Spike wondered if he came on too strong with Buffy. She didn't show up at school that day and he had a feeling that it was something he did. He decided that he would wait around for her in the off chance that Buffy may show up. His dad had left as always and spike set to reshelving the books. He turned around at the doors open as he gaped at the blonde in front of him.

Clad only in a black schoolgirl skirt, black button up shirt and knee-high boots, buffy strode toward him. God, her legs looked great. And her hair was just the way he liked it. He wanted to jump her bones right there and then.

"Sorry I'm late." She said innocently. There wasn't any space between them at all. He could feel his body react to her light touch. "But, I couldn't find anything to wear so I had to do some laundry. Then I realized that I wanted to dress nice for…you." She walked her fingers down his chest. "But nothing seems to work so then I realized that maybe you'd like me if I did this." She said undoing the top button so he could see a decent amount of cleavage. Buffy shoved him down on the ground straddling him. "Now, you have something I want and…I would appreciate it if…" Spike couldn't resist and crushed his lips against hers. Buffy didn't know how to react but kissed him back after a few awkward moments. She stood up and wiped her mouth shocked at what she had just done. "I…what did you? What did I? How could you?"

"What are you talking about? You threw yourself on me."

"I was trying to get my book back and I realized you wouldn't do it without persuation so I decided that..."

"You did all that just to get your bloody book back?"

"Yeah."

"That's hot." Buffy rolled her eyes.

"can I have it back?"

"Can you persuade me more?" Spike smirked

"Randy johnathan Giles, when will you learn?"

"What? How did you know my name?"

"Its in your school records."

Spike ran up and pinned her against the wall loosely. "What else do you know?"

"What don't you want me to know?" Buffy asked moving him out of her way. "Where's my poetry book?"

"Where do you want it to be?"

"I don't have time for this Randy, I was on the breakthrough of writing a new poem."

"I really liked the one about love. Let me guess, you were in eighth grade?"

"What?"

"Thought as much."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for one thing, "You are my one, my only love the only love I'll ever need?""

"What's wrong with that?"

"A girl's first relationship starts around there most likely and then they get serious with a guy, I'm guessing that you got really serious with him…maybe third base…"

"That's none of your business."

"I see I struck a nerve. Anyways, he started to get even more serious than you liked and then." He examined her eyes and saw the hurt reflected in the hazel orbs.

"Please stop." She whispered.

"He raped you didn't he?"

Buffy looked up at him. He had never seen such an expression before. It was of hurt and pain, and relief. "How did you know?"

"Its not that hard to figure out. You tensed when I grabbed your legs the other day, you tensed…and when I kissed you, you froze."

"I could just not like your kisses."

"you don't though…I felt you on top of me… after a while, you relaxed…you got deeper into it." Something surged through her.

"I have to go."

"No, you have to help me and answer those other questions. So sit."

"I'd rather stand."

"If you want me to look up your skirt than that's fine with be but…" Buffy plopped herself down, pulling out a jacket and setting it over her legs.

"Alright. Ask your questions."

"Alright first one. What happened really two years ago?"