Author's note: Okay this is where Spike and Buffy actually meet, hooray!

September 8th 2009

Buffy stood outside her first class, Chemistry, she hated chemistry. This was her second time taking it, though she perked up suddenly seeing Anya and Willow come up to her, "Thank god I have you guys in this class with me…" They all hugged and went inside, taking a seat at the lab seats in the very back of the room.

Riley walked by, "Hi Buffy…" He said as he passed, he was generally new this year, but he fell into their group over the summer, so he wasn't exactly viewed as 'the new kid'.

"Okay class… let's simmer down, I know how exciting first day of school is…" The teacher began her lecture about lab rules and Willow and Buffy paid no attention.

"Did you hear about the new English teacher, Lorne says he is really hot. I've never seen him so eager to get to first period…" Willow said giggling a bit.

Buffy smiled, "Pratt? He's the new English teacher? Don't we all have him in third?"

Willow nodded, "I think so… I have a feeling English is going to be awesome this year." Willow giggled a little too loud and was quickly snapped at by the teacher. Her and Buffy settled down and actually paid attention.

Everyone scheduled to have 3rd period English with "Mr. Pratt" just kind of stood outside of his open door, not quite sure if they should go in. Eventually Angel took the first step in, wandering aimlessly into the near empty room. All it had were the desks and chairs, other than that the walls were blank, as was the white board. Everyone saw that Angel didn't disintegrate upon entry so they all started pouring into the room; "This is weird…" was what most of the comments consisted of as they all took their favoured seats and quickly quieted down.

The bell rang, and still no appearance, randomly a man walked in and closed the door, "Sorry utilizing my passing time to the best of my abilities…" He walked to the back of the room, stepping quickly into his office and coming out with several large boxes. He was dressed in a light blue long sleeve shirt; the top three buttons were undone almost seductively showing off a small bit of his chest. He had a short buzz cut, and wore thick rimmed glasses, even though the man despised said glasses, they failed to hide is high cheek bones and deep blue eyes.

"Morning everyone…"

Spike hid for a while, watching his class for a moment, and then decided to head in. This was his second class of the day, 2nd period being his free period, and he was especially nervous about it, this was his advanced class. He came in, apologized for his lateness, and gathered his boxes of goodies, "Morning everyone…" He had worked with Holly until he perfected an American accent; it made him feel safer about keeping his second job a secret. He snatched a dry erase pen from his pocket and wrote his name on the board, "Mr. Pratt… Pratt, Master P, Han Solo… I don't care what you call me, but when there are other teachers or administrators around, it's Mr. Pratt…" He turned around and saw his class was still completely dead, "Talk people… be disruptive… do something…" Someone coughed, "That's a good start…"

Spike put the marker down and stood with his hand on his hips. "As you can see it's a bit bare in here, the reason is, it your guy's job to decorate it," He opened his box and pulled out some notebooks then passed them out, "Every Monday you need to come here with a quote written in this book, it needs to reflect how you've felt through the past week, got it?"

Still no one stirred; he sighed after giving everyone a note book and went back to the front of the room. "Fine," He sat on top of a desk and pulled out a chair to put his feet on, "My name is Mr. Pratt, and I'm 39… I like long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners." He smiled hearing a couple kids chuckle, "Ah…" He scanned the room, "You, Red…" He pointed a Willow, "Your turn…"

Willow blushed, "I uh… I'm 17 I'm a Scorpio…" Spike smiled, "I like reading and-and hanging out with my… friends?" she looked to spike asking if that was the right answer.

He smiled, "Alright… forehead over here…" He pointed at Angel.

Angel looked up, "I'm Angel, I'm 18… and I don't like you making fun of my forehead…"

"Oh, okay… see if you hadn't shared that I would have kept up with it…" He pointed at another random kid and listened to the answer. After several kids spoke, everyone had begun to relax, "Goldilocks here…" He pointed at Buffy, "C'mon then…"

Buffy froze the second he laid eyes on her, "Ummm… Buffy… I'm 17 and I like music and hanging with friends…"

"What's your favourite band?" He inquired, just for his own entertainment.

"Falling Down To Summerset …" She replied shyly, he hadn't asked any of the other kids a question.

"Oh… never heard of them, because I'm old…" He quickly moved on to the next kid. With 10 minutes to the end of the class, they had finally finished with the last student. "Okay now if anyone asks you about your class today you tell them I worked you until your fingers were bleeding, Mwa ha ha ha…." Everyone chuckled as he put his evil laugh echoed through the room, "And if you all come here tomorrow acting like stiff pricks again… excuse my English… you with have to write many pages of mind numbing nothingness until I'm satisfied…" He smirked evilly as the bell rang.

As everyone left he yelled out for Buffy, "Come here a moment…"

She nervously went to the front of the room and stood a bit away from him, "Yes?"

"Great taste in music…" He smiled and leaned on a table.

"I thought you said you've never heard of them…" She had small smile as she spoke.

Spike leaned in a bit and whispered, "I lied… hehe… off to class, miss…"

Buffy blushed as she turned slowly and took off, Spike waited for his next victims to file in.