Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy. –cries- and I never will sadly. Oh well, I can always hang onto my Spike muse –holds him tightly- I will NEVER let him go.
Author's Note: Alright. I know it's been...-looks- over a month since I've updated but here you go! It's an update. Whether or not you like it is up to you . I hope that you will review and thanks to everyone who's already reviewed and enjoyed my story!
Buffy smiled as she walked through the halls of Sunnydale High. If anyone had looked at her within the past few weeks, they'd know one thing. She was truly happy. If anyone close to her really looked at her, they'd know that she was in love. She couldn't go anywhere without a smile on her face and she rarely was seen outside of class without a certain blonde bad boy by her side. She sighed contently. Holding her books up against her chest she winced as she walked outside and was blinded by the sunlight. Shielding her eyes with one hand she looked around, searching for the one person that was the reason for the smiles for the past weeks.
"Are you looking for someone luv?" Someone whispered behind her. Buffy felt a sweet shiver run down her spine as she turned around and grinned.
"Hey you. Glad to see you found me." Spike laughed softly and leaned forward, placing a light kiss across her lips.
"Glad I found you. Course, you didn't seem to be looking really hard." He laughed as Buffy frowned and hit him lightly on the shoulder.
"I was looking for you. Just because the evil sunlight decided to block my view doesn't mean I wouldn't have found you." She looked up at him, seeing as how he was a good foot taller, and leaned up, kissing him again. "Besides that, you found me and that's all that matters." Spike grinned slowly, almost mischievously and he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
"We still on for tonight?" Buffy nodded.
"Yep. Mom's gonna stay home with Dawnie and I think that Conner was planning on coming over to spend some time with her." She grinned, "You have me all to yourself. Where you going to take me?" Spike shook his head.
"Uh-uh, not tellin'. It's not fair since it's supposed to be a surprise." Buffy frowned.
"Oh please. You won't even tell me a little bit?" Spike shook his head. "Okay. I'll be a good Buffy. As long as you promise to give me a hint." Spike smiled and kissed her forehead as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began walking her towards her next class.
"Alright. I'll tell you a hint," Buffy eyes widened and she perked up, "After, I pick you up." Buffy's perkiness quickly deflated.
"Aww, no fair! But fine. You're being a-a, well I don't know exactly what to call you right now but the point is you're not being very nice!" She said. Spike laughed and shook his head.
"You're being silly luv. I just want it to be a surprise. That's all okay?" Buffy slowly nodded and shook her head.
"Okay. I'll behave then. See you after class?"
"Uh, no can do luv. We're going to have to wait till our date. I have a few errands I have to run. But I'll have my cell on me. That cool?" Buffy showed the disappointment on her face but she nodded.
"Yeah, I'll see you tonight then." She half-smiled and then leaned up and kissed him softly, "I'll call you." Spike nodded and watched as Buffy walked into class and adjusting his duster, he turned and walked right out of the school. The errands were a little more important then school at the moment.
Spike looked one more time in the mirror before he reached back and grabbed his duster. He hoped that his outfit would give Buffy some clue to where he was taking her. He was dressed in black jeans that hung low on his hips and were slightly baggy. His shirt, was a black button down that felt almost silk like to the touch. Putting the duster on, he searched his room quickly for his phone and keys.
"Where's the bloody things where you leave them?" He growled to himself. Just as he found his keys, his phone rang and he rushed to grab it. "Hello?"
"Spike?" Buffy's voice rang through the phone and brought a smile to Spike's face.
"Hey there luv, don't tell me you're callin' me already. I'm only ten minutes away and I was just heading out the do-"
"Don't come over Spike. I can't go out with you tonight." He frowned.
"Why not?"
"I had this huge paper assigned that's due tomorrow. I'm sorry Spike." He tried to hold back the emotions rising up. He wanted her to ditch the homework and come out with him but he knew this was Buffy he was talking about. She wouldn't want to do that. Maybe next time. He cleared his throat.
"Oh. I see. Well then luv, don't worry about it. We'll try tomorrow night or something." He paused, "Call me if you need any help."
"Yeah. Sure thing. Talk to you tomorrow." Buffy hung the phone up before Spike could reply and he frowned towards the phone. That paper had her really worried. With a sigh, Spike removed his duster and unbuttoned his shirt. Falling down on the bed, he ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed the remote, turning the television on.
The next day at school Spike looked around for Buffy, but when he found her. She went out of her way to avoid him. A frown marred his face for most of the day as he'd go to meet her outside of her first class but she'd have already left and gone to the next one. Without waiting for him. Nothing. He was beginning to get worried.
Two and a half weeks. It had been two and a half weeks since he'd gone to pick up Buffy for their romantic date and she'd called him and canceled. For two and a half weeks he'd been trying to reschedule the romantic night he had planned and for those days, she'd called him at the last minute and canceled. It was really pissing him off. Sitting in class Spike watched the clock carefully as his leg began to twitch. He wanted out of class. He wanted to confront Buffy and find out exactly why he was being avoided. Conner hadn't talked to him in a few days but everything seemed fine with Dawn, he hadn't mentioned anything. So it couldn't be Dawn. He knew it wasn't Dawn because if it had been, Buffy would've told him. The bell rang and Spike jumped out of his chair and was out the door as if the end of school bell had rung. He quickly made his ways through the halls and found Buffy exactly where he expected to. At her locker. Just as she grabbed her last book out and reached up to close it, Spike slammed it shut.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" Buffy looked up at him, acting confused.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned. Spike rolled his eyes and locked his jaw as he stared down at her.
"I want to know exactly what the bloody hell I did that is making you call me at the last minute to cancel our dates. Meaning I want to know why you've been walking the extra mile to avoid me in the halls. Why you won't even talk to me." Buffy sighed.
"Wow. Overreacting much?" Spike laughed, shaking his head.
"No. I don't think I am. I want to know."
"There's no reason. I've just had more homework. It's like I told you. Besides that, I have different classes than you. Mine have more homework in them." Spike's eyes widened.
"Are you trying to say that my classes don't require as much?"
"No. What I'm trying to say is, my classes at least require more than showing up." Buffy turned away from him, and went to walk away. Spike reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into an empty classroom. As the door shut behind him, Spike reached out and pinned Buffy's arms above her head. Suddenly, his lips were against hers, his body against hers. His tongue snaked into her mouth as his hands let go of hers and his fingers attacked the silky strands of her hair. When he pulled away, it was out of necessity to breathe. His stormy blue eyes stared into hers and as he slowly let go of her he licked his lips.
"Maybe that'll remind you exactly why we started this relationship." He muttered. Walking to the door, Spike opened it and glaring towards her, he slammed it behind him as he left. Buffy sighed as she watched him leave, touching her lips just slightly she felt the tears pull up into her eyes.
Spike watched as Buffy walked home, he had to at least make sure she got there okay. With a glare he quickly drove home the second she walked into her house. Slamming doors he brushed by a stunned Anya who tried asking how his day was but by the look on his face, he wasn't talking to anyone. Not a single person. Slamming his bedroom door, Spike kicked the door, hard. Turning towards his dresser, his jaw locked into a firm frown. On the box sat the dark blue velvet box that had been sitting there for two and a half weeks. Walking towards he, he opened it, to reveal a beautiful silver charm bracelet. It was pure silver. Spike sneered. So much for really caring about her. Shutting the box, Spike threw it. The box made an affective 'thud' against the wall and fell to the floor.
