Chapter 3

In the Back of the room

Buffy watched as Spike walked away, until now she hadn't really thought about which crowd he belonged to, but now as he walked off to his first class, she realized that he was a Goth. Damn. All the hot guys are either brain-dead, taken, gay or Goths. This is really not my day.

When Buffy walked into English she saw that Anya and Cecily were already seated at the back of the room saving a seat for her in between them. This was where they always sat; it was a big class so the teacher never had time to scold them for whispering and chatting. Buffy took her seat and opened her English book, as long as you looked as though you were following along, the teacher wouldn't call on you. Mrs. Demarco liked to catch students not paying attention.

"So what's goin' on girl you gonna tell us who mister bleached wonder that you were talkin' to is?" asked Cecily while chewing a piece of Big Red.

Cecily was the meanest of the Slayers, everyone in school was afraid to be on her bad list. Rumors around school said that her father, Antonio Mercelli was an Italian mod boss and anyone who made Cecily upset would be placed at the top of the hit list. But then again this was pretty much impossible because Antonio Mercelli hadn't been seen in Sunnydale since Cecily was born.

Buffy blushed for the forth time, "His name is Spike, I just bumped into him on the way in and he walked me to class, that's it I swear."

Anya shook her head, "I don't think so, we saw the way he was looking at you, that guy is defiantly interested in you and don't pretend that your not interested." She nudged Buffy's shoulder, "You should ask him out"

"Yeah girl, ask him out I bet he would take at least a week to dump"

Buffy frowned, "No way guys, look he may be hot and all that but he is a Goth, didn't you notice that excessive amount of black he wore? And we have a rule against dating Goths, absolutely not" Buffy sat back in her desk and sighed.

She had to be more careful about talking to guys these days, she was currently dating a football jock named Angel O' Conner, and it was getting close to his time up. But Buffy didn't feel like looking for another guy, so she was hanging on to Angel. The only problem was Anya and Cecily were getting tired of him and pressuring her to move on to someone else and Angel was starting to brag to the other guys that he was still with a Slayer after two weeks.

"You made that rule Buffy, we never agreed, besides we also had the rule about no keeping a guy longer than a week and look your still dating Angelus " Anya whispered

"His name is Angel, how can I date a Goth, they are such trouble makers"

Cecily grunted "Goths are way better than Jocks; those Jocks are totally brainless, at least the Goths can manage a C"

Anya rolled her eyes "Listen this is not about your Riley Finn, that guy is so dumb I'm surprised he knows where everything goes"

Now it was Cecily's turn to blush, "Hey he knows where everything goes; in fact he may be the best one I've had in three months"

"Sure"

"Yeah Right"

Cecily frowned, and turned in her seat, signaling that this conversation was over, Buffy and Anya giggled quietly.

When the bell rang the girls rushed out of class.

Trouble in Algebra

Sitting in Algebra, Spike's thoughts turned to Buffy Summers, A blonde girl whose pants he wouldn't mind gettin' in to. I bet she's a real demon in bed thought Spike.

He felt someone nudge him; he looked over to his left. Faith. Don't remember her sittin' there.

"What is it?" he whispered "Can't you see I workin' a bloody problem?"

Faith snorted, "Yeah you're working real hard; your paper has been black since Ms. Ryan handed it to you, now what's up?"

"What do you mean 'what's up' nothing is 'up' I'm in the middle of the thinkin' process here, something you should learn."

Faith pinched his leg and Spike leaped out of his seat, causing the whole class to look back at him.

"Are you having a problem Mr. Sanguinary?"

"No, Ms. Ryan"

Faith giggled in her seat, she loved getting Spike in trouble, cause whenever her answered the teacher it always sounded funny when he said No Ms. Whoever.

Ms. Ryan went back to the lesson and Faith went back to pestering Spike,

"So are you gonna tell me why your wheels are turning?"

Spike sighed, "Bloody hell Faith, its nothing really, if you absolutely have to know then you can wait till lunch, I need your help anyways."

"Fine, I'll accept lunch, but you better not weasel out, with a detention"