey Xand, sorry about that. I was busy all weekend, I just never got the chance."
"Care for some company?" He asked, sitting. "Something wrong? You seem to be. . . Well, not of the living."
"I'm just tired, like I said, busy busy," Buffy said.
"Right."
"So, how was your weekend? Did you and Willow do anything special?"
"Nope, just the usual hanging out in the basement watching movies that have gotten too old to be cared about anymore."
"Sounds like fun, at least you two didn't have to deal with a creepy old guy hitting on you."
"C'mon, that sounds like a good time. Who doesn't love a good ol' guy complimenting you on your beautiful body?"
"Me," Buffy said, raising her hand.
"Do you want me to leave? Cause I'm kind of getting that vibe. . ."
"No, I mean unless you want to leave, you can. But, if you don't, I'm happy that you're here, really, see, happy face."
"Okay, now I'm certain something is wrong. C'mon, tell Xander, you know you wanna," Xander said.
"Its just. . . Well, my mom. She kind of has a boyfriend, and well, its gross. I mean, she's old."
"Ah, jealous of your mother because she has a certain someone special in her life?"
"I'm not jealous of her," Buffy said. "What? I'm not. I could have a boyfriend, right?"
"Sure, if you stopped with the threatening and rude comments, I'm sure guys' would be lining up."
"Ugh, I'm hopeless."
*Bell*
"What do you have?"
"Math, say, where's my math partner?" Xander asked, standing, then stretching out his hand for Buffy.
Buffy grasped it and he pulled her to her feet, "Not sure, sorry."
"What about you? What interesting class might the Buffster have?"
"English. As far as interesting, I give it a four."
"Ouch."
~*~
Buffy wallked into her English class, a smile still fresh on her face from her talk with Xander. He always made her happy when she was sad, he was a great friend. That only reminded her of how decieving she was, to go behind her friends' backs about Spike.
Drifting around the classroom, she found an empty desk near the back and decided to take it before she was stuck with one in the front. She sat down just as the bell rang and casually began to play with the ends of her blonde hair as students poured in late.
"Alicia Coleman. . ." Mrs. Walker said, going off listing all the names.
Buffy had zoned out, she searched the classroom for the familiar blonde, hoping to meet his blue eyes, but he was not anywhere in sight. 'Oh no, what if he's hurt? No, he's probably just skipping. Yeah, Spike skips all the time. . . Right?'
". . . Buffy, Buffy?" Mrs. Walker's voice knocked her out of her world. "Are you with us?"
"Huh? Uh, sorry, yeah, present," Buffy said, biting at her nails.
"Now that Buffy has decided to join us in the land of the living, is William the only one not here?"
"Can I go to the bathroom, please?" Buffy asked, raising her hand.
"Yes, you may."
~*~
*Flush*
Buffy walked out of the bathroom stall, closing the door behind her. She washed her hands in the sink, before stopping to take a look at herself.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Summers," Cordelia said, appearing in the room, Anya behind her.
"Hi to you too," Buffy said.
"Wondering where Spike is, aren't you?"
"No. . . I don't usually wake up and wonder that," Buffy said.
"You can fool your friends Buffy, but that just means they're blind. You like him, admit it. Too bad for you, someone else likes him as well, in fact, I believe she's with him right now. . . Funny, how he ditches school to be with her, but for you, he only puts down. Quite the relationship you two got going, don't you think? A rude comment here, another there, how fun. I'm guessing, that you didn't give it to him, am I right?"
"First time for everything."
She laughed, "You don't know Spike very well, do you?"
"No, its never really ended up on my agenda, getting to know him."
"Let me tell you something about him then. Spike is a cheater, a lier, a creep. He's probably just using you for some bet that he wants so badly to win. He doesn't like losing. Just remember, its always the innocent one. "
Buffy glared at her as the two brunettes shared smirks. Her words seemed believable, enough to make Buffy actually listen, and not just block Cordelia's normal rambling out. But, it can't be true, could it?
Cordelia obviously didn't want to stick around to wait for Buffy to reply with something, maybe a hit, so she turned around, Anya by her side and walked past Buffy, making sure to brush her shoulder.
"See you around. . ." Anya chimed as the two disappeared.
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:. About Spike's reaction, yeah I do see now that he probably would've reacted more, but I was tired and so I just put up what I got out. I've decided for them to not sleep together, I now have something planned out, which is good. Thanks for the reviews people!
~*~
His hands traveled up her shirt as his lips planted kisses along her neck, "Buffy, I want you so bad. . ."
"Mmm Spike, want you. . ." Buffy moaned.
She slipped her hand up his shirt, pulling it off above his head. She stared at his chest for a minute before he snapped her out of her daze by kissing her once again. Their hands wandered freely over each other's body, taking any piece of clothing off that stood in the way of making them closer.
They walked over to the desk that sat by the window and Spike helped Buffy to get on top of it. His hands slid up her short, black leather skirt and Buffy threw her head back as his lips devoured hers.
All of a sudden, Spike just stopped. He removed his hands from her body and backed away a few steps. Buffy looked shocked, then fixed herself and jumped off the desk.
"I didn't. . ." Spike said. "It just didn't seem. . . Like it was time."
"Thanks, I think. It would've been a mistake to. . . Dinner's probably ready now, why don't we go see?"
"Right behind you luv," Spike said and watched as she headed out the door.
Resting on the desk, Spike let out a deep breath. Stopping wasn't easy, nor was it something he wanted to do, but it was what was right. Maybe now, Buffy would see that he isn't such a bad guy, that he doesn't just want the sex and her body, not that he's complaining if she wants to. . .
His head lifted when the door to the study creaked open. His father, Ethan walked inside, closing it behind him. Ethan looked over his son before walking closer and sitting down in the chair.
"Quite the picture she is," Ethan said.
"Yeah, but I don't think you should be saying that."
"Or? It is a free country son, I'm able to think or say what I want."
"Not as long as I'm around when you say it. Because if I ever hear you talking about Buffy like that, I will personally see to it that you don't ever talk again," Spike said. "So, dinner time?"
~*~
The next morning, Buffy was in her room, getting ready for school that day. As she sorted through her clothes for her uniform, her mind couldn't seem to get Spike out. All night Spike was on her mind. It was like a disease was infecting her body and Spike was the cure, she craved him.
That night, at his house, if he hadn't have stopped, she doubted she would've found the strength to. 'He might not be as bad as you thought Buffy. If he was a true creep, like Angel, he would've taken advantage of you. No, you can't just be all fogivable Buffy, if you just, forgive him, it'll look like you're desperate for him. Okay, so maybe you are, but still, you can't do that to your friends. . .'
"Buffy, are you almost ready up there? I have to leave early to the Gallery, if you want a drive, you better hurry up!" Joyce yelled.
"Coming!"
~*~
"You don't call. Don't write," Xander said, approaching Buffy sitting by a tree.
"Hey Xand, sorry about that. I was busy all weekend, I just never got the chance."
"Care for some company?" He asked, sitting. "Something wrong? You seem to be. . . Well, not of the living."
"I'm just tired, like I said, busy busy," Buffy said.
"Right."
"So, how was your weekend? Did you and Willow do anything special?"
"Nope, just the usual hanging out in the basement watching movies that have gotten too old to be cared about anymore."
"Sounds like fun, at least you two didn't have to deal with a creepy old guy hitting on you."
"C'mon, that sounds like a good time. Who doesn't love a good ol' guy complimenting you on your beautiful body?"
"Me," Buffy said, raising her hand.
"Do you want me to leave? Cause I'm kind of getting that vibe. . ."
"No, I mean unless you want to leave, you can. But, if you don't, I'm happy that you're here, really, see, happy face."
"Okay, now I'm certain something is wrong. C'mon, tell Xander, you know you wanna," Xander said.
"Its just. . . Well, my mom. She kind of has a boyfriend, and well, its gross. I mean, she's old."
"Ah, jealous of your mother because she has a certain someone special in her life?"
"I'm not jealous of her," Buffy said. "What? I'm not. I could have a boyfriend, right?"
"Sure, if you stopped with the threatening and rude comments, I'm sure guys' would be lining up."
"Ugh, I'm hopeless."
*Bell*
"What do you have?"
"Math, say, where's my math partner?" Xander asked, standing, then stretching out his hand for Buffy.
Buffy grasped it and he pulled her to her feet, "Not sure, sorry."
"What about you? What interesting class might the Buffster have?"
"English. As far as interesting, I give it a four."
"Ouch."
~*~
Buffy wallked into her English class, a smile still fresh on her face from her talk with Xander. He always made her happy when she was sad, he was a great friend. That only reminded her of how decieving she was, to go behind her friends' backs about Spike.
Drifting around the classroom, she found an empty desk near the back and decided to take it before she was stuck with one in the front. She sat down just as the bell rang and casually began to play with the ends of her blonde hair as students poured in late.
"Alicia Coleman. . ." Mrs. Walker said, going off listing all the names.
Buffy had zoned out, she searched the classroom for the familiar blonde, hoping to meet his blue eyes, but he was not anywhere in sight. 'Oh no, what if he's hurt? No, he's probably just skipping. Yeah, Spike skips all the time. . . Right?'
". . . Buffy, Buffy?" Mrs. Walker's voice knocked her out of her world. "Are you with us?"
"Huh? Uh, sorry, yeah, present," Buffy said, biting at her nails.
"Now that Buffy has decided to join us in the land of the living, is William the only one not here?"
"Can I go to the bathroom, please?" Buffy asked, raising her hand.
"Yes, you may."
~*~
*Flush*
Buffy walked out of the bathroom stall, closing the door behind her. She washed her hands in the sink, before stopping to take a look at herself.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Summers," Cordelia said, appearing in the room, Anya behind her.
"Hi to you too," Buffy said.
"Wondering where Spike is, aren't you?"
"No. . . I don't usually wake up and wonder that," Buffy said.
"You can fool your friends Buffy, but that just means they're blind. You like him, admit it. Too bad for you, someone else likes him as well, in fact, I believe she's with him right now. . . Funny, how he ditches school to be with her, but for you, he only puts down. Quite the relationship you two got going, don't you think? A rude comment here, another there, how fun. I'm guessing, that you didn't give it to him, am I right?"
"First time for everything."
She laughed, "You don't know Spike very well, do you?"
"No, its never really ended up on my agenda, getting to know him."
"Let me tell you something about him then. Spike is a cheater, a lier, a creep. He's probably just using you for some bet that he wants so badly to win. He doesn't like losing. Just remember, its always the innocent one. "
Buffy glared at her as the two brunettes shared smirks. Her words seemed believable, enough to make Buffy actually listen, and not just block Cordelia's normal rambling out. But, it can't be true, could it?
Cordelia obviously didn't want to stick around to wait for Buffy to reply with something, maybe a hit, so she turned around, Anya by her side and walked past Buffy, making sure to brush her shoulder.
"See you around. . ." Anya chimed as the two disappeared.