Chapter 9:A Surprising Phone Call
Buffy sat at the back of her history class, passing notes to Faith and Angel.
'Hey Faith, what d'you wanna do tonight?"
"I'm five by five B. What do you suggest?"
Buffy looked over at Angel scribbling on another bit of paper.
"Hey, Angel, wanna go to the Garage tonight?" She passed it to him and waited while he scanned the note, jotting down a reply
"Sure thing, babe."
she leaned in a little, then passed another note in the direction of Faith.
'The Garage. 8:30."
Faith nodded and Buffy leaned over to whisper to her.
"Make sure you bring the stuff with you." she instructed, trying to be as discreet as possible, but she wasn't discreet enough.
"Miss. Summers, do you have something you wish to share with the class?" Miss Collins, the teacher asked in a stern voice.
Buffy sniggered, looking straight at her "We were just saying that. Well this class... bites." she laughed as the teacher's face turned three different shades of red.
"Buffy Summers I am just about sick of your attitude." she yelled.
"Well then I guess we should excuse you to go to the bathroom."
The whole class laughed at that statement, the teacher erupted in rage.
"That is it, get out of my classroom. You can go to the principle." Buffy looked at her, shrugged her shoulders and stood up. As she made her way down the row Faith called out to her.
"Hey B, wait up, I'll come with you." she ran down to catch up.
"Me too." chimed Angel, getting up from his own seat and meeting them at the door, Buffy smiled at the teacher and then walked out the door.
"Who feels like going for a drive?" Buffy suggested as they walked down the hall.
Spike and Drusilla were sat in the coffee house, the same coffee house where he used to meet Buffy three times a week, and sometimes more than that in that last month. They weren't sitting in the same booth though, he couldn't bring himself to sit there with anyone who wasn't Buffy.
"Do you know what the pixies told me, my Spike?" Drusilla asked, a childlike smile on her face, Spike sighed. He still couldn't get used to the way she talked about the stars and pixies, but she was nice enough, a little crazy, but he did like her. So he always put his reservations to the back of his mind.
"What did the say, Luv?
"They said, my Spike, was going to take me dancing tonight."
Spike groaned "Dru, pet, I really don't feel like it tonight." he saw her begin to pout, it was the same look she got whenever she didn't get her way.
"Please Spike, won't you do it for princess." she leaned in closer and in her most seductive voice she said "I'll make it worth your while."
"Dru." he tried to protest, but she just fluttered her long eyelashes and he knew that there was no point in arguing. In the end she always got what she wanted.
"Alright, we'll go dancing." he agreed.
She broke into a smile again, bouncing in her seat clapping her hands. It was times like this that he realised just how childlike she really was.
Buffy squealed as the car tore down the street, headed for the secluded spot they went to often when they skipped. Buffy and Faith sat atop the seats of the convertible, throwing sultry looks to any guys who passed. They loved it, they kept it up until they got to the clearing, and Buffy and Faith both jumped out, waiting to be joined by Angel. They sat on the hood of the car, Angel came and sat beside them, pulling a joint from his jean pocket.
"Anyone want a smoke?" he offered as he lit it, Buffy reached her hand out taking it from him and taking a couple of long drags. She passed it on to Faith who did the same before returning it to Angel.
Spike put his arm around Drusilla as they entered the Bronze. From the door he scanned the club for an empty table. Spotting one in the corner he guided Drusilla towards it. They sat down across from one another, a sexy beat began to play and Drusilla swayed in her seat to the music.
"Oh Spike, do you hear the beautiful music?"
"Yes Dru, I can hear it." he said, trying not to get annoyed. It became tiresome when she was constantly acting like that.
"Come Spike," she said reaching her hand out to him "I want to dance." He didn't bother to resist, he allowed himself to be pulled into the crowd of dancers. She stood with her back pressed against his chest, one arm reached up, behind her to hold onto his neck. Spike held her by the neck as they swayed together to the song. Drusilla was lost to it. He let her go, she didn't notice and he went in search of a drink. On his way to the bar he saw a familiar head of red hair at a nearby table, and decided to go over and say hello. As he got closer he saw that she was alone.
"Hey Red." he said from behind her back, startling her a little, she looked over her shoulder and smiled a friendly smile when she saw him.
"Hey Spike," she greeted "sit down." she motioned to the seat beside her. He sat.
"No, whelp tonight?" he asked.
"No, we broke up." she said sadly.
"I'm sorry, it'll get better." he sympathised.
"Really?" she sounded anxious, but Spike couldn't lie to her.
"A little bit, over time." He promised. It was the best he could do. Willow could read his thoughts though.
"You still miss her." she stated.
"I do," he agreed "but, I'm not gonna see her again, not for a while anyway. Her life is there now" his voice was sad, but firm. He believed that what he said was the truth. "Have you spoken to her since she left?"
"No, it was too hard." he confided in her "I didn't want to, frankly I didn't want to deal with the pain of speaking to her and not being able to see her. To hold her."
"You should call."
"I can't." he was determined on that matter. He wanted to move on.
"You should call," Willow said more firmly "it may not change anything, it could change everything. Where's your cell phone?"
Spike reached into his pocket pulling out the phone, holding it towards Willow, she played around for a few minutes pressing a few buttons then gave it back.
"That's her number," she told him "I suggest you use it." she got up, kissed his cheek and walked out.
Joyce walked through the house picking up her mail, she was on her way out but wanted to see any important letters first. Her eye caught one from Buffy's school, with a wary sigh she ripped the letter open. As she read the details of abusive and rude behaviour, skipping classes and the like she shook her head.
"Not again." she said quietly to herself.
She decided she would have to deal with it later, she reached out to lift her keys from the hall table but they weren't there. She guessed Buffy had taken the wrong ones again, and went in search of Buffy's bag to get the spare set, As she rummaged she came across a smell plastic bag with a note attached.
'Ecstasy: 4 tablets' Joyce's hand clasped over her mouth, she felt sick. She knew Buffy had gotten involved with some bad kids but she had never suspected that. She sat down on the couch, she had to think about what she was going to do, and she had to make a call.
Buffy pulled Angel into the cubicle, the door was barely closed before she undid his zipper and pulled them down around his knees. She then hitched up her short leather skirt and pulled her thong aside. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him passionately as she sank down on him. He switched them round so that he could sit on the toilet seat, allowing Buffy to ride him.
Three girls walked into the toilet of the club, giggling. As soon as they entered they heard a series of loud gasps and moans. They looked at each other, scrunching their noses up, before motioning to the door, and leaving again.
Buffy was riding Angel for all he was worth. They were panting for breath as she thrust repeatedly up and down on him. She pulled him into a kiss, but was stunned out of it when her phone rang.
"Ignore it." Angel said, trying to control his voice.
"I can't," she panted "might be my mom."
She reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the phone flipping it open
"Hello." she said breathily.
"Buffy?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Spike." she gasped.
"You alright pet?" he asked concerned.
Buffy never stopped her movements, continuing to ride Angel, trying to hide their moans "Yeah, fine."
"You sure."
"I'm, ungh great." she insisted, biting her lip to suppress a moan. She held onto Angel's shoulders, letting him thrust up into her.
"Good, I just wanted to call and say, hey." he told her "See how things were there."
"Things are," she paused a moment to bite down on Angel's shoulder to hide the noises she was making "going fine." she continued. "How have you been?" Angel was thrusting furiously mow, he reached a hand between them, rubbing her clit, she thrust back into him
"I'm doing good. I was speaking to Willow earlier."
"Oh, ok." she was struggling now, so close she couldn't believe she was holding the sounds in.
"Yeah, and I wanted to tell you that I got an internship at the high school."
Buffy bucked wildly against Angel, she couldn't hold back any longer "That's great, Spike." she gasped as she came. She couldn't help but realise that it was once again his name on her lips, no matter what the circumstances. She suddenly was overwhelmed by guilt and she grasped the necklace he gave her, she got off Angel rearranging her clothes
"And Buffy," Spike went on "I miss you."
"I miss you too." she said quietly.
"Well, I better go, bye. Take care of yourself, Luv."
"Bye Spike, you too." she pressed the off button, "Can you take me home please?" she said to Angel. The entire car drive was made without her speaking a word.
When she walked into her house she saw her mom and sister on the couch, when she saw Buffy come in Joyce looked pointedly at Dawn.
"Dawn, go upstairs please." For a change, the girl didn't argue. She did as she was told. Buffy knew then that something was seriously wrong. She waited for her mom to explain. No words were used, Joyce held up the pills, and Buffy turned pale.
"Mom I-"
"Don't even try." Joyce said in a deathly calm voice, which worried Buffy more than If she would have screamed "You cannot talk your way out of this one Buffy. You've become worse than you were when we first moved away from here. I thought coming back here might be good for you."
"Mom," Buffy interrupted "you took me away from everything that was important to me when we left Sunnydale. I like my friends her, they're different, but those people were important."
Joyce looked her daughter square in the eye "You'll be happy then, we're going back. Because things couldn't possibly be any worse than they have gotten here."
"Why are you doing this? Just when I start to settle in-"
"Buffy, things were bad in Sunnydale, but never this bad. Dawn isn't happy here, and to be quite honest you're not either and that's why you're acting like this. Well, congratulations Buffy we're going back. Oh and we leave the day after tomorrow. Goodnight." Joyce left Bufy standing alone in the living room, contemplating if what her mother said was true. And thinking about Spike.
Buffy sat at the back of her history class, passing notes to Faith and Angel.
'Hey Faith, what d'you wanna do tonight?"
"I'm five by five B. What do you suggest?"
Buffy looked over at Angel scribbling on another bit of paper.
"Hey, Angel, wanna go to the Garage tonight?" She passed it to him and waited while he scanned the note, jotting down a reply
"Sure thing, babe."
she leaned in a little, then passed another note in the direction of Faith.
'The Garage. 8:30."
Faith nodded and Buffy leaned over to whisper to her.
"Make sure you bring the stuff with you." she instructed, trying to be as discreet as possible, but she wasn't discreet enough.
"Miss. Summers, do you have something you wish to share with the class?" Miss Collins, the teacher asked in a stern voice.
Buffy sniggered, looking straight at her "We were just saying that. Well this class... bites." she laughed as the teacher's face turned three different shades of red.
"Buffy Summers I am just about sick of your attitude." she yelled.
"Well then I guess we should excuse you to go to the bathroom."
The whole class laughed at that statement, the teacher erupted in rage.
"That is it, get out of my classroom. You can go to the principle." Buffy looked at her, shrugged her shoulders and stood up. As she made her way down the row Faith called out to her.
"Hey B, wait up, I'll come with you." she ran down to catch up.
"Me too." chimed Angel, getting up from his own seat and meeting them at the door, Buffy smiled at the teacher and then walked out the door.
"Who feels like going for a drive?" Buffy suggested as they walked down the hall.
Spike and Drusilla were sat in the coffee house, the same coffee house where he used to meet Buffy three times a week, and sometimes more than that in that last month. They weren't sitting in the same booth though, he couldn't bring himself to sit there with anyone who wasn't Buffy.
"Do you know what the pixies told me, my Spike?" Drusilla asked, a childlike smile on her face, Spike sighed. He still couldn't get used to the way she talked about the stars and pixies, but she was nice enough, a little crazy, but he did like her. So he always put his reservations to the back of his mind.
"What did the say, Luv?
"They said, my Spike, was going to take me dancing tonight."
Spike groaned "Dru, pet, I really don't feel like it tonight." he saw her begin to pout, it was the same look she got whenever she didn't get her way.
"Please Spike, won't you do it for princess." she leaned in closer and in her most seductive voice she said "I'll make it worth your while."
"Dru." he tried to protest, but she just fluttered her long eyelashes and he knew that there was no point in arguing. In the end she always got what she wanted.
"Alright, we'll go dancing." he agreed.
She broke into a smile again, bouncing in her seat clapping her hands. It was times like this that he realised just how childlike she really was.
Buffy squealed as the car tore down the street, headed for the secluded spot they went to often when they skipped. Buffy and Faith sat atop the seats of the convertible, throwing sultry looks to any guys who passed. They loved it, they kept it up until they got to the clearing, and Buffy and Faith both jumped out, waiting to be joined by Angel. They sat on the hood of the car, Angel came and sat beside them, pulling a joint from his jean pocket.
"Anyone want a smoke?" he offered as he lit it, Buffy reached her hand out taking it from him and taking a couple of long drags. She passed it on to Faith who did the same before returning it to Angel.
Spike put his arm around Drusilla as they entered the Bronze. From the door he scanned the club for an empty table. Spotting one in the corner he guided Drusilla towards it. They sat down across from one another, a sexy beat began to play and Drusilla swayed in her seat to the music.
"Oh Spike, do you hear the beautiful music?"
"Yes Dru, I can hear it." he said, trying not to get annoyed. It became tiresome when she was constantly acting like that.
"Come Spike," she said reaching her hand out to him "I want to dance." He didn't bother to resist, he allowed himself to be pulled into the crowd of dancers. She stood with her back pressed against his chest, one arm reached up, behind her to hold onto his neck. Spike held her by the neck as they swayed together to the song. Drusilla was lost to it. He let her go, she didn't notice and he went in search of a drink. On his way to the bar he saw a familiar head of red hair at a nearby table, and decided to go over and say hello. As he got closer he saw that she was alone.
"Hey Red." he said from behind her back, startling her a little, she looked over her shoulder and smiled a friendly smile when she saw him.
"Hey Spike," she greeted "sit down." she motioned to the seat beside her. He sat.
"No, whelp tonight?" he asked.
"No, we broke up." she said sadly.
"I'm sorry, it'll get better." he sympathised.
"Really?" she sounded anxious, but Spike couldn't lie to her.
"A little bit, over time." He promised. It was the best he could do. Willow could read his thoughts though.
"You still miss her." she stated.
"I do," he agreed "but, I'm not gonna see her again, not for a while anyway. Her life is there now" his voice was sad, but firm. He believed that what he said was the truth. "Have you spoken to her since she left?"
"No, it was too hard." he confided in her "I didn't want to, frankly I didn't want to deal with the pain of speaking to her and not being able to see her. To hold her."
"You should call."
"I can't." he was determined on that matter. He wanted to move on.
"You should call," Willow said more firmly "it may not change anything, it could change everything. Where's your cell phone?"
Spike reached into his pocket pulling out the phone, holding it towards Willow, she played around for a few minutes pressing a few buttons then gave it back.
"That's her number," she told him "I suggest you use it." she got up, kissed his cheek and walked out.
Joyce walked through the house picking up her mail, she was on her way out but wanted to see any important letters first. Her eye caught one from Buffy's school, with a wary sigh she ripped the letter open. As she read the details of abusive and rude behaviour, skipping classes and the like she shook her head.
"Not again." she said quietly to herself.
She decided she would have to deal with it later, she reached out to lift her keys from the hall table but they weren't there. She guessed Buffy had taken the wrong ones again, and went in search of Buffy's bag to get the spare set, As she rummaged she came across a smell plastic bag with a note attached.
'Ecstasy: 4 tablets' Joyce's hand clasped over her mouth, she felt sick. She knew Buffy had gotten involved with some bad kids but she had never suspected that. She sat down on the couch, she had to think about what she was going to do, and she had to make a call.
Buffy pulled Angel into the cubicle, the door was barely closed before she undid his zipper and pulled them down around his knees. She then hitched up her short leather skirt and pulled her thong aside. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him passionately as she sank down on him. He switched them round so that he could sit on the toilet seat, allowing Buffy to ride him.
Three girls walked into the toilet of the club, giggling. As soon as they entered they heard a series of loud gasps and moans. They looked at each other, scrunching their noses up, before motioning to the door, and leaving again.
Buffy was riding Angel for all he was worth. They were panting for breath as she thrust repeatedly up and down on him. She pulled him into a kiss, but was stunned out of it when her phone rang.
"Ignore it." Angel said, trying to control his voice.
"I can't," she panted "might be my mom."
She reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out the phone flipping it open
"Hello." she said breathily.
"Buffy?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Spike." she gasped.
"You alright pet?" he asked concerned.
Buffy never stopped her movements, continuing to ride Angel, trying to hide their moans "Yeah, fine."
"You sure."
"I'm, ungh great." she insisted, biting her lip to suppress a moan. She held onto Angel's shoulders, letting him thrust up into her.
"Good, I just wanted to call and say, hey." he told her "See how things were there."
"Things are," she paused a moment to bite down on Angel's shoulder to hide the noises she was making "going fine." she continued. "How have you been?" Angel was thrusting furiously mow, he reached a hand between them, rubbing her clit, she thrust back into him
"I'm doing good. I was speaking to Willow earlier."
"Oh, ok." she was struggling now, so close she couldn't believe she was holding the sounds in.
"Yeah, and I wanted to tell you that I got an internship at the high school."
Buffy bucked wildly against Angel, she couldn't hold back any longer "That's great, Spike." she gasped as she came. She couldn't help but realise that it was once again his name on her lips, no matter what the circumstances. She suddenly was overwhelmed by guilt and she grasped the necklace he gave her, she got off Angel rearranging her clothes
"And Buffy," Spike went on "I miss you."
"I miss you too." she said quietly.
"Well, I better go, bye. Take care of yourself, Luv."
"Bye Spike, you too." she pressed the off button, "Can you take me home please?" she said to Angel. The entire car drive was made without her speaking a word.
When she walked into her house she saw her mom and sister on the couch, when she saw Buffy come in Joyce looked pointedly at Dawn.
"Dawn, go upstairs please." For a change, the girl didn't argue. She did as she was told. Buffy knew then that something was seriously wrong. She waited for her mom to explain. No words were used, Joyce held up the pills, and Buffy turned pale.
"Mom I-"
"Don't even try." Joyce said in a deathly calm voice, which worried Buffy more than If she would have screamed "You cannot talk your way out of this one Buffy. You've become worse than you were when we first moved away from here. I thought coming back here might be good for you."
"Mom," Buffy interrupted "you took me away from everything that was important to me when we left Sunnydale. I like my friends her, they're different, but those people were important."
Joyce looked her daughter square in the eye "You'll be happy then, we're going back. Because things couldn't possibly be any worse than they have gotten here."
"Why are you doing this? Just when I start to settle in-"
"Buffy, things were bad in Sunnydale, but never this bad. Dawn isn't happy here, and to be quite honest you're not either and that's why you're acting like this. Well, congratulations Buffy we're going back. Oh and we leave the day after tomorrow. Goodnight." Joyce left Bufy standing alone in the living room, contemplating if what her mother said was true. And thinking about Spike.