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?
~*~
Buffy walked down the hall of Sunnydale High. She hadn't seen Willow or Xander yet this morning, but had a class with both of them after lunch, surprisingly enough, she dreaded it. Today she had hoped to be left alone, from everyone. She didn't want to talk at all; she just wanted to stay silent, like a mime would.
"Buffy!" Willow yelled, running towards her. "Buffy, hi."
"Hey," Buffy said quietly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just feel kind of sick. I think I'm going to skip out."
"What? No, you can't skip. Skipping is bad Buffy, you don't want to fall into bad things again."
"I won't Will, but thanks for the concern. Just . . . I need to get out of here, all right? I don't expect you to understand," Buffy said, turning.
"Well if you would tell me what's bugging you then I would."
"I doubt it. I'll see you around," she said and walked off.
"What was that bout?" Xander asked.
"Nothing, just Buffy being all bottled up."
"Ah, yes, I've experienced the bottled up Buffster. Don't worry about, she'll be fine."
"I hope so," Willow said and the two walked off.
~*~
The Bronze was empty as Buffy pushed open the doors. No one seemed to ever go there during the daytime, so Buffy thought it was a good place to be alone. She never thought a guy would affect her like this, especially one who she wasn't official with. But, Spike was different. That night, at her house, had been one of the best in her life. She couldn't remember ever feeling so happy.
FLASHBACK
"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.
FLASHBACK
A smile appeared on Buffy's face at the memory.
"Nice, ha, I see now William Hampton, you are a bad, rude . . . Boy," Buffy muttered to herself as she sunk into the comfy chair.
~*~
Willow sat down in her present class, History. She was worried about Buffy, the two had grown close. If Buffy went back to the old ways she'd told her about, then, would they stay friends? Or would all of this have been some kind of dream?
"Willow . . ."
She looked up from her open textbook, to see Angel, Spike and Cordelia standing before her. Feeling a ball of fear forming in her throat, she quickly swallowed it and decided it was time to stand up for herself. Buffy was right, she shouldn't let them push her around the way they do. Maybe they had some kind of power of the school, but Willow was her own person.
"Fuck off," Willow covered her mouth with her hand, shocked that she'd said those very words to three of the toughest teenagers around.
"Excuse you?" Cordelia said.
"I said fuck off. Yeah, that's what I said. Shocked that me, little nerdy Willow is finally standing up for herself? Well get used to it because it's going to be happening more often."
"That's so cute," Angel said, "she's trying to scare us. Wait, isn't that Buffy's job?"
"Maybe it used to be Buffy's job to stand up for me, but not any more."
"Right, she'll probably be running to your rescue any minute," Riley laughed, joining them.
"How can she? She isn't even here," Willow said. "You guys may think you're bad. But compared to Buffy, you're little wimps. Why you even think you can take her, I don't know. She's stronger not only in body, but mind and soul."
"Why don't you deliver this message to her, from all of us? If she thinks she's stronger then us, maybe she should prove it. Is Saturday night, ten o clock on the dot at Sunrise Point okay? Then everyone will see that we are stronger, better, then that blonde piece of trash," Cordelia said.
"Cordy, what are you doing?" Spike asked.
"What? Are you not in?" She asked, glaring at him.
"Of course I'm in. I want a piece of her too," he said, taking his seat.
"Then it's settled."
Willow watched as Cordelia and Angel joined Spike by taking their seats. Something inside her told her that this was bad, very, very bad.
Spike looked at Cordelia, what was he going to do? He couldn't beat up Buffy. He loves her. 'Bloody hell, what are you thinking? You don't love her. Even if that was true, she doesn't love you. Get over her man, move on,' Spike thought. 'Fuck! Why can't you get her off your mind? Warn her. Yeah, I'll warn her, then maybe she wont show and she wont hate you. Perfect . . . Willow said something . . . Buffy; she's not here, then where?' Asking Willow was a risk he couldn't take. Standing up, he walked right out of the classroom just as the late bell rang. He had to find her, even if it took him all day and night.
~*~
"Can I get you something?" The bartender asked as Buffy took a seat on one of the stools.
"If I said I was old enough to get a beer, could I?"
"Fraid not, you need I.D. Sorry," he shrugged.
"Two beers," said a man from behind her.
Buffy spun around to see Spike standing there, money and fake I.D in hand. He handed the bartender both and with a nod, he set two beers on the counter, "there you go, can I take a wild guess and say one is for the lady?"
"Can I take a wild guess and say it's none of your business?" Spike said, grabbing both beers in one hand and Buffy's arm in the other.
"What do you want? How did you find me? Why were you looking?" Buffy asked, taking the open bottle he handed her.
"I was looking for you pet, because I have some news."
"That you're going to leave me alone? Cause then maybe I wont call the police for stalking," Buffy said.
"Just sit with me, listen to what I have to say before you go calling anyone. Please."
Buffy sighed and the two sat down on a nearby bench. She took a drink of her beer, before turning to look up at Spike. His blue eyes sparkled in the sun and she felt like he was reading her soul. Turning her head back to the ground, she felt his hand on her chin, making her look at him.
"They're after you Buffy, they don't like it when people mess with their reputation. You're the first to ever stand up to them; they've never had to deal with that before. I don't know what they'll do to you. I don't want to lose you," Spike said, his eyes full of worry.
"Thanks for the warning. But I can handle myself."
"Just say it. Just tell them they're better."
"And what? Let them win? No, that's not how I work. No one tells me who I am and who I can be. I've done and been through things that they could never even think of. So, just go tell your little gang, that they'll get a fight."
"Please Buffy, you don't know what you're up against."
"A bunch of pathetic wannabe bad boys? I think I got it. Look, Spike, its real nice that you're concerned boy but I do know how to fight. I've got in my share before, believe me they are nothing. Years of Tae Kwan Do and street fighting, I think I can take one or two posers."
"I guess there's no changing your mind, is there pet?" Spike asked.
"No, my mind is staying this way. I fight, till the death if I have to, I don't surrender, ever."
Buffy took another long drink from the bottle and stood up. Throwing the empty bottle at the ground by Spike's feet, smashing it to pieces, she began to walk away.
"Is that what you always do?" Spike yelled after her.
"What are you talking about?"
"You walk away from your problems. You don't want to talk to me anymore, so it's automatically done because Buffy walks away."
"That's not . . ." Buffy said, walking forward.
"Not even close? Or not true? Maybe it isn't Buffy; maybe you don't walk away from your problems. Maybe you just walk away from me, because you don't want to face it. You don't want to face the fact that you feel it too."
Buffy was silent, she stood there, eyes glued to the ground while she shifted from foot to foot, "I feel it Spike, and it scares me. Because I know that feeling these things, can only bring badness. And I really don't need anymore of that. So what if I walk away? That's just my way of dealing. You obviously use cigarettes to deal, at least my way wont kill me."
"Wouldn't be so sure of that pet."
"You know, whatever. I don't care anymore. All I know right now is that I'm not going to surrender, to anything. I'm a fighter, and I'll do just that, fight."
"I have news for you too luv. I'm a fighter. And I will fight, just not on your side."
"That's right. I forgot. You're one of them," Buffy said and walked off.
Spike didn't call or run after her, he had nothing to say. Saturday night was coming quick, and he had a lot to think about. Could he do it? Could he fight against the one he loved in a battle that meant life or death?
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?
~*~
Buffy walked down the hall of Sunnydale High. She hadn't seen Willow or Xander yet this morning, but had a class with both of them after lunch, surprisingly enough, she dreaded it. Today she had hoped to be left alone, from everyone. She didn't want to talk at all; she just wanted to stay silent, like a mime would.
"Buffy!" Willow yelled, running towards her. "Buffy, hi."
"Hey," Buffy said quietly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just feel kind of sick. I think I'm going to skip out."
"What? No, you can't skip. Skipping is bad Buffy, you don't want to fall into bad things again."
"I won't Will, but thanks for the concern. Just . . . I need to get out of here, all right? I don't expect you to understand," Buffy said, turning.
"Well if you would tell me what's bugging you then I would."
"I doubt it. I'll see you around," she said and walked off.
"What was that bout?" Xander asked.
"Nothing, just Buffy being all bottled up."
"Ah, yes, I've experienced the bottled up Buffster. Don't worry about, she'll be fine."
"I hope so," Willow said and the two walked off.
~*~
The Bronze was empty as Buffy pushed open the doors. No one seemed to ever go there during the daytime, so Buffy thought it was a good place to be alone. She never thought a guy would affect her like this, especially one who she wasn't official with. But, Spike was different. That night, at her house, had been one of the best in her life. She couldn't remember ever feeling so happy.
FLASHBACK
"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.
FLASHBACK
A smile appeared on Buffy's face at the memory.
"Nice, ha, I see now William Hampton, you are a bad, rude . . . Boy," Buffy muttered to herself as she sunk into the comfy chair.
~*~
Willow sat down in her present class, History. She was worried about Buffy, the two had grown close. If Buffy went back to the old ways she'd told her about, then, would they stay friends? Or would all of this have been some kind of dream?
"Willow . . ."
She looked up from her open textbook, to see Angel, Spike and Cordelia standing before her. Feeling a ball of fear forming in her throat, she quickly swallowed it and decided it was time to stand up for herself. Buffy was right, she shouldn't let them push her around the way they do. Maybe they had some kind of power of the school, but Willow was her own person.
"Fuck off," Willow covered her mouth with her hand, shocked that she'd said those very words to three of the toughest teenagers around.
"Excuse you?" Cordelia said.
"I said fuck off. Yeah, that's what I said. Shocked that me, little nerdy Willow is finally standing up for herself? Well get used to it because it's going to be happening more often."
"That's so cute," Angel said, "she's trying to scare us. Wait, isn't that Buffy's job?"
"Maybe it used to be Buffy's job to stand up for me, but not any more."
"Right, she'll probably be running to your rescue any minute," Riley laughed, joining them.
"How can she? She isn't even here," Willow said. "You guys may think you're bad. But compared to Buffy, you're little wimps. Why you even think you can take her, I don't know. She's stronger not only in body, but mind and soul."
"Why don't you deliver this message to her, from all of us? If she thinks she's stronger then us, maybe she should prove it. Is Saturday night, ten o clock on the dot at Sunrise Point okay? Then everyone will see that we are stronger, better, then that blonde piece of trash," Cordelia said.
"Cordy, what are you doing?" Spike asked.
"What? Are you not in?" She asked, glaring at him.
"Of course I'm in. I want a piece of her too," he said, taking his seat.
"Then it's settled."
Willow watched as Cordelia and Angel joined Spike by taking their seats. Something inside her told her that this was bad, very, very bad.
Spike looked at Cordelia, what was he going to do? He couldn't beat up Buffy. He loves her. 'Bloody hell, what are you thinking? You don't love her. Even if that was true, she doesn't love you. Get over her man, move on,' Spike thought. 'Fuck! Why can't you get her off your mind? Warn her. Yeah, I'll warn her, then maybe she wont show and she wont hate you. Perfect . . . Willow said something . . . Buffy; she's not here, then where?' Asking Willow was a risk he couldn't take. Standing up, he walked right out of the classroom just as the late bell rang. He had to find her, even if it took him all day and night.
~*~
"Can I get you something?" The bartender asked as Buffy took a seat on one of the stools.
"If I said I was old enough to get a beer, could I?"
"Fraid not, you need I.D. Sorry," he shrugged.
"Two beers," said a man from behind her.
Buffy spun around to see Spike standing there, money and fake I.D in hand. He handed the bartender both and with a nod, he set two beers on the counter, "there you go, can I take a wild guess and say one is for the lady?"
"Can I take a wild guess and say it's none of your business?" Spike said, grabbing both beers in one hand and Buffy's arm in the other.
"What do you want? How did you find me? Why were you looking?" Buffy asked, taking the open bottle he handed her.
"I was looking for you pet, because I have some news."
"That you're going to leave me alone? Cause then maybe I wont call the police for stalking," Buffy said.
"Just sit with me, listen to what I have to say before you go calling anyone. Please."
Buffy sighed and the two sat down on a nearby bench. She took a drink of her beer, before turning to look up at Spike. His blue eyes sparkled in the sun and she felt like he was reading her soul. Turning her head back to the ground, she felt his hand on her chin, making her look at him.
"They're after you Buffy, they don't like it when people mess with their reputation. You're the first to ever stand up to them; they've never had to deal with that before. I don't know what they'll do to you. I don't want to lose you," Spike said, his eyes full of worry.
"Thanks for the warning. But I can handle myself."
"Just say it. Just tell them they're better."
"And what? Let them win? No, that's not how I work. No one tells me who I am and who I can be. I've done and been through things that they could never even think of. So, just go tell your little gang, that they'll get a fight."
"Please Buffy, you don't know what you're up against."
"A bunch of pathetic wannabe bad boys? I think I got it. Look, Spike, its real nice that you're concerned boy but I do know how to fight. I've got in my share before, believe me they are nothing. Years of Tae Kwan Do and street fighting, I think I can take one or two posers."
"I guess there's no changing your mind, is there pet?" Spike asked.
"No, my mind is staying this way. I fight, till the death if I have to, I don't surrender, ever."
Buffy took another long drink from the bottle and stood up. Throwing the empty bottle at the ground by Spike's feet, smashing it to pieces, she began to walk away.
"Is that what you always do?" Spike yelled after her.
"What are you talking about?"
"You walk away from your problems. You don't want to talk to me anymore, so it's automatically done because Buffy walks away."
"That's not . . ." Buffy said, walking forward.
"Not even close? Or not true? Maybe it isn't Buffy; maybe you don't walk away from your problems. Maybe you just walk away from me, because you don't want to face it. You don't want to face the fact that you feel it too."
Buffy was silent, she stood there, eyes glued to the ground while she shifted from foot to foot, "I feel it Spike, and it scares me. Because I know that feeling these things, can only bring badness. And I really don't need anymore of that. So what if I walk away? That's just my way of dealing. You obviously use cigarettes to deal, at least my way wont kill me."
"Wouldn't be so sure of that pet."
"You know, whatever. I don't care anymore. All I know right now is that I'm not going to surrender, to anything. I'm a fighter, and I'll do just that, fight."
"I have news for you too luv. I'm a fighter. And I will fight, just not on your side."
"That's right. I forgot. You're one of them," Buffy said and walked off.
Spike didn't call or run after her, he had nothing to say. Saturday night was coming quick, and he had a lot to think about. Could he do it? Could he fight against the one he loved in a battle that meant life or death?