TITLE: Cheater
AUTHOR: Me, who else? *Wink*
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters. Everything that happens in the story in real-time(not flash backs) is my made up plot, however the flashbacks are all based off of my own personal life. Yep, this is a 75% true story Kiddies. Brace yourselves ;)
CONTENT: S/B with some minor S/Dru, S/other and some minor B/Ang
TIMELINE: This is AU, therfore, there is no timeline. There are years listed though on the flashbacks. Just a warning.
FEEBACK: If I could live off it I would. So come on, feed me. *wink*
DEDICATION: This is dedicated to CJG. You know who you are ;)
SUMMARY: Buffy and Spike have known eachother since Junior High, while on her way to his house she think back over the years about their rocky start and even rockier relationship.
WARNING: This is not Fluffy. This is like real life and as we all know life isn't always happy. I warned you. So no flames that you want me to write something fluffier because I don't do that.
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Buffy paced up and down her bedroom floor, her beautiful blue-green eyes filled with tears, nervously wringing her hands and nibbling her lips.
'I can't do this, I can't take this. GOD! This is too much!'
Her hands shot up to her head in anguish and she collapsed to the floor. Her boyfriend, Spike, had recently been hanging out with a girl that had a giant crush on him. Every night for the past week Cecily had been at his house, in his room. She had kissed him on the cheek twice. He said they were 'thank you' kisses because he was teaching her how to play the guitar. Her crush didn't bother him in the slightest. She was just a friend. Cecily was just a buddy. Just someone to teach how to play the guitar, her little crush couldn't be taken seriously.
Even though Cecily had started showing up at his house every night with Heroine and every other drug he had previously been addicted to. Buffy had tried, really tried, to get him off that stuff. He had already ODed and she didn't want him to again. Apparantly SHE didn't have those petty concerns for his life.
Buffy rocked back and forth on the floor, her head in her hands. Spike was trying, he really was, she knew it. But lately....she didn't know what it was. But when she spoke to him, there was something there, a certain hesitation in his words. As though he was hiding something and one wrong choice of wording would reveal it. She relaxed against her dresser and closed her eyes.
'Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in, Breathe out...'
A tapping at her screen window broke her out of the relaxed state she was trying to perfect. She got up and smoothed out her jeans. They were black, like most of her clothing. She used to be completely preppy, but meeting Spike had changed that somewhat. He subtly reflected his tastes onto hers. And soon she was listening to obscure bands she'd never even heard of. She liked the music, it was just somewhat of a culture shock. She adapted though. And here she stood, in black knee-high Doc Martens with black cargo dickies and a purple tank with a black mesh jacket thrown over it.
She smiled at her friend Cordelia who was currently standing knee deep in the assorted flowers Buffy's mother Joyce had planted a month ago. Cordelia was like most of Buffy's friends. Bad home life, really good at school, knew all the connections for parties and drugs even if she was(for the moment) clean. Cordelia wore a white off the shoulder blouse, and a black mini. Her 'bling bling' neclace as she put it, gave the whole outfit a bit of a hip-hop flavor. Which was why she wore it. Leave it to Cordelia to never be typical.
"Need some help there Cor?" Buffy said, smiling wryly as her friend lifted the almost invisible section of screen Buffy had cut out a year ago.
"Almost got it..." Cordelia bit her lip as she furrowed her brow in concentration before finally lifting the screen with a triumphant grin."There we go! All it needed was a push. Now, after all that trouble I went through you can't possibly deny me ANYTHING now."
Buffy groaned in mock agony. She knew Cordelia wanted her to go to some new club or rave and she also knew it would be fun. Which was partly the reason she didn't want to go. She felt on edge 24/7 with the whole Spike ordeal and almost constantly felt the need to cry. Cordelia didn't know this of course. Cordy hated Spike anyways and if she knew this particular hell he was putting Buffy through, she would have his balls served to him on a silver platter.
"I don't know Cor...Remember the last time we partied?" Buffy said, eyebrows raised.
The last party Buffy had gone to with Cordelia had been, well suffise to say 'interesting'. There was of course beer and Buffy had never done shots before. She decided to try it. BIG mistake. She got so drunk she ended up doing the cha cha in her underwear on her neighbors lawn at three in the morning while Cordelia puked her guts out in the poor guys mailbox.
Cordelia smiled as though she had heard something funny. "Yea," she said, and then grimaced. "you did get pretty plastered. You thought I was Big Bird from sesame street, and kept asking me why my tail was so bushy."
Buffy laughed at the thought of Cordelia with a tail. "It's just, I don't know, I don't feel in the partying mood tonight, you know?"
Cordy nodded in understanding, "Yea, I know. But you gotta go out and do SOMETHING. You can't just hang in your room all day, it's not good for the skin." She winked before continuing, "Besides, we'll stop by that boyfriend of your's house on the way there. See what the asshole is up to. Still wanna stay inside?" She smiled, she knew the answer before it came.
"Hold on, Let me get my coat."
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Buffy sat in the red Jeep Wrangler next to her friend as they drove to Spike's house. Cordelia turned the radio on and switched it around before landing on a station she liked. Buffy smiled at the song. She remembered this song from the seventh grade. She used to be obsessed with the band.
'How things change...'
She had met Spike in the seventh grade, well technically the late sixth but whose counting. He was completely gothed out and she was all innocence and preppiness. While not shy by any means, she was infact the class clown, she was incredibly shy around boys. Especially ones she liked. She liked Spike from the first time she talked to him. He was, quite literally, the yin to her yang. They were a pair, though not alike in any way, so completely opposite they got along perfectly.
As Buffy watched the trees and houses go by, she couldn't help but recall the first time they actually 'met'...
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JULY 6, 1997
Buffy looked at herself in the mirror critically. Her see-through over shirt and white tank complimented her khaki colored shorts nicely. She smiled at the shirt, it was one of her favorites. Her cousin had one just like it, and her cousin was her hero.
Today was a big day. First day of seventh grade. No longer a sixth grader, not quite the top-dog eighth graders. She was gonna be like a middle child.
'Marsha, Marsha, Marsha...'
Buffy giggled at her own stupid joke. While she wasn't happy that her school was year-around and that meant she had to go to school in the summer, at least it meant she'd get to see her friends again. And make new ones.
"Buffy! The bus will be here in a few minutes, hurry up!" Joyce yelled up the stairs at her.
"Coming Mom!" Buffy yelled back as she gave her hair a final flip before exiting her room.
She ran down the cranberry colored stairs, taking them two at a time and gave her mom a hug before, on impulse, hugging her grey and white cat as well. The cat of course screeched and ran towards the sofa. Buffy laughed before running towards the bus stop at the corner just as it pulled up.
The bus was packed with kids. Throwing things and talking, it was like walking into a wind tunnel. A few stopped to look at her as she entered the fray, before going back to their own business.
'Man, I'm not sure there are any seats...what do I do if it's full?'
Buffy breifly panicked, before reason set in. This bus was full of practically all seventh graders. And she knew almost all of them. She was the class clown, she had tons of friends. She could do this. Maybe.
She had reached the back of the bus. She had reached the back, and there wasn't an empty seat. Before she could decide a small voice next to her spoke out.
"You wanna sit next to me? I'm not sharing with anyone at the moment..." The girl stared up at Buffy with eyes like saucers and before Buffy fully knew what she was doing, she had already sat down and was thanking her.
"Thanks for the seat, I'm Buffy." She offered her hand to the girl.
"Your welcome, I'm Willow. It's nice meeting you. It would be cool if we have a class together, you seem like a nice girl."
Buffy replied with a 'same here' and sunk into her seat. She hadn't slept much the night before. She was an insomniac but still, the night before the first day back always set her on edge.
She watched as the school came into sight and the bus pulled up in a long line of other buses. She got up and grabbed her silver metallic alien shaped backpack her dad had got her. Trendy, yes. But who cared, she was a clown and it was her job to entertain the masses she thought with a grin.
She got off the bus and looked around. She noticed the different tables set up, arranged by last name and she went to her area, S-Te. She told the lady her name and took her schedule. Skimming through it for her first class.
Per. 1 Science: Cabot Rm. 458
Per. 2 Girls PE: Lane Rm. N/A GYM
Per. 3 Computer Sci: Lawrence Rm. 101
Advisement: DeMaggio Rm. 106
Per. 4 Social Studies: Giles Rm.104
Per. 5 Language Arts: Giles Rm.104
Per. 6 Pre-Algebra: Calendar Rm. 105
'Hey, I got Science first, cool. I'm good at science. Sorta...'
Buffy headed towards the '100 hallway' as it was affectionally dubbed. While Science was her first class, on the first day, Advisement came before all else. Advisement was a 30 minute class that really had no point. The only reason is existed was because Lunch was split between the seventh, eighth, and sixith graders. Sixth graders had 'first lunch' with half the seventh grade class, while eighth graders had 'second lunch with the rest of the seventh graders. Most students used advisement for study hall, while others, such as Buffy, used it as a time to freshen their makeup and talk to their friends.
She lined up with the other students when a pair of hands covered her eyes and whispered, "Guess Who?"
"Uhhhh...Jesus?" Buffy replied, jokingly while spinning out of the hands reach. The student in line laughed at her joke and she turned around to face Willow.
"Hey Willow! Wow, this is so cool, we have the same advisement. Know what that means huh?" Buffy said with a grin, Willow was really nice, and had best friend potential.
Willow appeared confused for a moment before she caught on. "We have the same classes!" She said loudly and hugged Buffy. Buffy, who wasn't prone to spontaneous hugging, weakly hugged her back.
Mrs.DeMaggio arrived just before a few kids decided to ditch, "Alright class, single order, single order, no talking! Just let me find my keys..."
Buffy smiled, she liked her new teacher already. The blonde, 40-something woman finally managed to unlock the door and let them in, instructing them to sit where they wanted. Buffy took a seat next to Willow and was about to start doodling with her new set of colored pens when HE arrived. Another student had arrived late and was talking to the teacher about not getting a detention.
Her eyebrows rose and her jaw dropped before she managed to catch herself. He was so cute! No, scratch that, he was hot. He was all dark clothing and spiky platinum-blonde gelled hair. He was wearing a 'Korn' tee shirt and she wondered where her korn CD was before his eyes met hers.
'Oh..My..God...'
While talking to Mrs. DeMaggio he had been doing a sweep of the room and his crystal-blue eyes had latched onto hers. She could feel herself being sucked into them, she was hot and cold all over and she bit her lip to keep from saying something, anything to get him closer.
He smiled as though he knew what she had been thinking and started walking in her direction. His eyes still on hers, he winked and sat down directly behind her. She froze as she felt a hand lightly tug her hair, she turned around to meet his face inches from hers.
"Hey Goldilocks, my name is Spike." He half-smiled at Buffy and she felt herself melting.
'English Accent, ENGLISH ACCENT!!!!'
"My name is Buffy, It's nice to meet you." She gathered herself and smiled back before turning around. That's when she felt it, that feeling of elastic being stretched too far. She had a split second to think before he released her bra strap.
'Oh Shi-'
*Snap*
TBC...
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AUTHOR: Me, who else? *Wink*
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters. Everything that happens in the story in real-time(not flash backs) is my made up plot, however the flashbacks are all based off of my own personal life. Yep, this is a 75% true story Kiddies. Brace yourselves ;)
CONTENT: S/B with some minor S/Dru, S/other and some minor B/Ang
TIMELINE: This is AU, therfore, there is no timeline. There are years listed though on the flashbacks. Just a warning.
FEEBACK: If I could live off it I would. So come on, feed me. *wink*
DEDICATION: This is dedicated to CJG. You know who you are ;)
SUMMARY: Buffy and Spike have known eachother since Junior High, while on her way to his house she think back over the years about their rocky start and even rockier relationship.
WARNING: This is not Fluffy. This is like real life and as we all know life isn't always happy. I warned you. So no flames that you want me to write something fluffier because I don't do that.
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Buffy paced up and down her bedroom floor, her beautiful blue-green eyes filled with tears, nervously wringing her hands and nibbling her lips.
'I can't do this, I can't take this. GOD! This is too much!'
Her hands shot up to her head in anguish and she collapsed to the floor. Her boyfriend, Spike, had recently been hanging out with a girl that had a giant crush on him. Every night for the past week Cecily had been at his house, in his room. She had kissed him on the cheek twice. He said they were 'thank you' kisses because he was teaching her how to play the guitar. Her crush didn't bother him in the slightest. She was just a friend. Cecily was just a buddy. Just someone to teach how to play the guitar, her little crush couldn't be taken seriously.
Even though Cecily had started showing up at his house every night with Heroine and every other drug he had previously been addicted to. Buffy had tried, really tried, to get him off that stuff. He had already ODed and she didn't want him to again. Apparantly SHE didn't have those petty concerns for his life.
Buffy rocked back and forth on the floor, her head in her hands. Spike was trying, he really was, she knew it. But lately....she didn't know what it was. But when she spoke to him, there was something there, a certain hesitation in his words. As though he was hiding something and one wrong choice of wording would reveal it. She relaxed against her dresser and closed her eyes.
'Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in, Breathe out...'
A tapping at her screen window broke her out of the relaxed state she was trying to perfect. She got up and smoothed out her jeans. They were black, like most of her clothing. She used to be completely preppy, but meeting Spike had changed that somewhat. He subtly reflected his tastes onto hers. And soon she was listening to obscure bands she'd never even heard of. She liked the music, it was just somewhat of a culture shock. She adapted though. And here she stood, in black knee-high Doc Martens with black cargo dickies and a purple tank with a black mesh jacket thrown over it.
She smiled at her friend Cordelia who was currently standing knee deep in the assorted flowers Buffy's mother Joyce had planted a month ago. Cordelia was like most of Buffy's friends. Bad home life, really good at school, knew all the connections for parties and drugs even if she was(for the moment) clean. Cordelia wore a white off the shoulder blouse, and a black mini. Her 'bling bling' neclace as she put it, gave the whole outfit a bit of a hip-hop flavor. Which was why she wore it. Leave it to Cordelia to never be typical.
"Need some help there Cor?" Buffy said, smiling wryly as her friend lifted the almost invisible section of screen Buffy had cut out a year ago.
"Almost got it..." Cordelia bit her lip as she furrowed her brow in concentration before finally lifting the screen with a triumphant grin."There we go! All it needed was a push. Now, after all that trouble I went through you can't possibly deny me ANYTHING now."
Buffy groaned in mock agony. She knew Cordelia wanted her to go to some new club or rave and she also knew it would be fun. Which was partly the reason she didn't want to go. She felt on edge 24/7 with the whole Spike ordeal and almost constantly felt the need to cry. Cordelia didn't know this of course. Cordy hated Spike anyways and if she knew this particular hell he was putting Buffy through, she would have his balls served to him on a silver platter.
"I don't know Cor...Remember the last time we partied?" Buffy said, eyebrows raised.
The last party Buffy had gone to with Cordelia had been, well suffise to say 'interesting'. There was of course beer and Buffy had never done shots before. She decided to try it. BIG mistake. She got so drunk she ended up doing the cha cha in her underwear on her neighbors lawn at three in the morning while Cordelia puked her guts out in the poor guys mailbox.
Cordelia smiled as though she had heard something funny. "Yea," she said, and then grimaced. "you did get pretty plastered. You thought I was Big Bird from sesame street, and kept asking me why my tail was so bushy."
Buffy laughed at the thought of Cordelia with a tail. "It's just, I don't know, I don't feel in the partying mood tonight, you know?"
Cordy nodded in understanding, "Yea, I know. But you gotta go out and do SOMETHING. You can't just hang in your room all day, it's not good for the skin." She winked before continuing, "Besides, we'll stop by that boyfriend of your's house on the way there. See what the asshole is up to. Still wanna stay inside?" She smiled, she knew the answer before it came.
"Hold on, Let me get my coat."
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Buffy sat in the red Jeep Wrangler next to her friend as they drove to Spike's house. Cordelia turned the radio on and switched it around before landing on a station she liked. Buffy smiled at the song. She remembered this song from the seventh grade. She used to be obsessed with the band.
'How things change...'
She had met Spike in the seventh grade, well technically the late sixth but whose counting. He was completely gothed out and she was all innocence and preppiness. While not shy by any means, she was infact the class clown, she was incredibly shy around boys. Especially ones she liked. She liked Spike from the first time she talked to him. He was, quite literally, the yin to her yang. They were a pair, though not alike in any way, so completely opposite they got along perfectly.
As Buffy watched the trees and houses go by, she couldn't help but recall the first time they actually 'met'...
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JULY 6, 1997
Buffy looked at herself in the mirror critically. Her see-through over shirt and white tank complimented her khaki colored shorts nicely. She smiled at the shirt, it was one of her favorites. Her cousin had one just like it, and her cousin was her hero.
Today was a big day. First day of seventh grade. No longer a sixth grader, not quite the top-dog eighth graders. She was gonna be like a middle child.
'Marsha, Marsha, Marsha...'
Buffy giggled at her own stupid joke. While she wasn't happy that her school was year-around and that meant she had to go to school in the summer, at least it meant she'd get to see her friends again. And make new ones.
"Buffy! The bus will be here in a few minutes, hurry up!" Joyce yelled up the stairs at her.
"Coming Mom!" Buffy yelled back as she gave her hair a final flip before exiting her room.
She ran down the cranberry colored stairs, taking them two at a time and gave her mom a hug before, on impulse, hugging her grey and white cat as well. The cat of course screeched and ran towards the sofa. Buffy laughed before running towards the bus stop at the corner just as it pulled up.
The bus was packed with kids. Throwing things and talking, it was like walking into a wind tunnel. A few stopped to look at her as she entered the fray, before going back to their own business.
'Man, I'm not sure there are any seats...what do I do if it's full?'
Buffy breifly panicked, before reason set in. This bus was full of practically all seventh graders. And she knew almost all of them. She was the class clown, she had tons of friends. She could do this. Maybe.
She had reached the back of the bus. She had reached the back, and there wasn't an empty seat. Before she could decide a small voice next to her spoke out.
"You wanna sit next to me? I'm not sharing with anyone at the moment..." The girl stared up at Buffy with eyes like saucers and before Buffy fully knew what she was doing, she had already sat down and was thanking her.
"Thanks for the seat, I'm Buffy." She offered her hand to the girl.
"Your welcome, I'm Willow. It's nice meeting you. It would be cool if we have a class together, you seem like a nice girl."
Buffy replied with a 'same here' and sunk into her seat. She hadn't slept much the night before. She was an insomniac but still, the night before the first day back always set her on edge.
She watched as the school came into sight and the bus pulled up in a long line of other buses. She got up and grabbed her silver metallic alien shaped backpack her dad had got her. Trendy, yes. But who cared, she was a clown and it was her job to entertain the masses she thought with a grin.
She got off the bus and looked around. She noticed the different tables set up, arranged by last name and she went to her area, S-Te. She told the lady her name and took her schedule. Skimming through it for her first class.
Per. 1 Science: Cabot Rm. 458
Per. 2 Girls PE: Lane Rm. N/A GYM
Per. 3 Computer Sci: Lawrence Rm. 101
Advisement: DeMaggio Rm. 106
Per. 4 Social Studies: Giles Rm.104
Per. 5 Language Arts: Giles Rm.104
Per. 6 Pre-Algebra: Calendar Rm. 105
'Hey, I got Science first, cool. I'm good at science. Sorta...'
Buffy headed towards the '100 hallway' as it was affectionally dubbed. While Science was her first class, on the first day, Advisement came before all else. Advisement was a 30 minute class that really had no point. The only reason is existed was because Lunch was split between the seventh, eighth, and sixith graders. Sixth graders had 'first lunch' with half the seventh grade class, while eighth graders had 'second lunch with the rest of the seventh graders. Most students used advisement for study hall, while others, such as Buffy, used it as a time to freshen their makeup and talk to their friends.
She lined up with the other students when a pair of hands covered her eyes and whispered, "Guess Who?"
"Uhhhh...Jesus?" Buffy replied, jokingly while spinning out of the hands reach. The student in line laughed at her joke and she turned around to face Willow.
"Hey Willow! Wow, this is so cool, we have the same advisement. Know what that means huh?" Buffy said with a grin, Willow was really nice, and had best friend potential.
Willow appeared confused for a moment before she caught on. "We have the same classes!" She said loudly and hugged Buffy. Buffy, who wasn't prone to spontaneous hugging, weakly hugged her back.
Mrs.DeMaggio arrived just before a few kids decided to ditch, "Alright class, single order, single order, no talking! Just let me find my keys..."
Buffy smiled, she liked her new teacher already. The blonde, 40-something woman finally managed to unlock the door and let them in, instructing them to sit where they wanted. Buffy took a seat next to Willow and was about to start doodling with her new set of colored pens when HE arrived. Another student had arrived late and was talking to the teacher about not getting a detention.
Her eyebrows rose and her jaw dropped before she managed to catch herself. He was so cute! No, scratch that, he was hot. He was all dark clothing and spiky platinum-blonde gelled hair. He was wearing a 'Korn' tee shirt and she wondered where her korn CD was before his eyes met hers.
'Oh..My..God...'
While talking to Mrs. DeMaggio he had been doing a sweep of the room and his crystal-blue eyes had latched onto hers. She could feel herself being sucked into them, she was hot and cold all over and she bit her lip to keep from saying something, anything to get him closer.
He smiled as though he knew what she had been thinking and started walking in her direction. His eyes still on hers, he winked and sat down directly behind her. She froze as she felt a hand lightly tug her hair, she turned around to meet his face inches from hers.
"Hey Goldilocks, my name is Spike." He half-smiled at Buffy and she felt herself melting.
'English Accent, ENGLISH ACCENT!!!!'
"My name is Buffy, It's nice to meet you." She gathered herself and smiled back before turning around. That's when she felt it, that feeling of elastic being stretched too far. She had a split second to think before he released her bra strap.
'Oh Shi-'
*Snap*
TBC...
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