Disclaimer-I eat glue. I mean, you no sue cuz me no own.

Um…well, he heh…Man, I must be doing something wrong. Damn, oh well.

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It was the end of the school day, the California sun was beating down on Los Angeles like a magnifying glass on an ant.

"Man, it sure is hot out for being December!" Faye exclaimed, walking with Spike to his car.

"No shit, usually it's cold out." He commented back. Vicious, Cassandra and Julia were all long gone, Julia having gotten a ride home with Chris before their last class.

"So, what time will you be over?" Faye asked.

"Around six or so, I don't have to work that long on Mondays." Spike answered, Faye nodded and smiled. "What?" Spike interrogated.

"You wanna eat at my house? We always have plenty of food!" She said. Faye remembered that her step father wasn't coming home until Wednesday. 'Thank god! I don't want to know what he'd do if I brought a guy over!' She winced at the thought.

"What's your deal?" Spike quizzed, unlocking the driver's door and pushing the little button to unlock the other doors.

"Nothing, just thinking of how hard the project will be." Faye lied, but Spike bought it.

"Yeah, it's gonna be a pain in the ass." He grinned and slid into the driver's seat, Faye hopping in the passenger seat. "So, where you live?"

"It's not that far away from here, but you have to go through a bad part of town so I don't like to walk." Faye explained.

"Left or right?" Spike asked as they neared the turn out of the school parking lot.

"Left." Faye said, resting her arm on the door and looking out the window.

"So, you got any family?" Spike asked her, trying to make conversation.

'Oh great, he just had to bring that up.' Faye thought bitterly. "Yeah, I'm an only child though. But my parents divorced when I was 4, and my step-dad's a bastard." She responded. 'If only he knew how much of a bastard.' She added mentally.

"Cool. I gotta brother in college, a mother that hates me, and her boyfriend that wants to kick the shit out of me. Probably because I make more money than him. All he does all day is lay around on his fat ass and watch TV." Spike said casually.

"Well, life's a bitch and it comes with assholes." Faye shrugged. It was surprising how open he was about that, she was really secretive about her home life.

"Yup." He answered. "Left or right?" He asked when they came to another turn.

"Right." Faye answered. They sat in an unusual silence, leaving Faye to her own thoughts and Spike with a really retarded song stuck in his head.

'The lolly pop guild, the lolly pop guild…' The little munchkins' annoying voices sang in Spike's head. 'Damn it Julia, why'd you have to start singing that retarded song?' He wondered, gritting his teeth and stomping on the accelerator to get through a yellow light.

'I've got a few days of freedom, too bad it isn't a few years.' Faye thought dully, watching the pedestrians on the street as Spike's red Camaro sped by. Her home looked decent, it was a fairly nice house and it was clean, her family looked happy. The three of them who lived in the small home seemed happy enough. That was when her mother was around, Faye's mother was a business woman and was gone for fairly long periods of time, her step father was a business man also, but never seemed to be gone as much. Life was cruel that way, it gave you too much of what you didn't want and not enough of what you wanted. When her mother was gone it was hell, that was what pissed her off the most, that her mother would believe that worthless bastard over her own daughter, the very thought made her sick.

"Faye…Faye…Faye! Turn or keep going?" Spike asked, obviously snapping her out of her deep thoughts.

"Turn, it's down this street, on the right side. It's fairly small and white."

Spike nodded, he drove past a few nice looking houses, then spotted a small white house. "That it?" He asked. Faye nodded.

'What the hell? Why is he still here?' She wondered angrily. 'And why is mom gone?' Spike glanced over at her and saw the half scared half pissed look on her face.

"Um…I'll be over around six okay?" He said, pretending not to notice the look in her emerald eyes.

"Kay." She replied. Spike stopped and Faye hopped out of the car, waving a little. "Thanks!" She called as she neared the front door, she heard the stereo start up as he drove away, and much to Faye's dismay it was a song she liked.

'Damn it, why didn't he play that when I was in the car?' She made a face and then remembered what her problem was. 'Shit, here we go, another week in the life of Faye Valentine, a.k.a., hell.' She growled as she flung the door wide, there he was, sitting on the couch in a pair of pants and a white t-shirt, watching TV.

"Who was the guy you got a ride with?" He interrogated.

"A friend." This was bad, she was referring to Spike Spiegel, whom she had just met today, as a friend. What was the world coming to?

"Really? A friend as in someone you slept with the other night?" He snapped.

Faye was tempted to throw her bag at him, and the look she gave him sure showed it. 'Bad mental pictures bad mental pictures….' A little voice in the back of her head buzzed over and over again, but was pushed away by other thoughts. "he's got a girlfriend." She said with a forced calm.

"So he's cheating with her with some whore he met, or in short terms you." He stated.

That was it, Faye Valentine was not a whore. She may dress like one but she was far from being a whore. "Sure, just like my mom's sleeping with some low life bastard that she met off of the fucking internet, or in short terms, you." Faye snapped evilly.

"Watch your mouth and you might want to watch how you refer to your step father." He responded with a nauseating smirk that made Faye want to throw up.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot about how much I LOVE you and my mother! God what was I thinking, calling you a low life bastard, I can come up with so much better!" Faye exclaimed, smacking herself on the head and rolling her eyes.

"Watch it you little bitch, one more word and you're going to meet my fist again." He warned, standing up threateningly.

"Why I think we've already been introduced a few dozen times!" Faye started, "Now if you don't mind, I need to use the computer, I have much better things to do than be introduced to some sick-fuck bastard that gets kicks by hitting high school girls!" She knew that he would hit her with or without her smart ass comments, so she said them anyway. One of these days she'd back them with a punch or two of her own, and it might as well be today.

**Meanwhile**

"Hey Vicious!" Spike called after his white haired friend. Vicious looked up with his usual grin. "How late you work tonight?" He asked, Vicious shrugged.

"Dunno. Only till six or so I think, why? Don't you have to go work on that project with Faye?" He asked, pulling a metal lighter out of his pocket and flicking the lid back.

"Yeah, sweet lighter where'd you get it?" Spike asked, snatching the lighter from Vicious.

He shrugged. "Stole in from some dude fifth hour, the retard didn't even know it was gone." Vicious reached out and snatched the lighter from Spike's hands.

"It's kinda heavy, you might want to make sure your pants don't fall down." Spike said with a grin. Vicious shrugged again.

"So they're baggy." He commented.

"Baggy, hell, ten times too big I'd say." Spike's grin widened.

"You're not much better. Besides, it's called a belt." He added, pulling his pants up a little higher.

"Too bad you don't wear one." Spike laughed. (Males, they have the dumbest conversations, Me: I think them up.)

"Neither do you buddy, neither do you!" Vicious said, laughing along with him. Guys laugh at the dumbest things.

"Remember that one time when Cassandra stepped on the bottom of your pants and they fell down, man I thought that Julia was going to have an aneurysm from laughing, hell I thought I was too." Spike remembered, laughing a little more.

"Ha ha, laugh it up." Vicious muttered, also remembering that extremely embarrassing moment. Julia still made fun of him for it, so did Spike (obviously) and Cassandra. "Well, time to go work for minimum wage some more." Vicious said un-enthusiastically, even though they made more than minimum wage where they worked. Spike finished his laughing and followed Vicious, Each of them having to (unfortunately) work at a fast food restaurant.

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Dat be it for my third chapter. I don't know what to do with Faye's little ordeal, that's why I stopped where I did. Um if ne1 is reading feel free to lemme know.

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