"Quietly Losing Control" had a question about British Literature. It's a class I took in high school. It's an English ummm that is a literature class that focuses on British authors. Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks to the people who reviewed!

The Gypsy 14: The bad day

First he slept threw his alarm which meant his dad had to come and wake him up. Then he couldn't find his one of his boots and his dad was getting increasingly frustrated waiting downstairs at the front door checking his watch ever five seconds till Spike finally made it down stairs with his book bag and coat hastily thrown over his shoulders and his boot laces clumsily tied by tired hands. Three weeks into school and this was by far the worst morning yet.

Outside that morning it was cold and wet. As the Giles drove through the dark morning to the high school William's stomach growled. He had forgotten to grab anything to eat before they left and now his stomach was trying to devour itself. His father wasn't paying much attention to the noise, maybe he couldn't hear it. The past month had been stressful in the Giles's home. Spike had been doing alright at school but he had failed to really connect with anyone and the pressures of Rupert's new job had meant he wasn't at home a lot.

Spike leaned his head against the cold window glass of the passenger side door and wished he could crawl back into bed, weather like this made his legs ache.

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After homeroom and daily announcements Spike had math. He walked the halls to math with tunnel vision. He wasn't fully awake and not full comprehending what he was doing or where he was going he walked on auto pilot. When he got to the class room he picked a desk in the very back and slumped down in the seat putting his head back against the hard painted concrete wall and closed his eyes. He had three minuets of tortured bliss before a voice came through the darkness and screwed everything up.

"Hey, Hey! You're in my seat." Spike heard the voice but didn't register who it was or who they were talking to that was until a sharp kick in the shine had him sitting bolt upright. "HHHheeey" Spike looked up at Angel leering down from him from under a near Neanderthal brow.

"You're in my seat new meat." Angel was a big dude; if Spike hadn't been feeling under the weather he would have been thinking how "the bigger they are the harder they fall." But as it were Spike was just hoping that this would just blow over.

"Hey Angel man there are other seats." Spike tried but wasn't the best at diverting conflict. By now the other students who were waiting for class to start had noticed something was about to go down.

"Yeah I can see there are other seats, why don't you move you boney limey ass into a different one." Ooohh that struck a nerve with Spike.

"Why don't you take your cave man brow and go back to the Stone Age where that ape boy." Angel grabbed Spike's collar with his big hand and haled him up out of the seat.

"What did you say shrimp?" Spike was shocked to be up out of the desk and so close to Angel's face.

"I…" Spike started to throw the insult to the bigger boys face again.

"Angel go to the office Now!" Mr. Gunns commanding voice came from behind Angel. Angel sneered at Spike but let him go and with out much else left the classroom.

"Have a seat William." Spike started to sit back at the desk but the hole in his stomach stopped him, he hated to speak up but he didn't think he could just sit back down. "Huuumm Mr. Gunn may I go to the nurse." Uuuggg it sounded so horrible coming out of his mouth, he cringed. Mr. Gunn looked at him.

You do look a little green, yeah." Mr. Gunn scribbled on a piece of paper. "Here, uumm Buffy will you escort Will here to the nurse." William sighed uuuggg just so long as he was out of the class room he didn't care. Taking the pass he headed out the door and down the hallway leaving Buffy to follow.

Buffy caught up with him down the hall. "Hey what's your rush you got out of class?"

"Yeah I did and I'm going to the nurse." Spike shot Buffy a dirty look.

"You aren't going to throw up are you cause yuck."

"No, shut up." Spike's stomach growled he tried to not look at Buffy's annoyed face and kept going. Sadly the nurse's office was in the same direction as the principal's office and Spike and Buffy quickly caught up to Angel who was in no hurry to get where he was going.

OOhhh man was the first thing that came to Spike's mind he didn't want to deal with Angel anymore and he didn't want to deal with Buffy and Angel and whatever baggage they had. Spike slowed down and came to a stop and leaned against the wall.

"What's wrong?" Buffy wined nasally. Spike nodded up ahead in Angel's direction. "Oh God." Buffy rolled her eyes but kept walking. Soon Angel turned the corner and Spike and Buffy continued on their way.

The corner Angel had Slipped down was not on the way to the office.

"Where is he going?" Buffy hissed.

"Who cares?" Spike rolled his eyes; he didn't expect that big oaf to go to the Principal's anyway.

"I care, I want to know." Buffy turned the corner to follow her ex.

"Fine you do that, I'm going this way." The two blonds parted ways.

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Buffy tried to keep her shoes from squeaking. She didn't see Angel up ahead in the hallway so he had to be in one if the classrooms or somewhere. Buffy peaked into all the rooms she passed. Most had classes going on. Buffy found one classroom that didn't have a class. Looking in the glass in the door Buffy didn't like what she saw. Angel with the person who broke them up, Buffy bit her lip and cursed them both, then ducked as Angel turned her way.

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Spike hated nurses and doctors including cute school nurses with southern accents. The whole thing just made him feel weak. But all he could think about was crawling back in his own bed, pulling the covers up over his head, and forgetting this awful day. Nurse Burkle had told him to go lie down in the back room with the beds. Fleetingly thoughts about what Spike might like to do on those beds in the back with the young nurse passed through his brain like they would lots of teenage boy's. And if it hadn't been for the pain in his legs and head he might have entertained those thoughts longer. But as it were he laid down in the on the nearest bed, closed his eyes, and hoped he would be home soon.

"So tell me again what's the matter?" Nurse Burkle graded the thingy that they use to gage blood pressure with and asked Spike to take his coat off.

"My head hurts." Spike sat up on the bed and took his jacket off as he moved his leg hit hers and grimaced.

"And your legs?" The nursed looked sympathetic.

Spike all most snarled "Well yeah."

"And your blood pressure is low and I can hear your stomach growling. Did you eat anything this morning?" Nurse Winifred Burkle scribbled some notes on her pad of paper.

Spike didn't look at her as he answered his question "I didn't have time, it's been a bad morning."

"I can tell. Do you want me to call your Dad or do you just want to lay here till lunch time?" The nurse gave her usual options. Spike groaned, neither sounded appealing but the only way to be at home in bed was to call his dad.

To be continued…