Chapter 8 Just My Type
Spike walked into the cafeteria with Clement. He was kinda excited to end the school year here in America with his cousin. And getting away from his abusive dad was a plus. his mother and him needed a break before he broke them. He would be forever grateful to his Uncle Giles.
"So who's this girl, I heard you stalking this weekend?" asked Clem.
"Wasn't stalking , leering." Spike corrected.
"Like that's any better. And you think she's here?"
"Gunn mention she goes here." Spike said looking for Buffy.
He still wasn't sure how to approach her even after they slept together. They had fallen asleep after escapade and he left before dawn. Maybe it would've been easier to have left a number. But then there wouldn't be no mystery in that. Spike was taken out his thoughts when Clem pointed at a blonde chick.
"That her, she's blonde and hot." asked Clem
And it was her, sitting with her three friends he remembered from the Bronze except for the rogue looking one.
"Yeah, that her, mate."
"Wow, you know how to pick them don't you."
"Why would you say that?"
"well, a lot of guys say she's hard to get along with if you know what I mean?"
"Meaning?" asked Spike.
"You know, she's hot she's cold, she wants you then she doesn't."
"Oh right, just my type." Spike says curling his tongue under his top teeth.