Title: The Bet
Summary: Buffy is the punk/gothic girl at Sunnydale high. She is known as part of the "freak group". Spike is the popular guy that every guy wants to be and every girl wants to be with, except for Buffy. He makes a bet with his friends that he could make her fall for him but what happens when he falls for her and she finds out that all she was a bet??
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept Dean, Dean is all mine.
.:A/N:. Wow. It's been a really long time since I've written this story.
~~**~~
Buffy and Willow walked down the isles of the grocery store, grabbing random goodies from the shelves. Buffy laid across the handle of the cart and slowly pushed it along beside Willow.
"So, Will, what do we need?" Buffy asked.
"I think you need Spike," she said.
"Willow! Why don't you believe me when I say I don't like Spike? He's so unlikable," Buffy said, grabbing cookies from the shelf.
"Yeah, but he's hot," she said. "You can deny it all you want Buffy, but its so obvious you two have feelings there. Everyone knows about your past and so it's not hard to see."
"Our past was different than now. Everything's different now Will. Spike's different, I'm different."
"On the outside maybe, but inside you're the same Buffy from years ago," Willow said.
"And Spike?"
"I'm not the one to ask."
Buffy nodded her head and stared down at the cartful of groceries, "We should go pay for this stuff. I think it's enough."
~~**~~
Buffy sat on her bed, flipping through one of her many magazines, when her phone rang. Placing the magazine beside her, she reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello."
"Ello, Buffy?"
"Spike? How'd you get my number?" Buffy asked.
"Practically craved it into my memory years back, member?"
"What do you want?" she asked, impatiently.
"We have to work on our project luv. I know we have issues, but I need this mark. Maybe you're Little Miss Smarty Pants, but well . . . I'm not."
"Call me that once more, just once and you won't be getting any mark," Buffy said. "We could meet at the library at six, if you're free. Get this over with. It should only take us a few hours at the most."
"I'll meet you there at six," he said.
"Bye," Buffy said, hanging up.
~~**~~
The Sunnydale library was close to being extinct. No one ever visited, except for the people who enjoyed a good book, and the occasional student needing something for school. Buffy felt all eyes on her as she opened the squeaking door and walked inside. She looked around for Spike, but saw him nowhere so decided to pick a table and wait. Once she placed her bag on a desk, she headed over to where the librarian sat.
"Excuse me?" she asked, quietly.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"I was wondering if there would be any free computers by six o clock?"
"I doubt it. We've been busy late with students and the computers have been filling up quickly. The earliest you'll get I'd say would be around six thirty if you're lucky."
Buffy nodded and returned to her seat. She glanced over the four computers, all occupied. 'Oh yeah, you seem real busy. Four, no sorry five other people in here besides me,' Buffy thought. She pulled out her magazine that she'd brought along for the hell of it and began to read.
A few minutes passed before Spike arrived and as he took a seat across from her, Buffy closed her magazine and shoved it back in her bag. There was a silence between them. Buffy hadn't seen Spike since the day at school where she'd been more than mean to him. That was four days ago and their project was due in only two days. It was awkward, especially since on the phone he'd sort of brought up their past. Of course Buffy pretended like she didn't hear and if she did, didn't care, but once she hung up the phone, memories just kept coming and she couldn't stop them.
"You're late," Buffy snapped.
"Relax pet, we have plenty of time. It's a Friday night, I'm not due home till late and I'm sure you're not either."
"That doesn't mean I want to spend my whole night with you Spike. Looks like a few other people had the same idea as us. I asked the librarian and she said we probably wont get a computer for another half an hour. Well, twenty minutes now."
"We can talk then," Spike said.
"Or I can go walk away from you," Buffy said, standing up. Spike noticed that she looked different than usual. Her blue jeans and white tank top weren't a usual outfit for her. As she began to walk off, Spike too stood and started following her. She tried to lose him by swerving in and out of book isles but it wasn't any use. She stood with her arms crossed the next isle over, waiting for Spike to come around the corner. When he did, he accidentally smacked right into her.
Not expecting this encounter, Buffy lost her balance, falling on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't the only one who'd fallen. Spike's electric blue eyes stared back at her. She was lost in them for a moment, but shook it off quickly and shoved him off.
"Sorry pet," Spike said.
"Maybe you wouldn't be if you weren't following me," Buffy said, brushing herself off. "Lets go see if we can get a computer. I really want to get this over with."
Her words stung him a bit, but he didn't show it. Like a lost puppy, he followed her over to the computers.
~~**~
"There," Buffy said, clicking the button, "publish to the web". "Our site is finally done. You're free from me." Buffy said, turning in her seat to face Spike who sat beside her only inches away.
"What if I don't want to be free from you?"
"Don't do that Spike."
"Do what?"
"Try to act like you like me. Sure, maybe I would have believed that B.S when we were younger, but we've grown up and-"
Spike cut her off. "Why wont you just believe me when I say I like you Buffy? I miss you. I miss what we had."
Buffy felt a ball forming in her throat. Not so much that she was going to cry, that she knew she was falling for his lies. "I-I do too."
Spike reached his hand out to Buffy's face and gently cupped her chin. He looked into her eyes, showing no dishonesty or lies. As his head drew closer, Buffy closed her eyes, waiting for what she knew was coming. When their lips first touched, it was a nervous kiss, but as it deepened, the more intense it became. Spike's other hand rested on her knee, and Buffy's were roaming around his shoulders. Fireworks were going off in both their minds and although it wasn't their first kiss, it sure felt like it was.
"Ahem."
The two pulled apart and looked up to see what had disturbed their special moment. The librarian stood beside them, hands on her hips and not looking too happy. "This is a library, not a bedroom."
"Sorry," Buffy said, standing. "We're leaving anyways." As she walked back over to the desk that her bag sat on, she felt Spike close behind her. Picking her bag up, she turned around to face him. "I guess I'll see you on Monday then." She started to head for the door, but Spike grabbed her arm. Slowly she turned around, only to meet his lips again in a short but passionate kiss that managed to take her breath away.
"You're not going home so early are you? Its only nine o clock," Spike said.
"Yeah, but the library closes in a few minutes."
"I don't want to stay at the library pet. We could go to that place you took me to on our . . . When we went to the dance," Spike said. "Unless you have to go home."
"No, but-"
"But what?"
She sighed. "Okay, I'm in."
"Let me take your bag," Spike said, taking her bag.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure luv. Come on," he said, taking her hand and walking out of the door.
~*Still getting into the feel of this story, so sorry if it sucks. Review!*~
Summary: Buffy is the punk/gothic girl at Sunnydale high. She is known as part of the "freak group". Spike is the popular guy that every guy wants to be and every girl wants to be with, except for Buffy. He makes a bet with his friends that he could make her fall for him but what happens when he falls for her and she finds out that all she was a bet??
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept Dean, Dean is all mine.
.:A/N:. Wow. It's been a really long time since I've written this story.
~~**~~
Buffy and Willow walked down the isles of the grocery store, grabbing random goodies from the shelves. Buffy laid across the handle of the cart and slowly pushed it along beside Willow.
"So, Will, what do we need?" Buffy asked.
"I think you need Spike," she said.
"Willow! Why don't you believe me when I say I don't like Spike? He's so unlikable," Buffy said, grabbing cookies from the shelf.
"Yeah, but he's hot," she said. "You can deny it all you want Buffy, but its so obvious you two have feelings there. Everyone knows about your past and so it's not hard to see."
"Our past was different than now. Everything's different now Will. Spike's different, I'm different."
"On the outside maybe, but inside you're the same Buffy from years ago," Willow said.
"And Spike?"
"I'm not the one to ask."
Buffy nodded her head and stared down at the cartful of groceries, "We should go pay for this stuff. I think it's enough."
~~**~~
Buffy sat on her bed, flipping through one of her many magazines, when her phone rang. Placing the magazine beside her, she reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello."
"Ello, Buffy?"
"Spike? How'd you get my number?" Buffy asked.
"Practically craved it into my memory years back, member?"
"What do you want?" she asked, impatiently.
"We have to work on our project luv. I know we have issues, but I need this mark. Maybe you're Little Miss Smarty Pants, but well . . . I'm not."
"Call me that once more, just once and you won't be getting any mark," Buffy said. "We could meet at the library at six, if you're free. Get this over with. It should only take us a few hours at the most."
"I'll meet you there at six," he said.
"Bye," Buffy said, hanging up.
~~**~~
The Sunnydale library was close to being extinct. No one ever visited, except for the people who enjoyed a good book, and the occasional student needing something for school. Buffy felt all eyes on her as she opened the squeaking door and walked inside. She looked around for Spike, but saw him nowhere so decided to pick a table and wait. Once she placed her bag on a desk, she headed over to where the librarian sat.
"Excuse me?" she asked, quietly.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"I was wondering if there would be any free computers by six o clock?"
"I doubt it. We've been busy late with students and the computers have been filling up quickly. The earliest you'll get I'd say would be around six thirty if you're lucky."
Buffy nodded and returned to her seat. She glanced over the four computers, all occupied. 'Oh yeah, you seem real busy. Four, no sorry five other people in here besides me,' Buffy thought. She pulled out her magazine that she'd brought along for the hell of it and began to read.
A few minutes passed before Spike arrived and as he took a seat across from her, Buffy closed her magazine and shoved it back in her bag. There was a silence between them. Buffy hadn't seen Spike since the day at school where she'd been more than mean to him. That was four days ago and their project was due in only two days. It was awkward, especially since on the phone he'd sort of brought up their past. Of course Buffy pretended like she didn't hear and if she did, didn't care, but once she hung up the phone, memories just kept coming and she couldn't stop them.
"You're late," Buffy snapped.
"Relax pet, we have plenty of time. It's a Friday night, I'm not due home till late and I'm sure you're not either."
"That doesn't mean I want to spend my whole night with you Spike. Looks like a few other people had the same idea as us. I asked the librarian and she said we probably wont get a computer for another half an hour. Well, twenty minutes now."
"We can talk then," Spike said.
"Or I can go walk away from you," Buffy said, standing up. Spike noticed that she looked different than usual. Her blue jeans and white tank top weren't a usual outfit for her. As she began to walk off, Spike too stood and started following her. She tried to lose him by swerving in and out of book isles but it wasn't any use. She stood with her arms crossed the next isle over, waiting for Spike to come around the corner. When he did, he accidentally smacked right into her.
Not expecting this encounter, Buffy lost her balance, falling on the ground. When she opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't the only one who'd fallen. Spike's electric blue eyes stared back at her. She was lost in them for a moment, but shook it off quickly and shoved him off.
"Sorry pet," Spike said.
"Maybe you wouldn't be if you weren't following me," Buffy said, brushing herself off. "Lets go see if we can get a computer. I really want to get this over with."
Her words stung him a bit, but he didn't show it. Like a lost puppy, he followed her over to the computers.
~~**~
"There," Buffy said, clicking the button, "publish to the web". "Our site is finally done. You're free from me." Buffy said, turning in her seat to face Spike who sat beside her only inches away.
"What if I don't want to be free from you?"
"Don't do that Spike."
"Do what?"
"Try to act like you like me. Sure, maybe I would have believed that B.S when we were younger, but we've grown up and-"
Spike cut her off. "Why wont you just believe me when I say I like you Buffy? I miss you. I miss what we had."
Buffy felt a ball forming in her throat. Not so much that she was going to cry, that she knew she was falling for his lies. "I-I do too."
Spike reached his hand out to Buffy's face and gently cupped her chin. He looked into her eyes, showing no dishonesty or lies. As his head drew closer, Buffy closed her eyes, waiting for what she knew was coming. When their lips first touched, it was a nervous kiss, but as it deepened, the more intense it became. Spike's other hand rested on her knee, and Buffy's were roaming around his shoulders. Fireworks were going off in both their minds and although it wasn't their first kiss, it sure felt like it was.
"Ahem."
The two pulled apart and looked up to see what had disturbed their special moment. The librarian stood beside them, hands on her hips and not looking too happy. "This is a library, not a bedroom."
"Sorry," Buffy said, standing. "We're leaving anyways." As she walked back over to the desk that her bag sat on, she felt Spike close behind her. Picking her bag up, she turned around to face him. "I guess I'll see you on Monday then." She started to head for the door, but Spike grabbed her arm. Slowly she turned around, only to meet his lips again in a short but passionate kiss that managed to take her breath away.
"You're not going home so early are you? Its only nine o clock," Spike said.
"Yeah, but the library closes in a few minutes."
"I don't want to stay at the library pet. We could go to that place you took me to on our . . . When we went to the dance," Spike said. "Unless you have to go home."
"No, but-"
"But what?"
She sighed. "Okay, I'm in."
"Let me take your bag," Spike said, taking her bag.
"Thank you."
"My pleasure luv. Come on," he said, taking her hand and walking out of the door.
~*Still getting into the feel of this story, so sorry if it sucks. Review!*~