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:. Hey people, thanks for the reviews. It makes me write faster and I've been posting pretty quickly don't you think? Plus, school is starting again so I might not have much time anymore. You're lucky you're getting this, cause its close to ten and I have to study for a freaking science test tomorrow. I just want to say to Nakay . . . About the changing of the school, could you tell me where, cause I don't remember. And I had planned on writing a bit more about the whole hospital incident in these next few chapters but someone who shall remain nameless *cough* Miriam *cough* wants to get right to the fight. Unfortunately, this chapter is not the fight. Sorry, but it will be soon. Next chapter, I promise!!!!
~*~
Fighting Spike was not going to be easy, Buffy knew that much. Something inside of her hoped that maybe he'd be too hurt about his dad to show up, but she knew he wouldn't let that stop him. He was a fighter and Buffy had to accept the fact that he might be helping her lose tonight. That couldn't happen though, if it came down to it, just her and Spike, she'd fight for her, not to save Spike's ass . . . Right? She wanted to think that, but something in her gut told her that she wouldn't let him get hurt, that she'd rather be hurt then him, and that scared her. No one had ever made her even think something close to that, what was different about Spike?
*Ring Ring*
Buffy groaned as she sat up in bed, reaching over to grab the ringing phone that had woken her, "What?"
'Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,' Willow's voice came through the phone.
"Willow, ugh, sorry. Long night."
'What's up? Is it the fight tonight, Buffy you don't have to do this.'
"Yeah, I do. Like I told Spike before, I don't surrender. I'm going to win this fight tonight, I can feel it Will."
'I hope you're right Buffy, because I don't want you to get hurt. Spike and . . .'
"I don't know if Spike will even be there."
'How would you . . . What?'
"There was an accident. My mom was hurt, pretty bad, but his dad . . . His dad is going to die. He just ran out of the hospital, I don't know where he went or . . ."
'Oh my god, is you're mom okay?'
"The doctors say she'll be fine. But its not like that lowers the worry level or anything. Spike was really upset when they told him. I don't know how he's been taking it."
'Why were you with Spike?'
"His dad and my mom are, well, friends I guess you could say. He called me, and we went together. Do you hate me?"
'Hate you? My god no Buffy, why would I hate you? Because you got a drive from Spike?'
"Well . . . Its not like you guys are all . . . Friendly."
'Neither are you two . . . Buffy, I have to go, my mom's calling. I'll call you tonight, okay?'
"Yeah, bye."
Buffy hung up the phone and laid her head back down in the pillow. Finding Mr. Gordo somewhere beside her bed on the floor, Buffy held him close to her chest. 'More then just a simple drive,' Buffy thought. 'And on more then just one occasion.'
~*~
Spike woke up to the sound of people yelling. Sitting up, he realized he wasn't in his bed, or his house for that matter. Thinking back to the night before, he brought a hand up and slapped his forehead, "Bloody hell Spike, way to get yourself in deeper."
He threw the silky red sheets off of his body and stood up, searching the room for his clothes. Spotting his pants over in the corner, hanging off a chair, he quickly went over and put them on before anyone walked in looking for, well, not him.
"Spikey, you're up," he heard that all too familiar voice purr behind him. "You're leaving? Don't you want to play some more?"
"Dru, I have to go pet," Spike said, pushing her off.
"Why? It's not like your parents care where you are," Dru said, once again trying to get him to kiss her.
"Last night, I was drunk and hurtin', you took advantage of that."
"So, you don't love me?" Dru pouted.
"Who? No, I don't," Spike said, walking away from her and over to the floor where he had saw his shirt.
"But you told me! You lied!"
"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!"
"You love her. I can smell her on you," Dru said, making the action with her nose as she spoke, "I can smell her innocence."
"You're bloody nuts you know that?" Spike said, opening her bedroom door and walking out of the apartment.
~*~
{Gulping down the last drop left in the bottle, Spike leaned down to kiss her darkened lips, "Mmm, you smell amazing luv."
"Does Spike want a taste?"
"Yeah, Spike wants a taste alright," Spike said, lifting her up and threw her on the bed.
The girl giggled with delight as Spike's hands roamed her body. His lips traveled downward from hers, ending just above where her shirt started. Lifting her hands, she touched his golden locks, messing them up; she liked him better that way.
"Dru, mmm, I love you," Spike slurred.
Again, the girl giggled, this time at his words. She knew that he spoke was nonsense; she could smell her on him. The good. She thought it was funny how he thought he hid it so well; the truth is it was more then obvious. The way at lunchtime, his eyes always ended up on the blonde beauty that paid no attention to him. Or the way he always ended verbal fights before they brought harm to her.
Spike was supposed to love her though, not Buffy. That's the way it had always been. Spike loved her, but she didn't give him the time of day, instead she played with his mind, always rubbing up against Angel, because she knew how much that annoyed him. But now, when she did so, he didn't even flinch at the sight.
She knew tonight wouldn't change things, Spike was well past wasted. But, at least she had him again, just for a little while, she had her Spike back.}
~*~
Buffy walked out the door of her house, determined to get her mind off things, even if just for a few minutes. Anywhere was her destination, and seeing as how this was a small town with not too many places to go, she knew she wouldn't get lost. So, she just starting walking, not knowing or caring where she ended up.
The sidewalk on her street led her to another, where she turned left, in the direction of Willow's house, not really planning on stopping by. As she walked past, she saw that her mother's car wasn't there, so she pondered the earlier thought. She could drop by just to see if maybe Willow wanted to go to a movie before her death match tonight, or she could just forget about it, Willow probably wasn't home anyways.
She stood there, staring up at the house before her, when she felt someone run into her from behind, causing her to go flying a few steps forward. Turning around, ready to yell something out at whoever thought it was funny to knock her off, she stopped in mid sentence, "Who the hell do-"
"Sorry luv, I didn't see you there," Spike said, eyes fixated on the ground.
"I'm fine. Are you okay? With your dad and everything, I mean you just . . ."
"Yeah, thanks. Not like I like the bloke too much," Spike laughed, unconvincingly.
"Spike, you don't have to pretend with me," Buffy said. 'What am I saying? You don't try and help out Spike, god, but he looks so lost.'
"I'll let you be on your way then," Spike said, walking past her.
"Are you going tonight?" Buffy half yelled after him.
"Course pet, wouldn't miss it for the world."
"What I was afraid of," Buffy said quietly to herself as she began to walk in the opposite direction.
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:. Hey people, thanks for the reviews. It makes me write faster and I've been posting pretty quickly don't you think? Plus, school is starting again so I might not have much time anymore. You're lucky you're getting this, cause its close to ten and I have to study for a freaking science test tomorrow. I just want to say to Nakay . . . About the changing of the school, could you tell me where, cause I don't remember. And I had planned on writing a bit more about the whole hospital incident in these next few chapters but someone who shall remain nameless *cough* Miriam *cough* wants to get right to the fight. Unfortunately, this chapter is not the fight. Sorry, but it will be soon. Next chapter, I promise!!!!
~*~
Fighting Spike was not going to be easy, Buffy knew that much. Something inside of her hoped that maybe he'd be too hurt about his dad to show up, but she knew he wouldn't let that stop him. He was a fighter and Buffy had to accept the fact that he might be helping her lose tonight. That couldn't happen though, if it came down to it, just her and Spike, she'd fight for her, not to save Spike's ass . . . Right? She wanted to think that, but something in her gut told her that she wouldn't let him get hurt, that she'd rather be hurt then him, and that scared her. No one had ever made her even think something close to that, what was different about Spike?
*Ring Ring*
Buffy groaned as she sat up in bed, reaching over to grab the ringing phone that had woken her, "What?"
'Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed,' Willow's voice came through the phone.
"Willow, ugh, sorry. Long night."
'What's up? Is it the fight tonight, Buffy you don't have to do this.'
"Yeah, I do. Like I told Spike before, I don't surrender. I'm going to win this fight tonight, I can feel it Will."
'I hope you're right Buffy, because I don't want you to get hurt. Spike and . . .'
"I don't know if Spike will even be there."
'How would you . . . What?'
"There was an accident. My mom was hurt, pretty bad, but his dad . . . His dad is going to die. He just ran out of the hospital, I don't know where he went or . . ."
'Oh my god, is you're mom okay?'
"The doctors say she'll be fine. But its not like that lowers the worry level or anything. Spike was really upset when they told him. I don't know how he's been taking it."
'Why were you with Spike?'
"His dad and my mom are, well, friends I guess you could say. He called me, and we went together. Do you hate me?"
'Hate you? My god no Buffy, why would I hate you? Because you got a drive from Spike?'
"Well . . . Its not like you guys are all . . . Friendly."
'Neither are you two . . . Buffy, I have to go, my mom's calling. I'll call you tonight, okay?'
"Yeah, bye."
Buffy hung up the phone and laid her head back down in the pillow. Finding Mr. Gordo somewhere beside her bed on the floor, Buffy held him close to her chest. 'More then just a simple drive,' Buffy thought. 'And on more then just one occasion.'
~*~
Spike woke up to the sound of people yelling. Sitting up, he realized he wasn't in his bed, or his house for that matter. Thinking back to the night before, he brought a hand up and slapped his forehead, "Bloody hell Spike, way to get yourself in deeper."
He threw the silky red sheets off of his body and stood up, searching the room for his clothes. Spotting his pants over in the corner, hanging off a chair, he quickly went over and put them on before anyone walked in looking for, well, not him.
"Spikey, you're up," he heard that all too familiar voice purr behind him. "You're leaving? Don't you want to play some more?"
"Dru, I have to go pet," Spike said, pushing her off.
"Why? It's not like your parents care where you are," Dru said, once again trying to get him to kiss her.
"Last night, I was drunk and hurtin', you took advantage of that."
"So, you don't love me?" Dru pouted.
"Who? No, I don't," Spike said, walking away from her and over to the floor where he had saw his shirt.
"But you told me! You lied!"
"I was drunk! I didn't know what I was doing!"
"You love her. I can smell her on you," Dru said, making the action with her nose as she spoke, "I can smell her innocence."
"You're bloody nuts you know that?" Spike said, opening her bedroom door and walking out of the apartment.
~*~
{Gulping down the last drop left in the bottle, Spike leaned down to kiss her darkened lips, "Mmm, you smell amazing luv."
"Does Spike want a taste?"
"Yeah, Spike wants a taste alright," Spike said, lifting her up and threw her on the bed.
The girl giggled with delight as Spike's hands roamed her body. His lips traveled downward from hers, ending just above where her shirt started. Lifting her hands, she touched his golden locks, messing them up; she liked him better that way.
"Dru, mmm, I love you," Spike slurred.
Again, the girl giggled, this time at his words. She knew that he spoke was nonsense; she could smell her on him. The good. She thought it was funny how he thought he hid it so well; the truth is it was more then obvious. The way at lunchtime, his eyes always ended up on the blonde beauty that paid no attention to him. Or the way he always ended verbal fights before they brought harm to her.
Spike was supposed to love her though, not Buffy. That's the way it had always been. Spike loved her, but she didn't give him the time of day, instead she played with his mind, always rubbing up against Angel, because she knew how much that annoyed him. But now, when she did so, he didn't even flinch at the sight.
She knew tonight wouldn't change things, Spike was well past wasted. But, at least she had him again, just for a little while, she had her Spike back.}
~*~
Buffy walked out the door of her house, determined to get her mind off things, even if just for a few minutes. Anywhere was her destination, and seeing as how this was a small town with not too many places to go, she knew she wouldn't get lost. So, she just starting walking, not knowing or caring where she ended up.
The sidewalk on her street led her to another, where she turned left, in the direction of Willow's house, not really planning on stopping by. As she walked past, she saw that her mother's car wasn't there, so she pondered the earlier thought. She could drop by just to see if maybe Willow wanted to go to a movie before her death match tonight, or she could just forget about it, Willow probably wasn't home anyways.
She stood there, staring up at the house before her, when she felt someone run into her from behind, causing her to go flying a few steps forward. Turning around, ready to yell something out at whoever thought it was funny to knock her off, she stopped in mid sentence, "Who the hell do-"
"Sorry luv, I didn't see you there," Spike said, eyes fixated on the ground.
"I'm fine. Are you okay? With your dad and everything, I mean you just . . ."
"Yeah, thanks. Not like I like the bloke too much," Spike laughed, unconvincingly.
"Spike, you don't have to pretend with me," Buffy said. 'What am I saying? You don't try and help out Spike, god, but he looks so lost.'
"I'll let you be on your way then," Spike said, walking past her.
"Are you going tonight?" Buffy half yelled after him.
"Course pet, wouldn't miss it for the world."
"What I was afraid of," Buffy said quietly to herself as she began to walk in the opposite direction.