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 was reading over the story. And I realized that the part where Cordy was planning on doing something to Buffy, totally disappeared. Something will happen soon. When you least expect it . . . lol
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Buffy stared at the computer screen in front of her for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few short minutes. 'It can't be real,' Buffy thought. 'This all must be some kind of dream . . . Or nightmare. No, definitely a dream.'
It took her a few seconds to decide what she was going to do about the email. Should she reply to it, telling him her true feelings? Or just delete it, as if it never existed?
Running her fingers through her hair, Buffy finally came to a decision and began to type . . .
~ Spike,
I'm sorry for running off the other night. It was all just too weird. Are we really doing this? Feelings these . . . Feelings? Can we even be in a relationship if we wanted? Face it, at this point in our lives, we're total opposites. We have different friends, different lives. We've been apart for so long, maybe it'd be too weird to actually get back together . . . More than what we used to be . . . But, I don't want to just wonder . . . I want to know. I want to give it a shot, see where it leads . . . You were the only person I ever really trusted, the only person I could ever really open up to, and as hard as it is for me to trust you now. I'm going to try. You know me more than I'd like, and maybe that's a good thing. You know when to quit . . . I better go now. Meet me in the library tomorrow at lunch. We'll talk there.
Buffy ~
~~**~~
It was the class before lunch, and Buffy sat in her seat, her stomach knotted. 'Why am I so nervous? Its only Spike. It isn't like you two haven't talked before. You haven't talked about being together . . . Is this really happening? Me and Spike?' Buffy thought, glancing up at the clock. 'Two minutes.'
~~**~~
"Spike, where you going?" Riley asked, noticing Spike in the hallway.
"I have to go to the library."
"Why?"
"A book . . . For class," he said. "I'll meet up with you later on."
"Alright. See ya."
'That was a close one,' Spike thought as he walked into the library. 'At least he didn't offer to go with me. That would have been a bloody mess.'
Spike saw Buffy sitting at a table in the middle of the library and made his way over to her. She was reading some book, and when she heard him, put it back down on the table where she had gotten it. He sat down next to her, placing his bag on the table and the two sat in silence.
"Well, this is awkward . . ." Buffy said, and Spike just laughed a little. "We really need to talk."
"You know how I feel pet."
"And you know how I feel. But . . . Where does that leave us? Are we together? Or do we walk away, and at like this never happened?"
"I don't want that. I want to be with you. I want you to let me love you Buffy," he said, taking her hand. "And I don't want it to be a secret. I want to tell the whole bloody world that we're together."
"Spike I . . . I want that too. But, it can't be that simple. Can it?"
"If we want it to be, it can. Just trust me."
"I do Spike. I trust you. But my friends . . . Your friends. They wont like this."
"Screw them then," he said, moving closer to her. "I love you. And I know you . . . Feel for me. So, if they don't like it, they can . . . Not like it. Please, just give us a try pet. You wont regret it."
"I know," she said, taking a deep breath. "I know."
Spike stood up and leaned down over her, kissing her gently on the lips. He pulled back and smiled down at her, she returned it. "I'll call you tonight then?"
"Okay. I should go . . . Willow's waiting."
"Right. The guys . . ."
"I'll see you," Buffy said, standing. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the library.
~~**~~
Buffy was sitting on the sofa in her living room watching the television when the phone started to ring. Quickly, she ran to the kitchen and answered it.
"Hello."
'Ey Buffy.'
"Oh, hey Spike," she said, resting the phone on her shoulder as she opened the fridge to get a soda. "What's up?"
'Just got home from practice. Thought I'd give you that call.'
"Right. So, how was practice?"
'Sweaty. 'Course you'd probably like a bunch of sweaty men.'
"Usually, but not those sweaty men. No offense, I like your sweat . . . You know what I mean.'
He laughed. 'Yeah, I know what you mean luv. Do you want to get together tonight?'
She sighed. "Depends what you plan on doing."
'Whatever you like.'
"Well, that sounds fun. Why don't . . . You come over here, and we'll plan from there?"
'Be there in a few.'
"Great. Bye."
She hung up the phone, a smile on her face. Things had changed since they'd talked earlier that day. They weren't as awkward as they were. It was back to how it was in the past, normal. But with that extra spark that made it so much better.
Taking a sip of her soda, Buffy ran upstairs to change out of her pajamas. When she had gotten home after school, she was so tired; she decided to catch a few minutes of sleep, which changed to hours.
Opening her closet, she pulled out a pair of black jeans that had silver mesh and red accents and red side leg zips. Turning to her drawer, she slid it open and searched through it for a black t-shirt that had red sleeves attached to it and an image of Happy Bunny with the words 'I love everybody. Except you pinheads' below it.
Once she was changed, her phone started to ring.
"Hello."
'Buffy, its mom.'
"Oh. Hey mom. How's L.A?"
'Good, great even. I can't talk long. I just called to say that I won't be home as soon as I thought. It may be another week before I come home. Is that all right with you? Are things going okay?'
"Yeah, that's fine mom. Everything's fine, really. Willow's stayed over a few nights, I didn't think you'd mind."
'Oh no, of course not. But no parties Buffy, you hear me?'
"Yes, I know. Don't worry, I am not a party girl."
'And I'd have to be stupid to believe that. I should get going, I'll call to check in with you tomorrow.'
"Okay. Bye mom."
Buffy hung up the phone just as the doorbell rang. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Spike standing there, wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. Smiling she moved to the side, letting him come in.
"Do you want anything . . . To drink or eat?" Buffy asked.
"I'm fine, thanks luv."
"Okay. Then, what do you want to do?"
"I know what I want to do," he said, walking closer to her.
"Oh yeah. And that would be?"
"Let me show you," he said, leaning down and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue slip inside.
'Now this is what I call a fun time,' she thought. She could feel his hands wandering around her body and found hers sliding up his shirt. It had been a while since she'd seen him without his shirt on, and she could feel his muscles underneath the fabric.
"You know," she started, still kissing him. "My room is upstairs."
"As most rooms are."
"Do I need to hint at it anymore? This is a one-time thing. I'm not always this influential you know?"
"Believe me I do," he said. "I'll lead the way."
"You know where it's at?"
"I used to practically live here, member?" he said, taking her hand and starting up the stairs. He sat down on the bed as she closed the door and waited for her to come over to him. She looked down into his eyes before kissing him. Opening her legs, she sat down on his lap, their lips still connected. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Whoever said you were getting laid?"
"I just thought . . ."
"You thought wrong. I thought you would have known I wouldn't give myself up that easily," she said. "But that doesn't mean I rule out intense making out."
Spike smiled before kissing her again.
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 was reading over the story. And I realized that the part where Cordy was planning on doing something to Buffy, totally disappeared. Something will happen soon. When you least expect it . . . lol
~~**~~
Buffy stared at the computer screen in front of her for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few short minutes. 'It can't be real,' Buffy thought. 'This all must be some kind of dream . . . Or nightmare. No, definitely a dream.'
It took her a few seconds to decide what she was going to do about the email. Should she reply to it, telling him her true feelings? Or just delete it, as if it never existed?
Running her fingers through her hair, Buffy finally came to a decision and began to type . . .
~ Spike,
I'm sorry for running off the other night. It was all just too weird. Are we really doing this? Feelings these . . . Feelings? Can we even be in a relationship if we wanted? Face it, at this point in our lives, we're total opposites. We have different friends, different lives. We've been apart for so long, maybe it'd be too weird to actually get back together . . . More than what we used to be . . . But, I don't want to just wonder . . . I want to know. I want to give it a shot, see where it leads . . . You were the only person I ever really trusted, the only person I could ever really open up to, and as hard as it is for me to trust you now. I'm going to try. You know me more than I'd like, and maybe that's a good thing. You know when to quit . . . I better go now. Meet me in the library tomorrow at lunch. We'll talk there.
Buffy ~
~~**~~
It was the class before lunch, and Buffy sat in her seat, her stomach knotted. 'Why am I so nervous? Its only Spike. It isn't like you two haven't talked before. You haven't talked about being together . . . Is this really happening? Me and Spike?' Buffy thought, glancing up at the clock. 'Two minutes.'
~~**~~
"Spike, where you going?" Riley asked, noticing Spike in the hallway.
"I have to go to the library."
"Why?"
"A book . . . For class," he said. "I'll meet up with you later on."
"Alright. See ya."
'That was a close one,' Spike thought as he walked into the library. 'At least he didn't offer to go with me. That would have been a bloody mess.'
Spike saw Buffy sitting at a table in the middle of the library and made his way over to her. She was reading some book, and when she heard him, put it back down on the table where she had gotten it. He sat down next to her, placing his bag on the table and the two sat in silence.
"Well, this is awkward . . ." Buffy said, and Spike just laughed a little. "We really need to talk."
"You know how I feel pet."
"And you know how I feel. But . . . Where does that leave us? Are we together? Or do we walk away, and at like this never happened?"
"I don't want that. I want to be with you. I want you to let me love you Buffy," he said, taking her hand. "And I don't want it to be a secret. I want to tell the whole bloody world that we're together."
"Spike I . . . I want that too. But, it can't be that simple. Can it?"
"If we want it to be, it can. Just trust me."
"I do Spike. I trust you. But my friends . . . Your friends. They wont like this."
"Screw them then," he said, moving closer to her. "I love you. And I know you . . . Feel for me. So, if they don't like it, they can . . . Not like it. Please, just give us a try pet. You wont regret it."
"I know," she said, taking a deep breath. "I know."
Spike stood up and leaned down over her, kissing her gently on the lips. He pulled back and smiled down at her, she returned it. "I'll call you tonight then?"
"Okay. I should go . . . Willow's waiting."
"Right. The guys . . ."
"I'll see you," Buffy said, standing. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the library.
~~**~~
Buffy was sitting on the sofa in her living room watching the television when the phone started to ring. Quickly, she ran to the kitchen and answered it.
"Hello."
'Ey Buffy.'
"Oh, hey Spike," she said, resting the phone on her shoulder as she opened the fridge to get a soda. "What's up?"
'Just got home from practice. Thought I'd give you that call.'
"Right. So, how was practice?"
'Sweaty. 'Course you'd probably like a bunch of sweaty men.'
"Usually, but not those sweaty men. No offense, I like your sweat . . . You know what I mean.'
He laughed. 'Yeah, I know what you mean luv. Do you want to get together tonight?'
She sighed. "Depends what you plan on doing."
'Whatever you like.'
"Well, that sounds fun. Why don't . . . You come over here, and we'll plan from there?"
'Be there in a few.'
"Great. Bye."
She hung up the phone, a smile on her face. Things had changed since they'd talked earlier that day. They weren't as awkward as they were. It was back to how it was in the past, normal. But with that extra spark that made it so much better.
Taking a sip of her soda, Buffy ran upstairs to change out of her pajamas. When she had gotten home after school, she was so tired; she decided to catch a few minutes of sleep, which changed to hours.
Opening her closet, she pulled out a pair of black jeans that had silver mesh and red accents and red side leg zips. Turning to her drawer, she slid it open and searched through it for a black t-shirt that had red sleeves attached to it and an image of Happy Bunny with the words 'I love everybody. Except you pinheads' below it.
Once she was changed, her phone started to ring.
"Hello."
'Buffy, its mom.'
"Oh. Hey mom. How's L.A?"
'Good, great even. I can't talk long. I just called to say that I won't be home as soon as I thought. It may be another week before I come home. Is that all right with you? Are things going okay?'
"Yeah, that's fine mom. Everything's fine, really. Willow's stayed over a few nights, I didn't think you'd mind."
'Oh no, of course not. But no parties Buffy, you hear me?'
"Yes, I know. Don't worry, I am not a party girl."
'And I'd have to be stupid to believe that. I should get going, I'll call to check in with you tomorrow.'
"Okay. Bye mom."
Buffy hung up the phone just as the doorbell rang. She walked over to the door and opened it to see Spike standing there, wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. Smiling she moved to the side, letting him come in.
"Do you want anything . . . To drink or eat?" Buffy asked.
"I'm fine, thanks luv."
"Okay. Then, what do you want to do?"
"I know what I want to do," he said, walking closer to her.
"Oh yeah. And that would be?"
"Let me show you," he said, leaning down and kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. She opened her mouth, letting his tongue slip inside.
'Now this is what I call a fun time,' she thought. She could feel his hands wandering around her body and found hers sliding up his shirt. It had been a while since she'd seen him without his shirt on, and she could feel his muscles underneath the fabric.
"You know," she started, still kissing him. "My room is upstairs."
"As most rooms are."
"Do I need to hint at it anymore? This is a one-time thing. I'm not always this influential you know?"
"Believe me I do," he said. "I'll lead the way."
"You know where it's at?"
"I used to practically live here, member?" he said, taking her hand and starting up the stairs. He sat down on the bed as she closed the door and waited for her to come over to him. She looked down into his eyes before kissing him. Opening her legs, she sat down on his lap, their lips still connected. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Whoever said you were getting laid?"
"I just thought . . ."
"You thought wrong. I thought you would have known I wouldn't give myself up that easily," she said. "But that doesn't mean I rule out intense making out."
Spike smiled before kissing her again.