A/N: Sorry guys, I think I died there for a bit. This may have been up sooner, but finals were hectic! I'd say I should have more time to write now, but I got a job this summer, so who knows really? Hopefully I will! But anywho, here's chapter three! Heh. What will happen now that Buffy and Spike saw their dates making out? Read on to find out!!

Chapter 3:

"Buffy! Buffy, wait!" Spike yelled as he chased after her. He had followed her from the Bronze as she ran to her house. He hadn't caught up to her until just outside of her house.

"Buffy." He repeated, lightly grabbing her shoulder to stop her.

"What?" she spat at him as she spun around to face him.

"Pet…"

"No! Don't talk to me! Don't try to make this better! You can't! This is all your fault!" she yelled at him, tears streaming down her face.

"My fault?!" Spike yelled indignantly. "how the bleeding hell is this my fault?" he demanded.

"If you hadn't come here, that 'ho wouldn't have been there tonight, and Angel would still be with me!" she turned to leave him.

"Oh, hold on there, pet," Spike pulled her back around. "How is that my fault exactly? If you ask me, it's your fault for not being able to keep your boy interested." As soon as the words were out of his mouth and Spike saw the shocked and hurt look that crossed Buffy's face, he regretted them.

"Well, you didn't seem able to keep your 'ho interested either," she said around the lump in her throat.

Spike opened his mouth, and his jaw hung in the air as he struggled to find words to apologize to her. Still crying, Buffy turned and went inside, leaving him alone in the cold.

The next morning at school, Buffy dragged herself to her first hour. She had been trying to avoid Spike all morning, but since they had so many classes together, it would most likely prove to be impossible as the day carried on.

"What happened last night?" Willow asked as her friend sat down in the chair next to her. "You just disappeared."

Buffy was silent for a moment. "I… I saw Angel… Kissing Spike's date."

Willow gasped. "Oh goddess!"

Buffy looked glum, lost in her thoughts.

"Did you talk to him about it?"

"Huh?"

"I asked you if you talked to him," Willow repeated.

"Who, Spike?" Buffy's eyes flickered over to the bleach blonde who was just entering the classroom.

"No, Angel. But yeah, Spike, too."

"Oh…. Well, no. And yes."

"Huh?" Willow asked in a confused voice.

"No, I didn't talk to Angel, and yes, I talked to Spike. Or… yelled at…"

"Buffy! It's not his fault!"

"Yes it is! If he hadn't come here, he wouldn't have been out with Drusilla, and she wouldn't have been there last night!"

"You know she would have been there anyways," Willow tried to reason with her friend.

"No. And that is the end of this discussion," Buffy turned to face the front of the classroom. Willow sighed as the bell rang, knowing it would do no good to try and continue the conversation now.

That day at lunch, Spike was unsure of what to do. Drusilla had ignored him all day, so he didn't feel like sitting with her, Cordelia, Anya, and their boys. Buffy had also ignored him, avoiding him as much as possible; however, he didn't really know anyone else, and would much rather try Buffy than Dru under the circumstances.

"This seat taken?" he asked Buffy, Willow, Oz, and Xander. Buffy didn't speak, not even acknowledging his presence, but she didn't make him go away either then at least.

"No, go ahead, Spike," Willow said. He smiled in appreciation as he took the seat.

The group was silent for a moment, until Xander broke it. "You know, I really don't think this is food," he poked the blob on his tray. Oz looked over.

"No, it doesn't smell like it."

Xander leaned over and sniffed. "Doesn't smell like anything."

"That's probably good, considering what could be in there," Willow said. Xander just shoved the tray away from him in response.

Silence fell over the table again.

"So, Spike," Xander spoke up. "Cordelia and her cronies sent you packing, huh?"

"Just didn't want to be around them right now," he responded.

"Why? 'Cause Drusilla rejected you?" Xander shot at him. Buffy jumped out of her chair and ran from the cafeteria.

"Xander!" Willow glared at him.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly before Willow went to chase her friend. As she stood however, the bell signaling the end of lunch rang.

Looking in the direction Buffy had gone, Willow asked, "Do you think she'll be ok?"

"I think she just needs some time alone," Oz put his arm around his girlfriend.

Willow nodded and the group headed off to their classes.

Buffy sat on a toilet in a bathroom stall trying to make herself stop crying. She knew Xander hadn't meant to hurt her, but bringing up Drusilla turning down Spike had reminded her just why Drusilla hadn't wanted Spike… Because she had been locking lips with Angel… This thought sent on a new bout of tears from Buffy.

Just as she had finally managed to get herself under control and was about to leave the stall to face the horror that would now be her face, she heard the door open. Two pairs of feet could be heard coming in.

"Yeah, did you see when she ran from the cafeteria today? That was just great. I'll bet it was because she saw Angel come into the cafeteria with you and couldn't take it anymore," Cordelia said.

Angel had been there? Buffy hadn't even noticed. And honestly she was glad she hadn't. Silent tears poured down her face.

"Oh, yes. And Spike didn't sit with us today. I couldn't imagine why," Drusilla laughed.

"Oh yeah. Very nice, Dru. Two losers, one kiss." The two girls laughed as they left the bathroom.

After a few moments, Buffy unlocked the stall and stepped out. She turned on the faucet in one of the sinks and washed off as much of her now ruined make-up as she could before leaving the bathroom. She looked down both ends of the hallway and upon seeing it empty, turned to the end that led to the double doors leaving the school. When she got out of the building, she turned her steps to home where she crawled into her bed and cried her heart out.

Spike entered the house using the key Joyce had given him that morning. He hadn't seen Buffy in any of their classes after lunch, so he guessed she had ditched and gone home. Walking up the stairs and peeking in her room, she saw her lying in a ball on her bed, clinging her stuffed pig to her chest. Gently, he pulled the door shut once again and went to his own room.

The day had been hard. He doubted Buffy had noticed, but he saw Dru and Angel enter the cafeteria together. They had been pawing at each other all lunch. It made him sick. Then as he was leaving the campus after school he saw Angel pick up Dru. Probably going to screw each other. Spike shook his head and lay on his bed after taking his boots off, figuring he'd take his own nap as well to try and escape the thoughts running through his mind.

Later that night, Spike woke to the soft sound of music coming from Buffy's room. Groggily, he pulled himself out of bed and opened his door before walking across the hall to Buffy's room.

Just as he was about to knock on the closed door, the music stopped and Buffy opened the door.

"What do you want?" she asked him snidely.

"Just wanted to see how you were," he said.

I'm fine," she remarked flippantly as she stepped around him and walked down the stairs. Spike followed her down.

"Sure you are, pet."

"Why won't you just leave me alone?"

"Why won't you just talk to me?"

"Because I don't want to!" Buffy opened the kitchen door and stalked out onto the porch. She sat down on the steps; Spike sat himself next to her. Buffy crossed her arms across her chest and refused to look at him. He continued to sit next to her. Buffy sighed.

"You're not going to leave, are you?"

"Don't plan on it, no."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Why do you blame me?" Spike spoke up.

"Because it's your fault. I told you that last night when- you asked me th-" Spike cut her off.

"It wasn't my fault. What you said last night was a load of crap, and you know it."

"Well, what other reason do I really have?" she asked him quietly.

"Ever stop to think that maybe he's just an inconsiderate asshole? One who doesn't deserve you?" Spike looked at her. Buffy turned to look at him as well.

"What?" Big eyes stared up at him.

"Luv, he's nothing. If he didn't see what he had and was willing to give it up, then he's blind. A blind fool and nothing more."

"Yeah, right," Buffy turned away.

"You don't believe me? Buffy, there are guys who would die to be with you."

"Are you one of them?"

"What?" Spike asked, taken by surprise.

"I asked, are you one of them?" she repeated, turning to look at him again.

"Well, er, you're a very pretty girl, pet.," Spike tried to edge around the question without hurting her feelings of revealing his own.

"So you don't like me," her face fell. "You think I'm ugly and undesirable too. Just like Angel does."

"Hey now, pet," Spike pulled her to him. "I didn't say that. And you are in no way ugly or undesirable."

"So why didn't you say yes?"

Spike was silent. Why didn't he? But instead, he said, "Buffy, you're hurt. You just lost your boyfriend last night. You aren't thinking straight."

"Don't tell me what I'm thinking!" she shouted indignantly, pulling away from him.

"Pet, I'm sorry. Come on now…" he pleaded with her, trying to draw her back into his arms.

Buffy turned to look at him again, tears streaming down her face.

"Why didn't he want me, Spike? Why her instead?" she asked him in a small childlike voice.

"I don't know, pet. I wish I did, but I just don't know."

He held her as she cried, rocking her until her tears slow and her breathing became steady, signaling to him that she had fallen asleep. Carefully picking her up in his arms, he hugged her to his chest as he stood and went back inside. Slowly, he carried her up the stairs and took her to her room, laying her on the bed. He pulled the covers over her and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"G'night, princess," he whispered before shutting off the light and leaving the room.

A/N: Awwww…. You know, I don't know where that last bit of cuteness came from. But then, I had to do everything I could to not have them just make-out right there on the back porch! I don't want that yet. But man, they do! Teehee. Maybe next chapter? I guess you'll just have to wait and see…