A/N I know it's be FOREVER...I'm so so sorry...So the long awaited chapter 11 is FINALLY here...

-thanks

shattered

Cold...She'd forgotten how cold ocean water got.

Oh well, it was worth it, Buffy thought sadly.

Things did not go how she planned. She knew she should have never agreed to that stupid boating trip. She should have just finished packing her things and left quietly.

Upon reaching the marina, Buffy realized she didn't have a way home- she had came with Angel.

Crap...

Wet, alone, and cold, Buffy started her long walk home, her shoes making a very unsatisfying squish with every step she took.

> > > > > >

"Get in the car."

"What? No!" Buffy replied, not even looking at the car that was slowly following her as she continued walking.

"We have to talk."

"No we really don't."

"Buffy," a very annoyed sigh slipped from his lips. "Can you please be mature about this, pet?"

That caused Buffy to stop walking a turn towards the car, anger flaring up in her eyes. "Mature? You want me to be mature?" She laughed sarcastically. "Are you kidding me? I've tried to be mature, but you...You just don't..." she sighed deeply. " I can't do this."

"Just let me drive you home, luv, and then you never have to see me again."

"Is that a promise?" She asked sharply.

His eyes studied her carefully before he responded, "If you want it to be."

> > > > >

They rode in silence, Buffy refusing to even look at Spike. It took a while for Buffy to realize they weren't headed in the direction of her apartment.

"William, what are you doing?" Buffy asked finally turning away from the window to look at him.

Spike winced briefly at the sound of his given name from her lips before responding, "We have to talk."

"I don't want to talk."

"By we, I really just meant me, luv."

"Don't call me luv."

Spike chuckled as he turned on to the freeway.

"Spike...where are you taking me?" she asked him, alarm filling her voice.

"Away."

With an aggravated sigh, Buffy flopped back in her seat. There was nothing she could do aside jumping out the window, which didn't sound to appealing. Neither did sitting in a car with Spike Giles, however."

"How long do you plan on driving?"

"I don't know," he replied softly. "How long do you plan on acting like a right bint?"

"If I knew what bint meant, maybe I'd tell you."

Sorry it's so short, but hey it's better than nothing, right? Review and tell me what you think please!