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:. Sorry for the wait, hope you all like this chapter.
{ msn conversation }
~ e-mail ~
~~**~~
Monday came and Buffy was sitting in class, waiting for the first bell to ring. 'Only three more classes. Plus this one cause it hasn't started, plus lunch.' She sighed. 'I cant do this. I can't face Spike. What if he told everyone? Why do I care?'
Ms. Calendar waited for everyone to take their seats before she began the class. "Alright. Today, we'll be working on Word. I've set your assignment in the hand out folder, and you can take it from there on your own. If you'd excuse me, I have to run a few things down to the library."
Buffy watched as she grabbed a few books and headed out the door. 'I always knew something was up with her and the librarian. How cute.' Turning on her computer, Buffy waited patiently for it to load. Looking around, she noticed that Spike wasn't in class. She let out a deep breath. 'Thank God.'
"Hey, Spike man, late again?" Riley asked as Spike came running into the class, out of breath.
"Where's the teacher?"
"Gone. Guess you're clear."
"Guess I am," he said, looking around for an empty seat.
Buffy watched as he made his way past his friends and over to her. She glanced down at the empty chair next to her, and then back up at him. 'Oh lordy. Pretend you don't see him. Act cool Buff, you can do this.'
"Can I sit here pet?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, go ahead," Buffy said, staring at the computer screen in front of her. 'Why does he have to be so hot, so tempting? If only I could get him alone . . . Bad Buffy. Do not think naughty thoughts. Especially ones that include Spike.'
"About last night . . ." Spike started.
"Nothing ever happened last night. We met up, we did work, we went out, we danced, and we went home. As friends."
Spike sighed. 'There is no getting through to that girl. When Buffy doesn't want to talk about something, you just don't talk. No use in trying, a waste of good air. If only there were some other way . . .' As Spike opened his student e-mail, an idea hit him. Turning his monitor away from the sight of Buffy, he began to type . . .
~~**~~
"Okay class, log off, class will be over in a few minutes. You can talk amongst yourselves until then," Ms. Calendar sat, sorting through some papers on her desk.
Buffy logged off and immediately stood to get away from Spike. She brushed past him, slightly rubbing against him. Just the touch of his body against hers made her heart melt inside. 'No. Spike does not make me feel that way. He can't. Could he?'
"Where were you last night?" Xander asked Spike as he and Riley walked over to their friend. "We missed you buddy."
"I was out," Spike said, getting his stuff ready. "With Buffy."
Buffy glanced over at the three when she heard howls coming from Spike's friends. She shook her head at them, and shifted on her feet, wondering what they were talking about. 'Air heads,' she laughed.
"Score," Xander said.
"Lets just say you guys are going to be broke for a long time."
~~**~~
Buffy was walking home from school that afternoon with Willow. She hadn't told her friend about what had happened in class, and didn't plan on telling her. 'Nothing happened, what am I so worried about? We barely even spoke. He didn't try to push anything . . . That's cause he knows you Buffy.'
"You're thinking about Spike, aren't you?" Willow asked, walking backwards so that she could look at her friend. "And don't deny it. Its written all over your face."
"So what if I am? It's not like anything's going to happen."
"Do you want it to?"
"I don't know Will, its real confusing. My mind is so confused. I don't know what I want. I don't know if I want Spike. I don't know if I can go through that again."
"Go through what?"
"Losing him. Even though we were just friends before, and even though I don't show it, losing Spike . . . Losing William . . . It killed me," Buffy said. "I'm such a pathetic loser."
"No, no you're not. You guys were close," she said, putting her arm around Buffy's shoulder. "What'd you say we go get ourselves some ice cream?"
"Cookie dough?" Buffy asked silently.
"Cookie dough."
~~**~~
Spike sat in his room, surrounding by his friends, Angel, Riley, Parker and Xander. They were all watching a movie on his big screen TV, that Spike didn't even know the name of. He knew why his friends had got it though, a lot of hot girls. But, for some reason, none of the girls, as beautiful as they were, seemed to appeal to Spike. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember looking at many girls since he'd kissed Buffy. 'What the bloody hell is wrong with me?' he thought.
"Captain Peroxide? You alive in there?" Xander asked, knocking on his head.
"Sod off," Spike said, brushing his hand away. "I was just thinking."
"You, thinking?" Xander laughed. "Oh, you weren't kidding."
"Got Buffy on your mind?" Angel asked.
"No . . . Okay, so maybe I do. What do you care? Its none of your bloody business anyways."
"It is if it's about the bet. Have you gotten her to bed yet?" Parker asked.
"'S not that simple mate. Specially with Buffy."
"But you know how she works. After all, you guys were friends for what . . . Sixteen years?"
"Bout," Spike shrugged. "But that's in the past. She's changed."
"Or maybe you've been apart too long, you've forgotten what she's like," Angel said.
"In class today, she didn't seem to be liking you too much," Riley said. "Did you do something to piss her off?"
"I've taken care of that."
"Oh yeah, how?"
"Man's got to have his secrets."
~~**~~
{Hey Buffy}
{hi will. whats up?}
{Nothing, I just got home, you?}
{thought so. I'm just checkin my email}
{Anything good?}
{Nope, not yet}
{Hold on, I need to pee}
{can't ignore the call of nature}
Buffy minimized her conversation with Willow and continued checking her e- mails. She was about to delete one, when she realized it wasn't one of those pesky advertisements, or dumb forwards. It was from Spike. 'Why is he e-mailing me? Cause he knows you wont listen to him face to face.'
~ Buffy,
I know you. And I know that when you don't want to talk about something, you don't. Bloody annoying. Last night happened pet, and you can deny it as much as you like, but it happened. Everything was going fine until you . . . Until I mentioned love and you took off. Sorry if I took you by surprise, didn't mean to luv, I was only speaking what I thought it was. Buffy, you aren't like other girls. Whenever I'm around you, I feel . . . Different. I have for a while, but I've been keeping it hidden. I don't like showing my feelings, but I'm sure you know that. We do go back. Far back. Maybe that's what makes this special. Maybe not. I'm sitting next to you as I type, and stealing a glance, you look so damn beautiful. I wish I could reach out and touch your golden hair. But I can't, cause most likely, you'll bleeding slap me, or rip my dick off. Don't want that. Time's running short, class that is, so I better sum this up. I love you Buffy Anne Summers, and I'm not pushing you into saying it back. Just thought I should let you know how I feel, so its out there.
William ~
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:. Sorry for the wait, hope you all like this chapter.
{ msn conversation }
~ e-mail ~
~~**~~
Monday came and Buffy was sitting in class, waiting for the first bell to ring. 'Only three more classes. Plus this one cause it hasn't started, plus lunch.' She sighed. 'I cant do this. I can't face Spike. What if he told everyone? Why do I care?'
Ms. Calendar waited for everyone to take their seats before she began the class. "Alright. Today, we'll be working on Word. I've set your assignment in the hand out folder, and you can take it from there on your own. If you'd excuse me, I have to run a few things down to the library."
Buffy watched as she grabbed a few books and headed out the door. 'I always knew something was up with her and the librarian. How cute.' Turning on her computer, Buffy waited patiently for it to load. Looking around, she noticed that Spike wasn't in class. She let out a deep breath. 'Thank God.'
"Hey, Spike man, late again?" Riley asked as Spike came running into the class, out of breath.
"Where's the teacher?"
"Gone. Guess you're clear."
"Guess I am," he said, looking around for an empty seat.
Buffy watched as he made his way past his friends and over to her. She glanced down at the empty chair next to her, and then back up at him. 'Oh lordy. Pretend you don't see him. Act cool Buff, you can do this.'
"Can I sit here pet?"
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, go ahead," Buffy said, staring at the computer screen in front of her. 'Why does he have to be so hot, so tempting? If only I could get him alone . . . Bad Buffy. Do not think naughty thoughts. Especially ones that include Spike.'
"About last night . . ." Spike started.
"Nothing ever happened last night. We met up, we did work, we went out, we danced, and we went home. As friends."
Spike sighed. 'There is no getting through to that girl. When Buffy doesn't want to talk about something, you just don't talk. No use in trying, a waste of good air. If only there were some other way . . .' As Spike opened his student e-mail, an idea hit him. Turning his monitor away from the sight of Buffy, he began to type . . .
~~**~~
"Okay class, log off, class will be over in a few minutes. You can talk amongst yourselves until then," Ms. Calendar sat, sorting through some papers on her desk.
Buffy logged off and immediately stood to get away from Spike. She brushed past him, slightly rubbing against him. Just the touch of his body against hers made her heart melt inside. 'No. Spike does not make me feel that way. He can't. Could he?'
"Where were you last night?" Xander asked Spike as he and Riley walked over to their friend. "We missed you buddy."
"I was out," Spike said, getting his stuff ready. "With Buffy."
Buffy glanced over at the three when she heard howls coming from Spike's friends. She shook her head at them, and shifted on her feet, wondering what they were talking about. 'Air heads,' she laughed.
"Score," Xander said.
"Lets just say you guys are going to be broke for a long time."
~~**~~
Buffy was walking home from school that afternoon with Willow. She hadn't told her friend about what had happened in class, and didn't plan on telling her. 'Nothing happened, what am I so worried about? We barely even spoke. He didn't try to push anything . . . That's cause he knows you Buffy.'
"You're thinking about Spike, aren't you?" Willow asked, walking backwards so that she could look at her friend. "And don't deny it. Its written all over your face."
"So what if I am? It's not like anything's going to happen."
"Do you want it to?"
"I don't know Will, its real confusing. My mind is so confused. I don't know what I want. I don't know if I want Spike. I don't know if I can go through that again."
"Go through what?"
"Losing him. Even though we were just friends before, and even though I don't show it, losing Spike . . . Losing William . . . It killed me," Buffy said. "I'm such a pathetic loser."
"No, no you're not. You guys were close," she said, putting her arm around Buffy's shoulder. "What'd you say we go get ourselves some ice cream?"
"Cookie dough?" Buffy asked silently.
"Cookie dough."
~~**~~
Spike sat in his room, surrounding by his friends, Angel, Riley, Parker and Xander. They were all watching a movie on his big screen TV, that Spike didn't even know the name of. He knew why his friends had got it though, a lot of hot girls. But, for some reason, none of the girls, as beautiful as they were, seemed to appeal to Spike. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember looking at many girls since he'd kissed Buffy. 'What the bloody hell is wrong with me?' he thought.
"Captain Peroxide? You alive in there?" Xander asked, knocking on his head.
"Sod off," Spike said, brushing his hand away. "I was just thinking."
"You, thinking?" Xander laughed. "Oh, you weren't kidding."
"Got Buffy on your mind?" Angel asked.
"No . . . Okay, so maybe I do. What do you care? Its none of your bloody business anyways."
"It is if it's about the bet. Have you gotten her to bed yet?" Parker asked.
"'S not that simple mate. Specially with Buffy."
"But you know how she works. After all, you guys were friends for what . . . Sixteen years?"
"Bout," Spike shrugged. "But that's in the past. She's changed."
"Or maybe you've been apart too long, you've forgotten what she's like," Angel said.
"In class today, she didn't seem to be liking you too much," Riley said. "Did you do something to piss her off?"
"I've taken care of that."
"Oh yeah, how?"
"Man's got to have his secrets."
~~**~~
{Hey Buffy}
{hi will. whats up?}
{Nothing, I just got home, you?}
{thought so. I'm just checkin my email}
{Anything good?}
{Nope, not yet}
{Hold on, I need to pee}
{can't ignore the call of nature}
Buffy minimized her conversation with Willow and continued checking her e- mails. She was about to delete one, when she realized it wasn't one of those pesky advertisements, or dumb forwards. It was from Spike. 'Why is he e-mailing me? Cause he knows you wont listen to him face to face.'
~ Buffy,
I know you. And I know that when you don't want to talk about something, you don't. Bloody annoying. Last night happened pet, and you can deny it as much as you like, but it happened. Everything was going fine until you . . . Until I mentioned love and you took off. Sorry if I took you by surprise, didn't mean to luv, I was only speaking what I thought it was. Buffy, you aren't like other girls. Whenever I'm around you, I feel . . . Different. I have for a while, but I've been keeping it hidden. I don't like showing my feelings, but I'm sure you know that. We do go back. Far back. Maybe that's what makes this special. Maybe not. I'm sitting next to you as I type, and stealing a glance, you look so damn beautiful. I wish I could reach out and touch your golden hair. But I can't, cause most likely, you'll bleeding slap me, or rip my dick off. Don't want that. Time's running short, class that is, so I better sum this up. I love you Buffy Anne Summers, and I'm not pushing you into saying it back. Just thought I should let you know how I feel, so its out there.
William ~