Spike was staring at Buffy, again. She was talking with Willow and Tara.
She seemed to be getting friendly with them. Why was he doing this? He
didn't know. He didn't even have a lame excuse.
"Hey Spikey," a voice called from behind him. He turned around reluctantly not wanting to break his staring at Buffy. "Hey, Harm," he said to the preppy blonde. "So, Blondie Bear, I was wondering..." The bell rang. 'Thank GOD!' Spike thought. "Sorry, Harmony, bloody class calls." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "It's okay Spikey, we can talk later." He rolled his eyes and went to class, this being the first time he actually wanted to go.
"Who's that?" Buffy asked the two girls who stood before her. Willow answered, "Oh, that's just Harmony. She is like, so in love with Spike." Buffy wrinkled her brow, "Is he in love with her, because he has never mentioned her at all and..." Tara and Willow smiled. "Nope. Spike is single. Harmony is desperate and annoying. She thinks he is in love with her. I think it's cute." Buffy saw red when she gave Spike a kiss, she didn't know why. "Yea. Yea. Cute." The bell rang. "Ah. Class, what a pain in the ass."
It had become a habit for Buffy to sit with Spike's friends during lunch; they were friendly and very kind to her. Anya was the most outspoken of the group, talking about sex openly and being very straightforward. Xander was more of the laid back friend, who was very trustworthy and loyal. Willow was the smart, brainy type, while Tara was sweet and quiet with the group.
Buffy never talked about her life before she came to London. If anyone would ask her, she would just try to avoid it. They finally got the point that they were never going to get any information out of her, so they stopped asking.
"I swear, Mr. Snyder is PMSing. He saw Tara and I holding hands and he went ballistic," Willow said while munching on a cookie. "He's not into the whole modern gay thing yet, Will," Xander stated. "Guess you're right, but don't all men love lesbians?" A couple coughs came from Xander and Spike all the girls giggled. "So, Buff, you going to Parker's party?" Xander asked. Buffy bit her lip nervously. Her mash potatoed spoon was far more interesting than the question asked. "I-I don't know. Me and parties don't mix. The alcohol and the people...it's just a big no-no." She laughed nervously. "Come on, Buffster, it will be fun. There's music and booze and funness all around." Buffy began to play with her spoon again. "I'll see. I'm not much of a partier..." she looked at the faces all around, begging. "I'll try, okay. I might have something else to do." Anya snorted and Xander slapped her. "I just don't like parties, okay?" she said with a hint of anger. Anya rolled her eyes, "Yea. What happened that made you so boring? Did someone stick a stick up your ass?" Xander looked at Anya with shock on his face. No one said a thing. "I-I have to go," she softly said, it was so soft that no one heard her. Buffy put her half eaten lunch in the trashcan and ran out.
"Buffy wait," Spike called, but he was too late she already went into the bathroom. He walked back to the table. "Good job, Ahn." Anya narrowed her eyes at him, "It's not my fault that she isn't fun! I didn't know she was going to take it so hard. What's her problem anyway?" Xander just covered his face. Spike got angry. He said loudly, "Do you gits ever think of why she bloody came here? Did it even sodding cross your mind, Anyanka, why she doesn't let people touch her? Huh? Have you eve' thought?" He never felt this way before. Anya got quiet. "No," she whispered.
She scampered to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. The wet streams under her eyes where overflowing. "God, she's right," she sighed. Why did she care what Anya thought? She didn't know. It was the truth and it affected her somehow. Angel still had a grasp on her life. No matter how hard she tried, he would always control her.
"She is like such a freak, ya know?" a brunette said while opening the door to the bathroom. "I know! Why does Spike like her, I will never know!" said that Harmony girl. Buffy backed into the stall and sat down on the toilet. She listened intently. "He actually likes her? He told you?" the brunette asked while fixing her eye shadow. "Cordy, I don't need his word on it. I see him staring at her. He gets this cute look in his eyes that is disgusting. 'Cause I want him to look at me like that, ya know?" She was pulling her hair into a bun. "Yes, I totally get it, Harm!" She wined, "How can I make him mine?" Cordy put her hands on Harmony's shoulders. "Look. I hear he is going to Parker's party. I will make you so hot, that he couldn't resist you, I promise. Now, let's go." They left the bathroom, but not before they flipped their hair over their shoulders and then let out a preppy sigh.
Tara passed the two girls on her way to the bathroom. "Buffy?" she called. She noticed the feet in one of the stalls. She opened the door and saw the upset girl who's hands where holding her sadden face. "Anya didn't mean that," Tara said. Buffy sniffed. "It's-It's not Anya's fault." She looked down at her shoes. "She's right in a way." Tara questioned her, "What do you mean?" Buffy, for the first time, looked into Tara's eyes. Tara squatted in front of her and secured a piece of hair behind her ears. "It's just-It's just that," Buffy's mind drifted to the goals that she started when she got here. 'Keep everything a secret.' She hadn't been doing that. She already told Giles and Spike, should she tell Tara? "It's-It's nothing." Tara noticed that something was wrong with her. "You can tell me anything. You know that right?" Buffy weakly smiled. "Yea. I know. It's just that, I can't. Not now, anyways." Tara's finger caressed her face. "It's okay." Buffy stood up and fixed her face. "Stupid redness," she paused. "I want to go to this party and I want to have a good time." Tara smiled, "Are you sure?" Buffy nodded, "As long as I have fun!"
"Do you want some more beer?" Parker asked Buffy. "Yea, I'd love some," she smiled. "You are so cute when you smile," he said while rubbing her face with his finger. Her heart fluttered. Maybe there was hope after Angel. She was really having fun at the party. She had about five or seven or maybe six cups of beer. She didn't keep track. Parker just kept them coming.
Buffy was wearing a long blue jean skirt, with a long slit in the bag. A bright yellow jacket went on top of a loose white shirt. She looked good, but not slutty, which is the look she was going for.
Spike kept an eye over Buffy. He did not trust Parker at all. He was trying to get over to her and take her home before she did something that she regretted, but Harmony had her paws all over him.
Harmony looked extra exposed for the party. She wore a tight red, spaghetti strap dress that went to mid thigh. Her hair was draped on her back in big curls, which had slim black highlights running through her hair. Her make up was dark and smoky. To put it simply she looked like a hoe, but so did many other girls at the party.
"Spikey, I was wonderin..." she said. "Damn you Xander! This was a very expensive Prada! What were you thinking?" she screamed while trying to clean up the spill on her dress. "I am so sorry Harm. I didn't even notice you where there," he said sarcastically. Harmony stomped into the kitchen angry as hell. "Thanks man," Spike said while rising his glass. "No problem man. I saw that ya looked desperate." Xander sipped on his drink. "So man, what's the deal between you and Buffy?" Spike coughed, "What ya mean, mate?" Xander casually said, "Well, it's just that, I know ya' man and I know that stupid git look on your face." Spike sat down on the stair step, holding his drink in-between his legs. "What?" Spike asked. "It's just that, you two seem very close and I know that you normally don't get that close." Spike leaned his head back and sighed. "I don't bloody know, man. I just feel like such a nancy boy." Xander patted Spike on his shoulder. "It's okay, man. Every guy has to be nancy, once and a while."
Parker was getting Buffy nice and drunk. He started to like this girl. She was hot, sexy and had a nice ass. Oh yea, he was definitely going to get into this girl's pants.
"You want to dance?" he asked Buffy. She giggled, "Yea, I'd love too." He pulled Buffy out onto the floor. "Dragula" by Rob Zombie was playing. To Buffy the room seemed to be spinning from all the alcohol in her system, which made the already sexy song seem erotic. She started to sway back and forth, keeping her distance from Parker. He noticed the, to him, huge gap between them and pulled her closer to his body. She started to panic, but calmed down when she got too hazy to fight.
His hands seemed to be all over the place. She was getting uncomfortable with all the touchiness. "You dance so good, baby," he cooed into her ear. She didn't like the way his voice sounded in her ear, or how close he was to her face, or the fact that his hands where running down her back to her butt. She put his hands back onto her waist, but he slid them down again. "No," she said more weakly then she meant. She wanted to sound demanding, she wanted to sound fierce, but that isn't what came out. "Why baby?" he said while rotating her hips around. "Because I don't-I don't feel comfortable." He rolled his eyes, "Then why did you drink all that beer baby?" She backed away from him as quick as she could, "Because I wanted to have fun, but not this type of fun."
"Buffy, just calm down. Look," he said while lifting his hands in the air, "I am not touching you." She smiled and slipped back into his grasp.
"Look at that stupid bloke with his hands all over that chit," Spike said while pointing to a couple on the floor. "Spike, you do know that is Buffy, right?" Spike raised his eyebrow. "With Parker. She's dancing with Parker." Spike suddenly was outraged. His eyes left her for a second...
Buffy rested her tired head on Parker's upper chest. She was starting to see two of him and her mind was hurting. Just when she thought he was being more of a gentleman, he came in to kiss her. She pulled her head back, so he only kissed her forehead. She backed up and looked at him. Anger was shooting from his eyes, and she hugged herself while walking away farther. He caught up with her and grabbed her arm harshly. "Let go," she commanded, not letting fear come over her.
Xander and Spike saw what happened. "What are you waiting for, man? Go help her out!" Spike didn't ask twice, he stood up and walked over to the scene. He just wanted to make sure that she didn't get hurt. He didn't want to interfere.
He grinned vilely, "What are you going to do, huh?" She squinted her eyes and jabbed him in the arm. He moaned in pain and let go of her arm. "Gonna fight back, are we? How...stupid of you." He was pissed now. No girl could beat him up!
She was starting to get dizzy. She put her clenched hands in front of her face, "Looks like." He laughed and stated to the crowd forming around him, "I'm not going to hit a girl! That's just wrong. Especially one who is as puny as you." She got livid. She punched him in the nose. "I am not puny!"
Her body became slower in movement and Spike noticed it. She had too much beer in her system; she was going to crash soon. He attacked her ruthlessly. Being a girl was not a matter anymore. He pulled her to her knees and forced her to stay there. With all the strength she had, she stood up, and kicked him in the groin. He screamed in pain and she fainted on the ground. Spike went over and picked her up. He needed to get her home.
"Hey Spikey," a voice called from behind him. He turned around reluctantly not wanting to break his staring at Buffy. "Hey, Harm," he said to the preppy blonde. "So, Blondie Bear, I was wondering..." The bell rang. 'Thank GOD!' Spike thought. "Sorry, Harmony, bloody class calls." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "It's okay Spikey, we can talk later." He rolled his eyes and went to class, this being the first time he actually wanted to go.
"Who's that?" Buffy asked the two girls who stood before her. Willow answered, "Oh, that's just Harmony. She is like, so in love with Spike." Buffy wrinkled her brow, "Is he in love with her, because he has never mentioned her at all and..." Tara and Willow smiled. "Nope. Spike is single. Harmony is desperate and annoying. She thinks he is in love with her. I think it's cute." Buffy saw red when she gave Spike a kiss, she didn't know why. "Yea. Yea. Cute." The bell rang. "Ah. Class, what a pain in the ass."
It had become a habit for Buffy to sit with Spike's friends during lunch; they were friendly and very kind to her. Anya was the most outspoken of the group, talking about sex openly and being very straightforward. Xander was more of the laid back friend, who was very trustworthy and loyal. Willow was the smart, brainy type, while Tara was sweet and quiet with the group.
Buffy never talked about her life before she came to London. If anyone would ask her, she would just try to avoid it. They finally got the point that they were never going to get any information out of her, so they stopped asking.
"I swear, Mr. Snyder is PMSing. He saw Tara and I holding hands and he went ballistic," Willow said while munching on a cookie. "He's not into the whole modern gay thing yet, Will," Xander stated. "Guess you're right, but don't all men love lesbians?" A couple coughs came from Xander and Spike all the girls giggled. "So, Buff, you going to Parker's party?" Xander asked. Buffy bit her lip nervously. Her mash potatoed spoon was far more interesting than the question asked. "I-I don't know. Me and parties don't mix. The alcohol and the people...it's just a big no-no." She laughed nervously. "Come on, Buffster, it will be fun. There's music and booze and funness all around." Buffy began to play with her spoon again. "I'll see. I'm not much of a partier..." she looked at the faces all around, begging. "I'll try, okay. I might have something else to do." Anya snorted and Xander slapped her. "I just don't like parties, okay?" she said with a hint of anger. Anya rolled her eyes, "Yea. What happened that made you so boring? Did someone stick a stick up your ass?" Xander looked at Anya with shock on his face. No one said a thing. "I-I have to go," she softly said, it was so soft that no one heard her. Buffy put her half eaten lunch in the trashcan and ran out.
"Buffy wait," Spike called, but he was too late she already went into the bathroom. He walked back to the table. "Good job, Ahn." Anya narrowed her eyes at him, "It's not my fault that she isn't fun! I didn't know she was going to take it so hard. What's her problem anyway?" Xander just covered his face. Spike got angry. He said loudly, "Do you gits ever think of why she bloody came here? Did it even sodding cross your mind, Anyanka, why she doesn't let people touch her? Huh? Have you eve' thought?" He never felt this way before. Anya got quiet. "No," she whispered.
She scampered to the bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. The wet streams under her eyes where overflowing. "God, she's right," she sighed. Why did she care what Anya thought? She didn't know. It was the truth and it affected her somehow. Angel still had a grasp on her life. No matter how hard she tried, he would always control her.
"She is like such a freak, ya know?" a brunette said while opening the door to the bathroom. "I know! Why does Spike like her, I will never know!" said that Harmony girl. Buffy backed into the stall and sat down on the toilet. She listened intently. "He actually likes her? He told you?" the brunette asked while fixing her eye shadow. "Cordy, I don't need his word on it. I see him staring at her. He gets this cute look in his eyes that is disgusting. 'Cause I want him to look at me like that, ya know?" She was pulling her hair into a bun. "Yes, I totally get it, Harm!" She wined, "How can I make him mine?" Cordy put her hands on Harmony's shoulders. "Look. I hear he is going to Parker's party. I will make you so hot, that he couldn't resist you, I promise. Now, let's go." They left the bathroom, but not before they flipped their hair over their shoulders and then let out a preppy sigh.
Tara passed the two girls on her way to the bathroom. "Buffy?" she called. She noticed the feet in one of the stalls. She opened the door and saw the upset girl who's hands where holding her sadden face. "Anya didn't mean that," Tara said. Buffy sniffed. "It's-It's not Anya's fault." She looked down at her shoes. "She's right in a way." Tara questioned her, "What do you mean?" Buffy, for the first time, looked into Tara's eyes. Tara squatted in front of her and secured a piece of hair behind her ears. "It's just-It's just that," Buffy's mind drifted to the goals that she started when she got here. 'Keep everything a secret.' She hadn't been doing that. She already told Giles and Spike, should she tell Tara? "It's-It's nothing." Tara noticed that something was wrong with her. "You can tell me anything. You know that right?" Buffy weakly smiled. "Yea. I know. It's just that, I can't. Not now, anyways." Tara's finger caressed her face. "It's okay." Buffy stood up and fixed her face. "Stupid redness," she paused. "I want to go to this party and I want to have a good time." Tara smiled, "Are you sure?" Buffy nodded, "As long as I have fun!"
"Do you want some more beer?" Parker asked Buffy. "Yea, I'd love some," she smiled. "You are so cute when you smile," he said while rubbing her face with his finger. Her heart fluttered. Maybe there was hope after Angel. She was really having fun at the party. She had about five or seven or maybe six cups of beer. She didn't keep track. Parker just kept them coming.
Buffy was wearing a long blue jean skirt, with a long slit in the bag. A bright yellow jacket went on top of a loose white shirt. She looked good, but not slutty, which is the look she was going for.
Spike kept an eye over Buffy. He did not trust Parker at all. He was trying to get over to her and take her home before she did something that she regretted, but Harmony had her paws all over him.
Harmony looked extra exposed for the party. She wore a tight red, spaghetti strap dress that went to mid thigh. Her hair was draped on her back in big curls, which had slim black highlights running through her hair. Her make up was dark and smoky. To put it simply she looked like a hoe, but so did many other girls at the party.
"Spikey, I was wonderin..." she said. "Damn you Xander! This was a very expensive Prada! What were you thinking?" she screamed while trying to clean up the spill on her dress. "I am so sorry Harm. I didn't even notice you where there," he said sarcastically. Harmony stomped into the kitchen angry as hell. "Thanks man," Spike said while rising his glass. "No problem man. I saw that ya looked desperate." Xander sipped on his drink. "So man, what's the deal between you and Buffy?" Spike coughed, "What ya mean, mate?" Xander casually said, "Well, it's just that, I know ya' man and I know that stupid git look on your face." Spike sat down on the stair step, holding his drink in-between his legs. "What?" Spike asked. "It's just that, you two seem very close and I know that you normally don't get that close." Spike leaned his head back and sighed. "I don't bloody know, man. I just feel like such a nancy boy." Xander patted Spike on his shoulder. "It's okay, man. Every guy has to be nancy, once and a while."
Parker was getting Buffy nice and drunk. He started to like this girl. She was hot, sexy and had a nice ass. Oh yea, he was definitely going to get into this girl's pants.
"You want to dance?" he asked Buffy. She giggled, "Yea, I'd love too." He pulled Buffy out onto the floor. "Dragula" by Rob Zombie was playing. To Buffy the room seemed to be spinning from all the alcohol in her system, which made the already sexy song seem erotic. She started to sway back and forth, keeping her distance from Parker. He noticed the, to him, huge gap between them and pulled her closer to his body. She started to panic, but calmed down when she got too hazy to fight.
His hands seemed to be all over the place. She was getting uncomfortable with all the touchiness. "You dance so good, baby," he cooed into her ear. She didn't like the way his voice sounded in her ear, or how close he was to her face, or the fact that his hands where running down her back to her butt. She put his hands back onto her waist, but he slid them down again. "No," she said more weakly then she meant. She wanted to sound demanding, she wanted to sound fierce, but that isn't what came out. "Why baby?" he said while rotating her hips around. "Because I don't-I don't feel comfortable." He rolled his eyes, "Then why did you drink all that beer baby?" She backed away from him as quick as she could, "Because I wanted to have fun, but not this type of fun."
"Buffy, just calm down. Look," he said while lifting his hands in the air, "I am not touching you." She smiled and slipped back into his grasp.
"Look at that stupid bloke with his hands all over that chit," Spike said while pointing to a couple on the floor. "Spike, you do know that is Buffy, right?" Spike raised his eyebrow. "With Parker. She's dancing with Parker." Spike suddenly was outraged. His eyes left her for a second...
Buffy rested her tired head on Parker's upper chest. She was starting to see two of him and her mind was hurting. Just when she thought he was being more of a gentleman, he came in to kiss her. She pulled her head back, so he only kissed her forehead. She backed up and looked at him. Anger was shooting from his eyes, and she hugged herself while walking away farther. He caught up with her and grabbed her arm harshly. "Let go," she commanded, not letting fear come over her.
Xander and Spike saw what happened. "What are you waiting for, man? Go help her out!" Spike didn't ask twice, he stood up and walked over to the scene. He just wanted to make sure that she didn't get hurt. He didn't want to interfere.
He grinned vilely, "What are you going to do, huh?" She squinted her eyes and jabbed him in the arm. He moaned in pain and let go of her arm. "Gonna fight back, are we? How...stupid of you." He was pissed now. No girl could beat him up!
She was starting to get dizzy. She put her clenched hands in front of her face, "Looks like." He laughed and stated to the crowd forming around him, "I'm not going to hit a girl! That's just wrong. Especially one who is as puny as you." She got livid. She punched him in the nose. "I am not puny!"
Her body became slower in movement and Spike noticed it. She had too much beer in her system; she was going to crash soon. He attacked her ruthlessly. Being a girl was not a matter anymore. He pulled her to her knees and forced her to stay there. With all the strength she had, she stood up, and kicked him in the groin. He screamed in pain and she fainted on the ground. Spike went over and picked her up. He needed to get her home.