Title: The Bet
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's like by no one, except for her best friend Willow. Once upon a time Buffy used to be friends with the most popular guy in school, Spike Giles. But that was before he got his spotlight. Since then the two have barely spoken, and cant stand the sight of one another. Until Spike makes a bet with his friends that he can get Buffy to fall for him. What he doesn't plan, is that old feelings are brought back and he starts to fall for his childhood friend. The future of the existence of the two's relationship all relies on if Spike can keep the bet a secret. Will things turn out the way he wants? Or will he lose everything that makes him truly feel happy again?
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept for Dean (and people like him), he's mine =o)
.:a/n:. There wont be a lot of drama when she finds out. She isn't going to be too upset, and the rest you'll just have to read to find out. Thanks for the reviews.
~~**~~
It was the morning of school; Buffy was in her bathroom getting ready. She was wearing the first outfit she had found the other day. She had offered to lend Willow one too, but she declined. She said it was Buffy's style, not hers.
Buffy finished up with a bit of pink eye shadow before putting her hair back. Willow was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, packing her books into her bag.
"So, you already for your first day as new Buffy?"
"I am, I don't know if everyone else is," Buffy said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Since when does it matter if they're ready or not? I'm sure Spike's jaw is going to drop when he sees you."
"You think?"
"I know," Willow said, standing. "Speaking of Spike, is he coming to get us this morning or not? We have like five minutes before class goes in."
"He'll be here. Lets go downstairs though, maybe we can get something in our tummies before he does get here."
~~**~~
The doorbell rang and Buffy and Willow both went to it. They new it was Spike, so they had their bags and were ready to go.
When Buffy opened the door, she had a smile on her face, hoping Spike would like her new look.
His jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He had expected to open the door to the normal, gothic Buffy that he loved. But when he saw her dressed in those clothes, he couldn't help but like it.
"Buffy?" he choked out. "What happened . . ."
"You don't like it? I knew it," Buffy sighed.
"No, I like it. I really like it. It's just . . . Not your usual choice of clothing luv. That's all."
"I know. Willow took me shopping. But its what I want Spike. I like it. I guess the black, was a phase. Or a rebellion. This is the real Buffy."
"I always liked her," he said, smiling.
"So cute. But we have to get to school, so if you could cut it short . . . I'd appreciate it," Willow said, walking by the two.
Buffy smiled and closed the house door behind her. She followed Spike over to his car and slid inside.
~~**~~
Buffy opened the door to her classroom. She poked her head inside and when she noticed that the teacher wasn't there yet, she slipped inside, Spike behind her.
"If it isn't the two lovebirds," Riley said as they passed his computer. "Buffy, if I didn't know you, I may think you were actually popular."
"Thanks Ri," Buffy said sarcastically, taking her seat next to Spike.
"Don't let him get to you pet. He just wants to get under your skin."
"He's not getting under anything of mine. Its cool, I'm cool, everything's cool," Buffy said.
"Buffy Summers, William Giles, you're late."
"But we-" Buffy started.
"Snuck in while I was returning a few books at the library. I've already taken attendance."
"Do we get detention?" she asked.
"No, I'll let you off on a warning seeing as how you haven't been late before. But next time . . ."
"There wont be a next time," Buffy assured her.
"I'm glad to hear that," Ms. Calendar said. "Now, I've assigned another project. Its and individual project, but you can discuss it with your fellow classmates."
~~**~~
"Ugh, stupid projects," Buffy complained to Spike as the two walked into the cafeteria hand in hand.
"I'll help you with it," Spike said.
"Thanks, but it's not the project I have a problem with. It's the due date. I mean, three days. Don't you think she could have given us a little longer?"
"Its not that hard. All we have to do is create a comic strip. I'll do yours if you are to busy luv," Spike offered, sitting down next to her.
"Now that is why you're such a great boyfriend," she said. "But I wouldn't be too good a girlfriend if I let you do that. I can handle it. Or I can fail it. Either or is good."
"You're not going to fail. You're going to do this and you're going to get a good mark. And my offer still stands."
"Thank you," she said.
"Hey guys," Willow said, sitting down with them. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope. Just thanking Spike for being a good boyfriend."
"Oh, I see."
"Are you coming over after school?"
"Not today I'm afraid. Teacher plus bad mood equals lots of homework. Sorry," Willow said.
"Its fine. I guess I'll be chilling with Dean," she said, laughing. "Unless you want to come over Spike?"
"Course pet. Do you need a drive home Red?"
"If I'm wanted."
"Then I guess you're walking," Buffy said.
"Oh I love you too."
~~**~~
After Spike dropped Willow off at her house, they headed over to Buffy's. She opened the door and Spike followed her in to the kitchen. She leaned against the counter and watched as he came over to her.
"You want anything?" she asked.
"Only you," he said, leaning down and kissing her.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and he pulled her closer. Buffy was so lost in his kiss, she didn't hear the phone ringing. She let out a small sigh when his touch disappeared.
Opening her eyes, she realized that Spike was holding the phone, talking to whoever was on the line.
"What the hell? Spike, give me the phone," Buffy said, whining. "Who is it? Give it to me."
"It was nice to talk to you again Ms. Summers," he said, passing Buffy the phone.
"Mom, hi."
'Buffy, you never told me you and William were friends again. When did this happen?'
"Recently."
'Well that's great. Great. You two were so close when you were young, whatever happened?'
"Don't recall. Is there something you called for specifically?"
'No, just wanted to check up on my lonely daughter. But I guess you aren't so lonely.'
"Mom. Don't start thinking that. I know you liked Sp-William, but we're not . . ."
'Of course. Don't stay up too late, and don't have William over for too long either. I trust you, but not that much.'
"Thanks mom, great bond we have. I'll talk to you later." Buffy hung up the phone and turned to Spike. "Are you happy? My mother's convinced that we're together and she likes it."
"That's a bad thing?"
"Yes . . . No. Maybe. I don't know. It should be. She shouldn't like this."
"Because not having your mother's permission to date me is what we all want," Spike said sarcastically.
"Its just odd. She never liked any of my other boyfriends."
"That's cause they weren't me. Who doesn't love me?"
"Would you like that list now, or later?" Buffy joked.
"Very funny."
"I thought so. Now, where were we?" she asked, pulling him into a kiss.
~~**~~
Buffy laid on the sofa, content in Spike's arms. The television was on and there was a bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor, forgotten. Spike looked down at the top of Buffy's head, her blonde hair so golden. 'Should I tell her?' he thought. 'She deserves to know. But she'll hate me. She'll end this. She already gave me a second chance. But its better she hears it from me, and not someone else, right? Bloody hell.'
"Spike?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah pet?"
"Why are you staring at my head?" she asked.
"Excuse me?"
"I can see out of the corner of my eye. Plus, I have that feeling. That someone's staring at me. Specifically the back of my head."
"Oh. Well . . . I was thinking."
"About?"
"It doesn't matter," he said.
"No, tell me," she said, sitting at the end of the sofa. He moved so that he was facing her.
He took a deep breath. 'You can do this Spike.' "There's something. . . That I need to tell you."
"Go on," Buffy said.
"You know that I love you, and that I'd never mean to hurt you in any way, right?"
"Okay now you're scaring me. What's wrong?"
"I. . . You always questioned my motives for asking you out. I simply said it was because I liked you, and I do, I love you. But there's something that I need to tell you. My friends . . . They started a bet. A bet that I could get you to fall for me. I figured you were just another girl to add to the list. I didn't expect to fall in love with you. I'm sorry."
"Sorry that you fell in love with me, or sorry that you made the bet?"
"Sorry that I made the bet."
Buffy tried to fight back tears, but a few escaped. "Get out."
"Buffy please."
"You won, okay? Go run along, tell your friends! You won because guess what? I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, even though she I knew it was wrong. So there, you won your stupid bet. Now get out."
"Let me explain."
"Explain? Spike, you used me. I trusted you. I loved you."
"And I love you Buffy. The bet is over, it has been. It was never about the bet anyways. I did everything because I loved you. Maybe not at first, or maybe I did and just didn't know it. But now, I am completely in love with you. And I wont just get up and walk away. Not when I know you love me too."
"And what? You expect me to forgive you instantly? You're the only guy I ever let in, and. . . And you do this."
"I'm sorry. What can I do to show you that?"
"Just, leave me alone. I need to be alone," Buffy said, standing. "Please, just go."
"Okay, I'll go. Whenever you want to talk to me, you know where to find me luv," he said, trying to look her in the eye, but she turned her head. "Bye."
She closed the door behind him and slid down to the ground as the tears started falling unwillingly from her eyes.
~ Too dramatic? Too upset? Tell me and I'll fix it ~
Summary: Buffy is the outcast at Sunnydale High. She's like by no one, except for her best friend Willow. Once upon a time Buffy used to be friends with the most popular guy in school, Spike Giles. But that was before he got his spotlight. Since then the two have barely spoken, and cant stand the sight of one another. Until Spike makes a bet with his friends that he can get Buffy to fall for him. What he doesn't plan, is that old feelings are brought back and he starts to fall for his childhood friend. The future of the existence of the two's relationship all relies on if Spike can keep the bet a secret. Will things turn out the way he wants? Or will he lose everything that makes him truly feel happy again?
Disclaimer: They all belong to Joss. Cept for Dean (and people like him), he's mine =o)
.:a/n:. There wont be a lot of drama when she finds out. She isn't going to be too upset, and the rest you'll just have to read to find out. Thanks for the reviews.
~~**~~
It was the morning of school; Buffy was in her bathroom getting ready. She was wearing the first outfit she had found the other day. She had offered to lend Willow one too, but she declined. She said it was Buffy's style, not hers.
Buffy finished up with a bit of pink eye shadow before putting her hair back. Willow was in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, packing her books into her bag.
"So, you already for your first day as new Buffy?"
"I am, I don't know if everyone else is," Buffy said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Since when does it matter if they're ready or not? I'm sure Spike's jaw is going to drop when he sees you."
"You think?"
"I know," Willow said, standing. "Speaking of Spike, is he coming to get us this morning or not? We have like five minutes before class goes in."
"He'll be here. Lets go downstairs though, maybe we can get something in our tummies before he does get here."
~~**~~
The doorbell rang and Buffy and Willow both went to it. They new it was Spike, so they had their bags and were ready to go.
When Buffy opened the door, she had a smile on her face, hoping Spike would like her new look.
His jaw literally dropped when he saw her. He had expected to open the door to the normal, gothic Buffy that he loved. But when he saw her dressed in those clothes, he couldn't help but like it.
"Buffy?" he choked out. "What happened . . ."
"You don't like it? I knew it," Buffy sighed.
"No, I like it. I really like it. It's just . . . Not your usual choice of clothing luv. That's all."
"I know. Willow took me shopping. But its what I want Spike. I like it. I guess the black, was a phase. Or a rebellion. This is the real Buffy."
"I always liked her," he said, smiling.
"So cute. But we have to get to school, so if you could cut it short . . . I'd appreciate it," Willow said, walking by the two.
Buffy smiled and closed the house door behind her. She followed Spike over to his car and slid inside.
~~**~~
Buffy opened the door to her classroom. She poked her head inside and when she noticed that the teacher wasn't there yet, she slipped inside, Spike behind her.
"If it isn't the two lovebirds," Riley said as they passed his computer. "Buffy, if I didn't know you, I may think you were actually popular."
"Thanks Ri," Buffy said sarcastically, taking her seat next to Spike.
"Don't let him get to you pet. He just wants to get under your skin."
"He's not getting under anything of mine. Its cool, I'm cool, everything's cool," Buffy said.
"Buffy Summers, William Giles, you're late."
"But we-" Buffy started.
"Snuck in while I was returning a few books at the library. I've already taken attendance."
"Do we get detention?" she asked.
"No, I'll let you off on a warning seeing as how you haven't been late before. But next time . . ."
"There wont be a next time," Buffy assured her.
"I'm glad to hear that," Ms. Calendar said. "Now, I've assigned another project. Its and individual project, but you can discuss it with your fellow classmates."
~~**~~
"Ugh, stupid projects," Buffy complained to Spike as the two walked into the cafeteria hand in hand.
"I'll help you with it," Spike said.
"Thanks, but it's not the project I have a problem with. It's the due date. I mean, three days. Don't you think she could have given us a little longer?"
"Its not that hard. All we have to do is create a comic strip. I'll do yours if you are to busy luv," Spike offered, sitting down next to her.
"Now that is why you're such a great boyfriend," she said. "But I wouldn't be too good a girlfriend if I let you do that. I can handle it. Or I can fail it. Either or is good."
"You're not going to fail. You're going to do this and you're going to get a good mark. And my offer still stands."
"Thank you," she said.
"Hey guys," Willow said, sitting down with them. "Am I interrupting anything?"
"Nope. Just thanking Spike for being a good boyfriend."
"Oh, I see."
"Are you coming over after school?"
"Not today I'm afraid. Teacher plus bad mood equals lots of homework. Sorry," Willow said.
"Its fine. I guess I'll be chilling with Dean," she said, laughing. "Unless you want to come over Spike?"
"Course pet. Do you need a drive home Red?"
"If I'm wanted."
"Then I guess you're walking," Buffy said.
"Oh I love you too."
~~**~~
After Spike dropped Willow off at her house, they headed over to Buffy's. She opened the door and Spike followed her in to the kitchen. She leaned against the counter and watched as he came over to her.
"You want anything?" she asked.
"Only you," he said, leaning down and kissing her.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and he pulled her closer. Buffy was so lost in his kiss, she didn't hear the phone ringing. She let out a small sigh when his touch disappeared.
Opening her eyes, she realized that Spike was holding the phone, talking to whoever was on the line.
"What the hell? Spike, give me the phone," Buffy said, whining. "Who is it? Give it to me."
"It was nice to talk to you again Ms. Summers," he said, passing Buffy the phone.
"Mom, hi."
'Buffy, you never told me you and William were friends again. When did this happen?'
"Recently."
'Well that's great. Great. You two were so close when you were young, whatever happened?'
"Don't recall. Is there something you called for specifically?"
'No, just wanted to check up on my lonely daughter. But I guess you aren't so lonely.'
"Mom. Don't start thinking that. I know you liked Sp-William, but we're not . . ."
'Of course. Don't stay up too late, and don't have William over for too long either. I trust you, but not that much.'
"Thanks mom, great bond we have. I'll talk to you later." Buffy hung up the phone and turned to Spike. "Are you happy? My mother's convinced that we're together and she likes it."
"That's a bad thing?"
"Yes . . . No. Maybe. I don't know. It should be. She shouldn't like this."
"Because not having your mother's permission to date me is what we all want," Spike said sarcastically.
"Its just odd. She never liked any of my other boyfriends."
"That's cause they weren't me. Who doesn't love me?"
"Would you like that list now, or later?" Buffy joked.
"Very funny."
"I thought so. Now, where were we?" she asked, pulling him into a kiss.
~~**~~
Buffy laid on the sofa, content in Spike's arms. The television was on and there was a bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor, forgotten. Spike looked down at the top of Buffy's head, her blonde hair so golden. 'Should I tell her?' he thought. 'She deserves to know. But she'll hate me. She'll end this. She already gave me a second chance. But its better she hears it from me, and not someone else, right? Bloody hell.'
"Spike?" Buffy asked.
"Yeah pet?"
"Why are you staring at my head?" she asked.
"Excuse me?"
"I can see out of the corner of my eye. Plus, I have that feeling. That someone's staring at me. Specifically the back of my head."
"Oh. Well . . . I was thinking."
"About?"
"It doesn't matter," he said.
"No, tell me," she said, sitting at the end of the sofa. He moved so that he was facing her.
He took a deep breath. 'You can do this Spike.' "There's something. . . That I need to tell you."
"Go on," Buffy said.
"You know that I love you, and that I'd never mean to hurt you in any way, right?"
"Okay now you're scaring me. What's wrong?"
"I. . . You always questioned my motives for asking you out. I simply said it was because I liked you, and I do, I love you. But there's something that I need to tell you. My friends . . . They started a bet. A bet that I could get you to fall for me. I figured you were just another girl to add to the list. I didn't expect to fall in love with you. I'm sorry."
"Sorry that you fell in love with me, or sorry that you made the bet?"
"Sorry that I made the bet."
Buffy tried to fight back tears, but a few escaped. "Get out."
"Buffy please."
"You won, okay? Go run along, tell your friends! You won because guess what? I was stupid enough to fall in love with you, even though she I knew it was wrong. So there, you won your stupid bet. Now get out."
"Let me explain."
"Explain? Spike, you used me. I trusted you. I loved you."
"And I love you Buffy. The bet is over, it has been. It was never about the bet anyways. I did everything because I loved you. Maybe not at first, or maybe I did and just didn't know it. But now, I am completely in love with you. And I wont just get up and walk away. Not when I know you love me too."
"And what? You expect me to forgive you instantly? You're the only guy I ever let in, and. . . And you do this."
"I'm sorry. What can I do to show you that?"
"Just, leave me alone. I need to be alone," Buffy said, standing. "Please, just go."
"Okay, I'll go. Whenever you want to talk to me, you know where to find me luv," he said, trying to look her in the eye, but she turned her head. "Bye."
She closed the door behind him and slid down to the ground as the tears started falling unwillingly from her eyes.
~ Too dramatic? Too upset? Tell me and I'll fix it ~