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:. I made a boo boo in the other chapter. The song really is "Feels Like Home" by Chantal Kreviazuk (or whatever, you know who I mean). I was going to have that song, and then changed it. My bad.
~~**~~
"Love."
Buffy was speechless. She just sat there, unable to form sentences. What was she supposed to do? Say it was love? 'Cause that's what if feels like.'
She stood up and stared down at Spike.
"Buffy?"
"I-I can't do this Spike, I'm sorry," she said, running off.
"Buffy wait!" he yelled, but she ignored him. Leaning back in the chair, he sighed. "Bloody hell."
~~**~~
When Buffy got home she ran up to her room and buried her face in her pillow. 'Love? Could it really be? Am I in love with Spike? How is that possible? I can't be. He must be under some spell. Why now? Why not years ago when we actually got along, liked each other? Maybe we always have. All this thinking is giving me a headache!'
"Buffy?" Dean asked, poking his head in the door. "You're all out of milk. Might want to pick some up."
"There's some money . . . Never mind. Yeah, I will. Just, close the door."
"Something wrong?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't. But Willow does. I'll call her and tell her you need her. Even if you don't say you do, you do. You always need a friend to help you through trouble like this. To show you that life does go on," he said, closing the door.
Buffy laughed as he left. 'Now all of a sudden Dean is an expert on friendship. What world am I living in? How did I get here?'
~~**~~
"Love? He said it was love? Oh my gosh Buff, what'd you say?" Willow asked.
The two sat on Buffy's bed, talking about the night's earlier events. "I kind of didn't say anything. I ran away."
"You ran away? How did all this happen? When I saw you two, you seemed pretty . . . Really, well, friendly."
"I don't know Will. It just sort of . . . Happened. And there is no way I can face him at school Monday now."
"C'mon now, its not that bad."
"Yes it is. I hate this. I hate Spike."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
"No, I really don't," Buffy sighed. "And I hate that!"
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:. I made a boo boo in the other chapter. The song really is "Feels Like Home" by Chantal Kreviazuk (or whatever, you know who I mean). I was going to have that song, and then changed it. My bad.
~~**~~
"Love."
Buffy was speechless. She just sat there, unable to form sentences. What was she supposed to do? Say it was love? 'Cause that's what if feels like.'
She stood up and stared down at Spike.
"Buffy?"
"I-I can't do this Spike, I'm sorry," she said, running off.
"Buffy wait!" he yelled, but she ignored him. Leaning back in the chair, he sighed. "Bloody hell."
~~**~~
When Buffy got home she ran up to her room and buried her face in her pillow. 'Love? Could it really be? Am I in love with Spike? How is that possible? I can't be. He must be under some spell. Why now? Why not years ago when we actually got along, liked each other? Maybe we always have. All this thinking is giving me a headache!'
"Buffy?" Dean asked, poking his head in the door. "You're all out of milk. Might want to pick some up."
"There's some money . . . Never mind. Yeah, I will. Just, close the door."
"Something wrong?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't. But Willow does. I'll call her and tell her you need her. Even if you don't say you do, you do. You always need a friend to help you through trouble like this. To show you that life does go on," he said, closing the door.
Buffy laughed as he left. 'Now all of a sudden Dean is an expert on friendship. What world am I living in? How did I get here?'
~~**~~
"Love? He said it was love? Oh my gosh Buff, what'd you say?" Willow asked.
The two sat on Buffy's bed, talking about the night's earlier events. "I kind of didn't say anything. I ran away."
"You ran away? How did all this happen? When I saw you two, you seemed pretty . . . Really, well, friendly."
"I don't know Will. It just sort of . . . Happened. And there is no way I can face him at school Monday now."
"C'mon now, its not that bad."
"Yes it is. I hate this. I hate Spike."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"No you don't."
"No, I really don't," Buffy sighed. "And I hate that!"