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. (And there's a little part in there from Entropy, which I don't own. Just to say)
~*~
Buffy laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind wandered about Spike, about what Cordelia had said. She knew OF this Druscilla, but hadn't heard much. Was it true that Spike wanted her and not Buffy? Or was Cordelia just being Cordelia and trying to make her feel stupid.
What sounded like a rock tapping the window, knocked Buffy out of her daze. She waited a minute, before deciding to stand up and check it out. Looking out her window, she saw Spike standing below her, another rock in hand. He looked up, only to meet her gaze and the two were lost.
Shaking it off, Buffy ran to her bedroom door and silently crept down the stairs, careful not to wake her mother. It was past midnight, far past and as much as Buffy disliked her mother lately, she knew that she needed her rest.
Opening in the door, Buffy stepped outside to see Spike, standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her.
"What are you doing here Spike?" She asked coldly, walking forward a bit.
"Came to see you pet," he said.
"Well duh. But, why?"
"We need to talk . . ."
"No we don't. Spike, you and me, it wouldn't work, you know that as well as I do. We were just . . . Lost in the moment."
"A moment lasts a second, minute, day even, but not this long. You know that too. We can make it work, if we really want to, we can."
"I don't."
"What?" Spike asked, already knowing but still wanting to hear.
"I don't want to make it work. I don't want us to work. I used you Spike. You were just there when I needed someone. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. Not like you care too much for me either, so drop the act, because maybe you think I'm blind, but I can see."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Druscilla," Buffy said.
"Bu-Wha-How . . ."
"Does it really matter? You may think there's something, but there isn't. Spike, we're over. If there ever was an us, its no more."
Spike was silent; he didn't know what to say. Buffy could tell that she wasn't going to get a response out of him anytime soon, so she turned around, back facing him.
"The way I feel . . .about you . . .it's different. And no matter how hard you try to convince yourself it isn't, it's real."
"I think it is," she says, turning, "for you."
Spike looked hurt, but hid it until she turned once more and disappeared into the house. Walking away, he slammed his fist into the big tree in the front yard, bringing blood to his hand, but he didn't notice, he didn't care.
Buffy closed the door quietly behind her. Sliding down it, she sat on the floor, staring once again up at the ceiling. Spike was right, the feelings were real, but when Buffy was involved, it wasn't that simple.
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. (And there's a little part in there from Entropy, which I don't own. Just to say)
~*~
Buffy laid in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her mind wandered about Spike, about what Cordelia had said. She knew OF this Druscilla, but hadn't heard much. Was it true that Spike wanted her and not Buffy? Or was Cordelia just being Cordelia and trying to make her feel stupid.
What sounded like a rock tapping the window, knocked Buffy out of her daze. She waited a minute, before deciding to stand up and check it out. Looking out her window, she saw Spike standing below her, another rock in hand. He looked up, only to meet her gaze and the two were lost.
Shaking it off, Buffy ran to her bedroom door and silently crept down the stairs, careful not to wake her mother. It was past midnight, far past and as much as Buffy disliked her mother lately, she knew that she needed her rest.
Opening in the door, Buffy stepped outside to see Spike, standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her.
"What are you doing here Spike?" She asked coldly, walking forward a bit.
"Came to see you pet," he said.
"Well duh. But, why?"
"We need to talk . . ."
"No we don't. Spike, you and me, it wouldn't work, you know that as well as I do. We were just . . . Lost in the moment."
"A moment lasts a second, minute, day even, but not this long. You know that too. We can make it work, if we really want to, we can."
"I don't."
"What?" Spike asked, already knowing but still wanting to hear.
"I don't want to make it work. I don't want us to work. I used you Spike. You were just there when I needed someone. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. Not like you care too much for me either, so drop the act, because maybe you think I'm blind, but I can see."
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about Druscilla," Buffy said.
"Bu-Wha-How . . ."
"Does it really matter? You may think there's something, but there isn't. Spike, we're over. If there ever was an us, its no more."
Spike was silent; he didn't know what to say. Buffy could tell that she wasn't going to get a response out of him anytime soon, so she turned around, back facing him.
"The way I feel . . .about you . . .it's different. And no matter how hard you try to convince yourself it isn't, it's real."
"I think it is," she says, turning, "for you."
Spike looked hurt, but hid it until she turned once more and disappeared into the house. Walking away, he slammed his fist into the big tree in the front yard, bringing blood to his hand, but he didn't notice, he didn't care.
Buffy closed the door quietly behind her. Sliding down it, she sat on the floor, staring once again up at the ceiling. Spike was right, the feelings were real, but when Buffy was involved, it wasn't that simple.