.......a hand closed over mine and lifted the knife away. I tried to pull
back, without even looking up to see who it was, I just kept trying to get
the knife back to my skin, had to rid myself of the pain.
Finally, when I realized that the person connected to the hand was really strong and the knife wasn't budging I gave in and looked up towards the face that the hand belonged to.
"Hey luv, why are you doing that to your pretty little arm?"
It was Spike, the most popular guy in just about the whole school. Why he was even talking to me? Every girl adored him and all the guys thought he was so cool.
"Min' if I sit down?" he asked. I gave a slight tilt of my head to show that it didn't matter.
He sat and for the longest time neither of us said a word. The bell went to suggest that it was time to go to class but he didn't make any moves toward leaving so I stayed too.
Minutes passed slowly by and still we said nothing. I looked down at my arm at all the dried streaks of blood and a hot tear rolled slowly down my face. Spike put a hand up to wipe it away. I pulled away because suddenly I became very apprehensive of why he was comforting me.
My whole life had been full of bad things and when things did go right it suddenly went bad again. This was not a turn around in my luck; it was just a further excuse to be tormented by life. He was probably planning a joke between him and his friends. I pulled my hands away and stood up.
"Hey, where are you going?" Spike asked worried, "What did I do?"
"Oh don't think I don't know that this isn't a plan between you and your friends to make an even bigger fool out of me," I said, quite angrily. "Why else would you talk to me?"
"Listen love, I swear I'm not talking to you 'coz the others put me up to it. You just looked sad is all; wanted to se what was wrong."
"Well, I don't need your help!" I was indignant and still suspicious.
"Never said I was gunna help, just wanted to see what was wrong."
"Whatever." I sat down again next to him without saying anything else; until I gave in to my curiosity and asked him what I was dying to know:
"Spike, why are you here? Why did you stop me from cutting myself? The real reason"
"Ok, well ages ago, when I was living back in London, things weren't so good for me either; I had pretty much no friends and was a complete dork who just sat in the corner of the room writing really bad poetry about a girl I liked." He paused for a moment before adding: "If you tell anyone this I will rip your throat out. Anyway, all the kids used to beat me up and were really cruel, and finally things were so bad for me that I pretty much gave up on life itself. I cut my arms up way worse than you've done and one day I nearly died from blood loss. After that my mom and da' decided to move us to America for a fresh start. It was a new beginning for me so I changed my image and personality completely." He gestured to his clothes and hair.
"Anyway," he said "I like my new school and friends and attitude but that doesn't mean I will forget the past." He finished his story and leaned back letting his weight rest on his arms.
He didn't say anything else so it gave me time to think; I wondered: What was worse? Being shot by an arrow by your friends; or; continuing to stab yourself with the arrow after they have finished. Why torment myself as well as them?
I let these questions and other thoughts run through my head. I though about what had been happening; what I had done; and what my so called friends had done. So many thoughts and I didn't stop the flow of any of them; I thought about anything and everything.
Very suddenly, Spike stood up and pulled me up with him. I was about to protest but he said something:
"The bell's about to go, I figured you wouldn't wanna be around when that happens."
I let myself follow him out of the school and down the main road to a small, secluded coffee shop. I noticed that is was the same coffee shop that I had gone to earlier to get away from my school mates.
Spike led me in and sat me down at a table before ordering us some coffee.
"So luv, why don't you temporarily forget about today? What do you say?"
"Sure," I said, "Sounds good actually, I need a break from my life."
A waitress came past and put two lattes on the table. I reached for the sugar and at the same time Spike did. Our hands touched just above the sugar jar; and it seemed to me like the world stopped dead for a second. Electricity ran through our touch until finally Spike pulled away. He apologized and quickly changed the subject.
"So, you haven't been here for your whole life have you?"
"God no," I told him, "I used to live in L.A"
"Yeah, I thought you didn't seem like a regular small town girl."
"That's how all this stuff started you know, Glory spread the rumors and I used to know her in L.A."
"Hey! I thought we weren't talking about that," Spike said to me.
"Oh yeah, that's right," I said, sort of relieved yet in some way sort of annoyed that I couldn't get my feelings of my chest.
I realized that I wasn't paying attention to Spike's words because I was away with my thoughts so I tuned back into reality just in time to hear him say that he wanted to get to know me better so how about I tell him some stuff about me. My reply didn't answer him, only reversed the question:
"Well what about you Mr. secretive? You haven't said a whole lot about yourself, apart from your days in England. What sort of music do you like?"
"Well, I shouldn't be telling you since you were supposed to be telling me stuff about you not the other way round, I will tell you anyway; I like rock and metal music. Bit of a guitar player myself actually. Not to brag or anything." I laughed at that, a real laugh; I hadn't laughed in what seemed like ages.
"Not to brag hey? Are you any good?" I asked him genuinely.
"Yeah, I am fair good actually. I have played a few gigs down at the Bronze with a band called 'Dingoes at my Baby'."
"Cool, next time you play you have to invite me to come and watch." I said, and then regretted. That was practically asking him out on a date; god Buffy you idiot.
Spike took what she said very smoothly: "Sure, I'd love too."
I smiled at that and then looked down at my watch and nearly jumped out of my seat. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. School had been out for an hour.
"I should be getting home Spike." I told him, "But thanks for the coffee, and you know, everything else."
"No problem luv, want me to walk you home?"
"No, I'll be ok, thanks anyway."
I picked up my coat and walked out in to the cold air. Briskly I walked along the street in the direction of my house, hoping it wouldn't matter that I came home late.
I opened the door and started to head upstairs, and then I heard from the kitchen:
"Buffy Summers, get in here right now!"
Uh oh, I thought...
A/N: Hey guys! I am soooooo sorry for my complete lack of updating but it was birthday the other week and I have been doing a lot of stuff. Plus, school has decided to give me more homework than I can tolerate right now. I hope you are all still reading. Don't forget to review each chapter. I love reviews; they are my favorite thing in the world! Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter: Caylin, Liz, hells-angel01, chantel, Spuffy101, LilyRite, Lady Gwenlian, sexywendy, goldengirl736, J-ames and Natasha --- You guys rock!!
Finally, when I realized that the person connected to the hand was really strong and the knife wasn't budging I gave in and looked up towards the face that the hand belonged to.
"Hey luv, why are you doing that to your pretty little arm?"
It was Spike, the most popular guy in just about the whole school. Why he was even talking to me? Every girl adored him and all the guys thought he was so cool.
"Min' if I sit down?" he asked. I gave a slight tilt of my head to show that it didn't matter.
He sat and for the longest time neither of us said a word. The bell went to suggest that it was time to go to class but he didn't make any moves toward leaving so I stayed too.
Minutes passed slowly by and still we said nothing. I looked down at my arm at all the dried streaks of blood and a hot tear rolled slowly down my face. Spike put a hand up to wipe it away. I pulled away because suddenly I became very apprehensive of why he was comforting me.
My whole life had been full of bad things and when things did go right it suddenly went bad again. This was not a turn around in my luck; it was just a further excuse to be tormented by life. He was probably planning a joke between him and his friends. I pulled my hands away and stood up.
"Hey, where are you going?" Spike asked worried, "What did I do?"
"Oh don't think I don't know that this isn't a plan between you and your friends to make an even bigger fool out of me," I said, quite angrily. "Why else would you talk to me?"
"Listen love, I swear I'm not talking to you 'coz the others put me up to it. You just looked sad is all; wanted to se what was wrong."
"Well, I don't need your help!" I was indignant and still suspicious.
"Never said I was gunna help, just wanted to see what was wrong."
"Whatever." I sat down again next to him without saying anything else; until I gave in to my curiosity and asked him what I was dying to know:
"Spike, why are you here? Why did you stop me from cutting myself? The real reason"
"Ok, well ages ago, when I was living back in London, things weren't so good for me either; I had pretty much no friends and was a complete dork who just sat in the corner of the room writing really bad poetry about a girl I liked." He paused for a moment before adding: "If you tell anyone this I will rip your throat out. Anyway, all the kids used to beat me up and were really cruel, and finally things were so bad for me that I pretty much gave up on life itself. I cut my arms up way worse than you've done and one day I nearly died from blood loss. After that my mom and da' decided to move us to America for a fresh start. It was a new beginning for me so I changed my image and personality completely." He gestured to his clothes and hair.
"Anyway," he said "I like my new school and friends and attitude but that doesn't mean I will forget the past." He finished his story and leaned back letting his weight rest on his arms.
He didn't say anything else so it gave me time to think; I wondered: What was worse? Being shot by an arrow by your friends; or; continuing to stab yourself with the arrow after they have finished. Why torment myself as well as them?
I let these questions and other thoughts run through my head. I though about what had been happening; what I had done; and what my so called friends had done. So many thoughts and I didn't stop the flow of any of them; I thought about anything and everything.
Very suddenly, Spike stood up and pulled me up with him. I was about to protest but he said something:
"The bell's about to go, I figured you wouldn't wanna be around when that happens."
I let myself follow him out of the school and down the main road to a small, secluded coffee shop. I noticed that is was the same coffee shop that I had gone to earlier to get away from my school mates.
Spike led me in and sat me down at a table before ordering us some coffee.
"So luv, why don't you temporarily forget about today? What do you say?"
"Sure," I said, "Sounds good actually, I need a break from my life."
A waitress came past and put two lattes on the table. I reached for the sugar and at the same time Spike did. Our hands touched just above the sugar jar; and it seemed to me like the world stopped dead for a second. Electricity ran through our touch until finally Spike pulled away. He apologized and quickly changed the subject.
"So, you haven't been here for your whole life have you?"
"God no," I told him, "I used to live in L.A"
"Yeah, I thought you didn't seem like a regular small town girl."
"That's how all this stuff started you know, Glory spread the rumors and I used to know her in L.A."
"Hey! I thought we weren't talking about that," Spike said to me.
"Oh yeah, that's right," I said, sort of relieved yet in some way sort of annoyed that I couldn't get my feelings of my chest.
I realized that I wasn't paying attention to Spike's words because I was away with my thoughts so I tuned back into reality just in time to hear him say that he wanted to get to know me better so how about I tell him some stuff about me. My reply didn't answer him, only reversed the question:
"Well what about you Mr. secretive? You haven't said a whole lot about yourself, apart from your days in England. What sort of music do you like?"
"Well, I shouldn't be telling you since you were supposed to be telling me stuff about you not the other way round, I will tell you anyway; I like rock and metal music. Bit of a guitar player myself actually. Not to brag or anything." I laughed at that, a real laugh; I hadn't laughed in what seemed like ages.
"Not to brag hey? Are you any good?" I asked him genuinely.
"Yeah, I am fair good actually. I have played a few gigs down at the Bronze with a band called 'Dingoes at my Baby'."
"Cool, next time you play you have to invite me to come and watch." I said, and then regretted. That was practically asking him out on a date; god Buffy you idiot.
Spike took what she said very smoothly: "Sure, I'd love too."
I smiled at that and then looked down at my watch and nearly jumped out of my seat. I didn't realize how late it had gotten. School had been out for an hour.
"I should be getting home Spike." I told him, "But thanks for the coffee, and you know, everything else."
"No problem luv, want me to walk you home?"
"No, I'll be ok, thanks anyway."
I picked up my coat and walked out in to the cold air. Briskly I walked along the street in the direction of my house, hoping it wouldn't matter that I came home late.
I opened the door and started to head upstairs, and then I heard from the kitchen:
"Buffy Summers, get in here right now!"
Uh oh, I thought...
A/N: Hey guys! I am soooooo sorry for my complete lack of updating but it was birthday the other week and I have been doing a lot of stuff. Plus, school has decided to give me more homework than I can tolerate right now. I hope you are all still reading. Don't forget to review each chapter. I love reviews; they are my favorite thing in the world! Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter: Caylin, Liz, hells-angel01, chantel, Spuffy101, LilyRite, Lady Gwenlian, sexywendy, goldengirl736, J-ames and Natasha --- You guys rock!!