Chapter 2:
"Buffy? Buffy is that you?" Joyce called out she was responded to by the slamming of the front door and the hurried footsteps rushing up the stairs. "Now just you wait one minuet missy!" Joyce cried striding out of the kitchen and into the front hallway. Buffy turned slowly around to face her mother, a guilty look on her face.
"My god Buffy what happened" Joyce whispered rushing up the stairs to her daughters side.
"Paint………Spike……….Detention!" Buffy sighed her mothers face was flushed and gaining more colour by the minuet.
"Buffy how could you get into detention on your first day back!" Joyce said her voice a deadly whisper.
"I didn't do it mom, he did!" Buffy wined knowing she was in trouble.
Joyce sighed, "I know you didn't sweetie" she said "but you and William have to get along this year or Mr. Snider WILL expel you"
"Captain peroxide doesn't have a soul and if he cant be nice im not going to be nice to him" Buffy whispered more to her self than anyone else and slowly trudged up the remaining steps and made her way to the bathroom. Glancing in the mirror she grimaced god she was going to kill him.
Flash back 3.15 detention room"Now to begin," Mr. Hackles voice droned, "Jack, John you to have been allocated to clean the toilets this week, scrub them well mind you I will be coming into inspect them when you are done".
"WHAT!……. toilet cleaning" John yelled "that's what a school janitor is for"
"Well he is having a break this year you WILL do it" Mr. Hackle demanded.
Mumbling the pair left as Mr. Hackle continued on down the list giving out equally horrid jobs, some of which a student should never do.
"And now we have the honored pair" Mr. Hackle mocked when he reached spike and I, his eyes screwed up into tiny slits waiting for one of us to retaliate. "you two" he continued on when neither of us said a word "are going to repaint the gymnasium….get all that graphite off it. It should be a nice and easy job that requires no screw ups!" he added a little more firmly just to drive the point home and with that he turned promptly and strode out of the room.
"Repaint the gym he's got' a be kiddin' me" Spike shot at me
"Well he isn't so can we get on with it!" Buffy whispered back furiously
"You're a bit egger pet, what you excited about workin' with me?" he mocked stepping in close to Buffy gazing down on her. God I wished he wasn't so tall then I would wipe the smug look off his face Buffy thought glaring up at him.
"NO god why would I want to work with someone as up-himself-as you" she resorted. Her face flushed with anger.
"Miss Summers William can you to get a move on….. NOW!" Mr. Hackle shouted at us from within his office and sticking his head out he added "And I don't want to hear another argument from the pair of you" a nasty smile pasted on his horrid face.
Not fight with Spike you have got to be kidding me Buffy thought her features tight as she tried to fake a smile all the while glaring at Spike.
"Come on summers" Spike grunted glaring daggers at Mr. Hackle as he turned a strode off down the long dingy corridor.
The paint was a harsh shade of cream if cream could ever be called harsh that was it now and had huge globs floating at the top as if they were dangling clown faces looming at you. It's a good thing Xander is not here thought Buffy giggling in spite of her self as Spike mixed the globing paint and poured it rather poorly into the waiting paint tray, Xander could face anything but clowns!
Dressed in oversized dungarees a bandanna on her head Buffy looked like she was ready to roll. Everything was going fine Spike wasn't even speaking to her until a large glob of paint landed squarely on the tip of his nose! OPPS! Thought Buffy that serves him right for sitting underneath her as he glared up at Buffy.
Oh what did she bloody do that for Spikes thoughts fumed. He was staring at her angelic expression his blood bubbling as his eyes roamed down to the exposed flesh at the base of her throat. His gaze distracted didn't see the second glob of cream paint that fell off the end of her brush hanging limply in her grasp over his bleach blond locks. It hit him, splattering paint into his already white hair.
"Oh that's it summers you're going to get it!" Spike said and before she could even react he was smearing paint down the front of her dungarees, creating a half circle.
Buffy gasped she couldn't believe that he had just done that! One thing lead to another and soon both Buffy and Spike were covered head to toe in dripping paint. Little did they know that Mr. Hackle was watching them from across the courtyard a grim smile lighting his already grim features everything was going as planned…
End flashback present time in the summer's bathroom
Buffy's thoughts drifted back to the problem at hand, how was she going to get the globing disgusting paint out of her hair? Lifting the limp sticky strands between index and thumb she grimaced aging letting the lock fall back to mesh with the other paint covered strands. Instead she attacked her face ringing out a flannel she attempted to rub the worst of it off. Sighing Buffy turned the shower on closing the bathroom door thinking once again that she was going to kill Spike she let the hot water cascade over her form….
Spikes house POV after detention.
"Hey Mum im home" Spike called slamming the front door behind him.
"William how was your day at school your home late" she said walking daintily into the room "oh my my what have you been up to my William" she stated looking him over as Spike glanced down at his attire.
"Uh….ill just go and get cleaned up mum" he whispered and with that he strode out of the room and up the stairs.
Jumping out of the shower Spike stood in front of the mirror checking his hair for any tell tale signs that paint had recently taken up residence there. Satisfied that nothing remained he thought back over the day's events…
Buffy had accidentally dropped paint in his hair while they were working on their "project" for detention.
She looked so shocked when he had smeared her with paint…almost cute, wait no ha cannot think that about her! We are not even friends its not possible Spike told himself.
Coming crashing back to the present with a crash, that's it im just going to have to ignore her the most I can which would be easier if the teachers stopped putting us together for projects!
"I cant like Buffy, I just cant" Spike told himself out loud staring at his reflection in the mirror. His reflection smirked at him as if telling him "yea right just try and stop me huh?"… Spike turned suddenly unable to look at the smirking reflection any longer and sighing went to get changed..
Hey guys sorry it took so long but it's the holidays now so I hope to get more chapters up and faster. (well I said hope)