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.
~~**~~
Buffy opened her eyes, stretching her arms out across her bed. She smiled when she remembered what had happened earlier that night. 'But where's Spike at?' she thought, sitting up. 'He wouldn't just leave without telling me, would he?'
Standing up, she made her way out the door and down the stairs to look for Spike. She turned the corner to the kitchen and found him sitting on one of the stools, drinking a glass of water. He looked up at her when she entered the room and she sat down next to him.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I . . ."
"No, its fine. You could have had something besides water," Buffy said.
"I know. There just was hardly anything there."
"That would be the result of having Dean in the house. He's a pain, but sometimes he's not so freaky."
"Dean?"
"You know, Willow's brother. He's staying here until . . . Well supposedly until he found some other place to stay, but I don't think he's really been looking . . ."
"Right."
"How long was I asleep for?"
"An hour or two. 'S only ten. You looked so beautiful, didn't want to wake you. Sorry luv," he said.
"Don't be sorry . . . What did you do while I was sleeping? Drink?"
"I watched you."
"That must have been great fun," Buffy said sarcastically.
"It was," he said seriously. "You're amazing to look at."
"I should have known," she said, standing.
"Known?" he asked, confused. Walking over to her, he cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.
"That all you were interested in was my body."
"I-I didn't mean . . . 'S just . . . You're beautiful Buffy, on the outside and in. I can't help being attracted to you physically. But that's not all I'm interested in. I like that sexy little brain of yours too luv," he said, kissing her forehead.
She smiled and kissed him softly. "You should get going. It's late and we have school tomorrow. I'll just . . . See you then."
"You're right. I love you," he said, kissing her on the cheek before disappearing out of the room.
Buffy heard the door close and sat back down on the stool. She traced her finger out of the top of the glass Spike had been drinking out of. 'I think I'm in love.'
~~**~~
Cordelia Chase sat on the stairs of Sunnydale High School, her friend Harmony by her side.
"Do you really think it will work? Buffy's pretty smart," Cordelia said. "Tell anyone I said that, and you will regret it."
"Don't worry. Everything will go just as planned."
"Well, it better happen soon. I'm getting impatient. And you know what I'm like when I don't get what I want when I want it."
~~**~~
Buffy walked into her computer class and took her usual seat. She looked around and spotted Spike with his friends. He smiled at her and she smiled back. 'So much for a public relationship,' Buffy thought.
She logged on to the computer and signed into her student email. She didn't expect to find anything in there. Maybe she was hoping Spike had sent her an apology about keeping them a secret, instead of what he had said.
She was surprised when she saw there was an email . . . From Spike. 'He does know me,' she thought, smiling. Opening the email, she began to read.
~ Meet me in the school parking lot at the beginning of lunch ~
'That's it?' she thought. 'I guess he was in a hurry.'
~~**~~
The bell for lunch rang and Buffy walked out of her classroom. She planned on going to the parking lot to see what Spike wanted, and then going to meet Willow for the rest of lunch. 'What could he possibly need to talk about?' she thought as she made her way closer. She noticed Cordelia's red convertible parked, half hidden by a tree. Looking around, she didn't see Spike anywhere else, so figured he must be around her car.
Walking closer, she stopped dead in her tracks when she realized what was going on in front of her. 'Is that Spike? Spike and . . . Cordelia? How could he do this to me?' she thought, tears falling from her eyes. She went to back up, and tramped on a branch, getting the attention of the two.
Spike pulled away from Cordelia's possessive hold and noticed that Buffy had seen what he'd done. 'Bloody hell,' he thought.
"How c-could you Spike?" Buffy asked, choking on her words.
"You two are a couple? Since when?" Cordelia asked, but obviously knowing they were, a smile on her face. "When Spike told me to meet him here, I thought he just wanted to talk about school. Not have a make out session right in the middle of the parking lot!"
"But you. . ." 'Told me to meet you here,' she thought. 'Did he plan this? Is this his way of telling me its over? Just when I was ready to fully trust him?' "Stay away from me Spike. I never want to see your disgusting face again!" Buffy yelled before turning and running off.
"Buffy! Wait!" he yelled, and was about to go after her when Cordelia grabbed his arm.
"You heard her. she doesn't want you to follow her. Come with me," she said, walking over to the driver's side of her car. "We'll have fun."
"You set this up, didn't you Cordelia? You told her to meet me here, like you told me . . . But I thought it was her."
"She doesn't deserve you Spike. I do."
"You don't deserve anyone Cordelia. At least no one with a beating heart," he told her coldly before walking off.
"Well isn't this great," she sighed.
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.
~~**~~
Buffy opened her eyes, stretching her arms out across her bed. She smiled when she remembered what had happened earlier that night. 'But where's Spike at?' she thought, sitting up. 'He wouldn't just leave without telling me, would he?'
Standing up, she made her way out the door and down the stairs to look for Spike. She turned the corner to the kitchen and found him sitting on one of the stools, drinking a glass of water. He looked up at her when she entered the room and she sat down next to him.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I . . ."
"No, its fine. You could have had something besides water," Buffy said.
"I know. There just was hardly anything there."
"That would be the result of having Dean in the house. He's a pain, but sometimes he's not so freaky."
"Dean?"
"You know, Willow's brother. He's staying here until . . . Well supposedly until he found some other place to stay, but I don't think he's really been looking . . ."
"Right."
"How long was I asleep for?"
"An hour or two. 'S only ten. You looked so beautiful, didn't want to wake you. Sorry luv," he said.
"Don't be sorry . . . What did you do while I was sleeping? Drink?"
"I watched you."
"That must have been great fun," Buffy said sarcastically.
"It was," he said seriously. "You're amazing to look at."
"I should have known," she said, standing.
"Known?" he asked, confused. Walking over to her, he cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her to look at him.
"That all you were interested in was my body."
"I-I didn't mean . . . 'S just . . . You're beautiful Buffy, on the outside and in. I can't help being attracted to you physically. But that's not all I'm interested in. I like that sexy little brain of yours too luv," he said, kissing her forehead.
She smiled and kissed him softly. "You should get going. It's late and we have school tomorrow. I'll just . . . See you then."
"You're right. I love you," he said, kissing her on the cheek before disappearing out of the room.
Buffy heard the door close and sat back down on the stool. She traced her finger out of the top of the glass Spike had been drinking out of. 'I think I'm in love.'
~~**~~
Cordelia Chase sat on the stairs of Sunnydale High School, her friend Harmony by her side.
"Do you really think it will work? Buffy's pretty smart," Cordelia said. "Tell anyone I said that, and you will regret it."
"Don't worry. Everything will go just as planned."
"Well, it better happen soon. I'm getting impatient. And you know what I'm like when I don't get what I want when I want it."
~~**~~
Buffy walked into her computer class and took her usual seat. She looked around and spotted Spike with his friends. He smiled at her and she smiled back. 'So much for a public relationship,' Buffy thought.
She logged on to the computer and signed into her student email. She didn't expect to find anything in there. Maybe she was hoping Spike had sent her an apology about keeping them a secret, instead of what he had said.
She was surprised when she saw there was an email . . . From Spike. 'He does know me,' she thought, smiling. Opening the email, she began to read.
~ Meet me in the school parking lot at the beginning of lunch ~
'That's it?' she thought. 'I guess he was in a hurry.'
~~**~~
The bell for lunch rang and Buffy walked out of her classroom. She planned on going to the parking lot to see what Spike wanted, and then going to meet Willow for the rest of lunch. 'What could he possibly need to talk about?' she thought as she made her way closer. She noticed Cordelia's red convertible parked, half hidden by a tree. Looking around, she didn't see Spike anywhere else, so figured he must be around her car.
Walking closer, she stopped dead in her tracks when she realized what was going on in front of her. 'Is that Spike? Spike and . . . Cordelia? How could he do this to me?' she thought, tears falling from her eyes. She went to back up, and tramped on a branch, getting the attention of the two.
Spike pulled away from Cordelia's possessive hold and noticed that Buffy had seen what he'd done. 'Bloody hell,' he thought.
"How c-could you Spike?" Buffy asked, choking on her words.
"You two are a couple? Since when?" Cordelia asked, but obviously knowing they were, a smile on her face. "When Spike told me to meet him here, I thought he just wanted to talk about school. Not have a make out session right in the middle of the parking lot!"
"But you. . ." 'Told me to meet you here,' she thought. 'Did he plan this? Is this his way of telling me its over? Just when I was ready to fully trust him?' "Stay away from me Spike. I never want to see your disgusting face again!" Buffy yelled before turning and running off.
"Buffy! Wait!" he yelled, and was about to go after her when Cordelia grabbed his arm.
"You heard her. she doesn't want you to follow her. Come with me," she said, walking over to the driver's side of her car. "We'll have fun."
"You set this up, didn't you Cordelia? You told her to meet me here, like you told me . . . But I thought it was her."
"She doesn't deserve you Spike. I do."
"You don't deserve anyone Cordelia. At least no one with a beating heart," he told her coldly before walking off.
"Well isn't this great," she sighed.