Chapter 15
Buffy’s eyes widened at his short statement.
“What?!” She exclaimed as her legs dangled off the desk.
“You heard me, Summers.” He gave her a cocky smile and his scarred eyebrow rose up high on his forehead.
She was about to protest, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times as a frown settled on her forehead, but soon realised it was no use.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” She exhaled sharply as she jumped off the table and closed the distance between them.
“It’s so nice to feel wanted.” He said with a sardonic tone, which earned him a forced smile from the blonde teen that now stood in front of him.
A moment of silence filtered between the two of them and Buffy took in a deep breath, closing her eyes and pausing before opening them again. She slowly moved in, leaning into the bleached teen who still sat on one of the desks when suddenly, she backed away.
“What?!” The bleached teen gasped, with a frown as he watched her walking around in circles.
“Still haven’t gotten over the ‘yuck’ factor.” She mumbled as she stopped to face him.
He simply looked at her with an annoyed expression plastered on his face.
“Take your time, Betty.” He grumbled, emphasizing the last word.
In a flash, she was standing in front of him, cheeks flushed and anger flashing in her green eyes.
“It’s Buffy! How many times do I have to tell you? Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!” She almost screamed. “God! You know, I don’t know why I’m doing this.” She waved her hands in the air as she started rambling. “I don’t think seeing Angel grovel at my feet is worth all the effort. You’re just so… so…” She struggled to find the right word.
“Sexy?” He offered with a grin.
“Grrrrrr…” She growled in his face. “I hate you.” She said between clenched teeth.
“Ditto.” Spike answered with a plastic smile.
Once again, she sighed audibly as she frantically struggled with her hair, pulling it away from her face and curling it behind her ears. She shook her arms at her side as if preparing for a race. Spike simply smiled. Closing her eyes once more and inhaling sharply she tried to calm herself. After a few moments of silence she was able to do so. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked down on him for a few seconds before quickly running her tongue over her lips to moisten them and leaned in. She could feel her heart slamming violently against her ribcage, her knees threatening to buckle from under her, the palms of her hands soaked as she tilted her head sideways and closed her eyes. Her mouth barely brushed over his bottom lip, for a first innocent contact. She pulled away, just a bit, to breathe in before she returned to her task. This time, she parted her lips, taking his lower one between hers, pulling lightly at it as the kiss built up.
He remained frozen, his arms at his sides, partially supporting his weight on the desk, while she kissed him. He let out a deep groan as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth as if wanting to devour it and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, gruffly pulling her towards him until she was between his legs, her arms crushed against his chest. His left hand slowly made its way from her lower back to the crook of her neck, cupping her face to deepen the kiss.
Buffy’s heart skipped a beat when she felt his tongue gliding over her mouth, as if asking permission to enter. Before she could even process the information, she was parting her lips, letting him in. A moan escaped her as they fought for dominance and the kiss intensified.
They pushed and tugged at each other’s clothes as teeth and hands came into play. Buffy’s fingers curled around the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to her while she leaned into him. They battled away and light moans occasionally filled the empty and silent classroom. Eventually, as lack of oxygen started to become an issue, Spike was forced to pull away from her. He looked at her from under hooded and dazed eyes, his forehead resting on hers as he tried to speak coherently:
“Think you’re…” gasp “Over…” pant “the ‘yuck factor’?” He managed to ask her between gasps, his gaze alternating between her eyes and her swollen lips.
“Not sure…” She inhaled sharply closing her eyelids, trying hard to control her breathing before uttering: “Better make sure.”
“Better safe than sorry…”
Buffy nodded in agreement as his hand hungrily snaked under her ear to pull her toward him for another kiss.
She had time for a short breath before he once more crushed her lips with his; his tongue slipping inside of her mouth with ravenous urgency. His hands slid down to her thighs, hooking under them and pulling her skywards as he stood up; her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his waist.
Buffy was so lost, she didn’t even notice she was being carried across the classroom and set on a hard surface. She partially opened her eyes to quickly glance down and realised she was sitting on the teacher’s desk with Spike nestled between her legs. She let out a deep groan as he nibbled his way across her jaw, towards the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.
Spike inhaled sharply and buried his nose in her turtleneck sweater for a second as her scent surround her him. The sound of her gasping sent chills down his spine and his grip on her thighs tightened as his tongue caressed the tender skin of her neck.
Suddenly, a sharp, high-pitched sound pierced through their combined haze.
“Wha…” Buffy tried to ask, but it seemed impossible.
“Hum…” She heard him moan as his mouth glided across her chin to reach her lips once more.
“Sp-“ She wasn’t able to finish the word as he kissed her once again. “Spike…” She gasped when she had a chance. “The…” kiss “Hum…” kiss “The… ah…” She gave up and leaned in to deepen the kiss.
Once again, their moans and gasps filled the room and they were lost in a blinding haze when, suddenly, loud, gossiping voices broke the stillness. The noise lasted for a few moments before coming to an abrupt halt. Buffy opened her eyes for a split second and they grew wide when she saw the door to the classroom wide open and a crowd of teens standing dumbstruck at the threshold. It took a while for her to recognize them but, eventually, she did. The short, gawking boy, whose hand still rested on the doorknob, was Jonathan, the teen next to him Andrew. The girl, who was still too shocked to close her mouth, was Harmony and the black clad figure right behind her? Who could it be, if not – Dru!
Buffy froze, wide eyed, staring back at the mini-crowd gathered at the door. She was still too flabbergasted to realise a certain bleached teen was still nibbling at her ear.
“Spike!” She called out, pulling at his duster.
There was no answer besides a deep groan.
“Why are you guys standing there like a bunch of idiots?” Angel’s voice hovered into the room as he made his way through the crowd. “Dru, honey, what going-“ He stopped in mid sentence as he witnessed the same spectacle as the others.
“Spike!!!” Buffy screamed pushing him away with such strength that the Brit stumbled backwards and only didn’t fall flat on the floor thanks to a desk behind him.
“Wha’?” He asked with a husky voice.
There was no need for Buffy to answer his question as he soon turned to see the group of teens standing at the door.
“Oh…” He managed to say; his gaze flying from the crowd to the flushed blonde still sitting on the desk.
“I… We… I and- I” Buffy struggled with the words, trying to find an explanation for the event. “I…” She tried once more, but was unsuccessful.
Her heart raced as everyone eyed her. She felt exposed, dirty. God, she felt… She had to get out of there. In a flash, she jumped off the table and was running out the door, pushing her way trough the teens, trying hard to ignore the look on everyone’s faces.
Spike was left behind, being now the centre of attentions. In complete silence, he stood up straight, shoved his hands into his pockets and started to leave the room when a strong hand gripped his arm. He turned around to see a seriously pissed off quarterback staring down at him. Angel was about to say something when Dru leaned into him and whispered something into his ear. The dark-haired teen remained still for a few seconds, pondering what to do.
“Got something to say, mate?” Spiked asked between clenched teeth.
Without a word, Angel let go of his arm and the bleached Brit stormed away while the small crown started to disband.
~+~
“Buffy!” He shouted as he watched her run down the hall.
Her response was to increase her speed as she opened the main door and exited the building.
“Buffy, stop! Buffy!” He yelled after her.
She didn’t answer, just continued to jog her way down the street.
“Buffy! We need to… talk!” He began coughing as he was almost catching up with her when she suddenly stopped dead in her track and faced him with a murderess look on her face.
“What?!” She snapped while she watched the bleached teen bend down and rest his hands on his knees as he gasped and panted violently.
“I-“ cough “Why are you running?’”
“Why?!” She yelled. “Did you see their faces? Did you?”
“Yeah! I thought that was the point!” He said between gaps as he stood up straight, his hand resting on his stomach.
“The point?” She practically screamed.
“Yeah! Make them believe that we’re together.”
“And that I’m some kind of kinky slut that likes doing it on the teacher’s desk.” She shouted.
“Come on. They’re not going to think-“
She cut him off:
“Of course they are!” She howled. “I mean, everyone was there! By now the whole school knows!”
“You’re exaggerating, luv. There were just a half a dozen kids there.”
“Half a dozen? Did you even see who was there? Every group in that stupid high school had a representative there. The nerds, the fashionably, bubbled-gum-brained cheerleaders, the jocks… God, even Dru was there to represent the freaky black-clad outcasts. But that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
“What?!” He asked confused as the blonde teen continued to scream off the top of her lungs.
“You probably planned the whole thing. God! How could I be so stupid?” She gasped as she brought her hand to her forehead. “You planned the whole thing! God! I hate you, so much, I-”
“Ok.” Spike decided to step in. “First of all – will you stop shouting for a bloody second, woman? I think you’ve just pierced my eardrum.” He protested, sticking his finger into his ear as he cringed. “And second, how the hell would I plan the whole thing? I didn’t even know you weren’t going to eat at the cafeteria.” He pointed out, but she was so enraged, she couldn’t even see straight.
“I know you did. Just admit it and I won’t have to kill you; just cause you enough physical harm that will leave you paralysed from the neck down.” She threatened with a flame in her eyes.
“Buffy, listen to yourself. I could have never done that. Even if I was *that* much of a prick, I wouldn’t be able to do it.” He tried to explain when she whirled around and started to walk away. “Buffy…” He breathed as he walked after her, but she came to a halt once again.
“Don’t come anywhere near me, ever again.” She hissed between clenched teeth and walked away.
~+~
Buffy entered the house and, without a word, stormed up the staircase and entered her bedroom. Slamming the door behind her, she flung herself on the bed. In a few moments, a light knock on the door was heard.
“Honey…?” Mrs. Summer’s soft voice filled the room as she entered it. “Are you ok? What are you doing home so early?” She questioned as she came closer to the bed and realised her daughter was crying. “Oh, honey, what happened? Buffy…”
“It’s ok, mom. I just wasn’t feeling so good so I came home.” Buffy quickly answered as she sat up straight and hastily wiped the tears from her flushed face.
Mrs. Summer’s looked at her from under a frown.
“It’s true, I’m fine. I just have this horrible headache.” Buffy lied rather convincingly.
“I knew you were coming down with something.” The older woman exhaled sharply as she rested her hand on her daughter’s forehead. “You’re kinda warm.”
“I’m fine, mom. I’m fine.” The teen insisted, running her hands across her face and pulling the rebellious strands of her hair behind her ears as she leaned on the headboard of the bed.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to catch something.”
Buffy nodded with a weak smile and Mrs. Summer’s stood up and walked over to the door.
“Well, I’ll get you an aspirin and some vitamins, just to make sure. Do you want some hot-cocoa?” She offered as she stood at the threshold.
“That’d be great, mom.”
The moment the door was closed Buffy slammed her head against the headboard as she let out an audible sigh. She ran her fingers over her face as she contemplated what had happened only half an hour ago. ‘God, how could I be so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Now everyone in school’s gonna think I’m a slut that does it on the teacher’s desk.” She let out a deep groan, closing her eyes and trying to erase the thought from her mind. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid!’ she continued to insult herself in her mind.
“It’s all *his* fault!” She finally said between clenched teeth. “God, I hate him soooo much! I’m gonna kill that bleached idiot! Kill, kill, kill…” She continued as the anger built up inside of her. “You kiss me.” She said with a mocking tone. “I’ll give him the ‘you kiss me’. Grrr….”
She slumped down on her bed and curled herself into the foetal position as she stared out the window. Soon, the screeching sound of a door opening was heard and light footsteps followed.
“Thanks, mom.” Buffy started as she turned around. “I don’t know- Spike!” She exclaimed as she saw the bleached teen standing by her bed holding a tray. “Get out!” she immediately hissed.
“Now, luv don’t want to-“
“I don’t want to hear it. Put the tray down and get out!” She raised her voice slightly.
He obeyed to the first part of the command, setting the tray on the nightstand, but ignored the second.
“Are you hard of hearing?”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’re acting this way.” He replied in a low, calm voice that made her nerves act up.
“Because… I… Hum…” She struggled for an explanation and finally hissed: “Cause the entire school thinks I’m a ho and it’s all you’re fault.”
“My fault? How is it my fault?” he asked defensively.
“You were the one who caused it. You with you’re ‘You kiss me’ speech.” The last sentence was said with a high-pitched semi-whining tone.
“No one forced you to do anything, luv. Actually, as far as I can remember you seemed more than willing.” He replied with a mocking tone, but the partial grin on his face soon crumbled as he saw the rage flare up in her green eyes. “Look, so they saw us snogging, it’s not like the entire world is going to fall apart.”
“You just don’t get it, do you? People will-“
“Will what?” He interrupted her. “We weren’t doing anything wrong!” He sighed audibly.
Buffy remained still, trying to find a reason for her rage, but couldn’t find any. He was right; there wasn’t anything wrong with what they had done. Sure it bordered on the kinky, but so what? They were teenagers; they were supposed to do dumb things.
“Luv, just calm down and-“
“Don’t call me that.” She warned him.
“Sorry.” He apologized sincerely.
They exchanged a look of truce and silence filtered between them. Finally, Buffy spoke:
“Did you see the look on Angel’s face?” She said with half a smirk.
“Yeah, the wanker looked like he was about to have a fit.” Spike replied with a grin of his own as Buffy’s smile grew.
“I never knew a person could turn that green.” She chuckled as she started to relax.
“Did you see Dru? Man, she looked like she as about to pop with envy.” He laughed out loud.
Something about the way he said it, maybe the sparkle in his eye as he spoke her name, made the subject a lot less funny to her. But, she ignored the sinking feeling in her stomach and continued in a low voice:
“Guess, the plan is working, huh?”
Spike’s smile seemed to dim at her question: “I guess.”
“Who would have thought they would fall for it?”
“Yeah…” Spike breathed as the tension between them grew.
“Well… I guess you’ll have Dru with you in no time.”
“Yeah.” He paused for a second and swallowed hard before forcing the words out. “And you’ll have Angel.”
“My own personal slave.” She said with a mocking tone and a smile. “Let the good times roll.”
Spike simply smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets. After a few moments of silence he finally decided to speak:
“Hum… Summers?”
Buffy looked at him as his gaze travelled from the floor to meet hers.
“Are you still…” He paused, waiting for her to answer, but it was clear she didn’t understand the incomplete question. “Are you still… in love with him?”
Buffy frowned a bit and tilted her head, but didn’t answer.
“Hum… I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be asking this, I’ll just be going.” He spoke quickly and awkwardly as he headed for the door. “You’re mom’s probably going to worry about you having a boy in your room all this time and-“
“She thinks you’re gay, Spike.” She said with a devilish grin.
“Don’t remind me.” He grunted as he turned the knob and prepared to leave when Buffy spoke:
“Hum… Spike?”
“Yeah, luv?”
“Me and the guys are going to the Bronze on Friday. Wanna come with?” There was a hint of insecurity in her tone and when he didn’t answer immediately she quickly added: “Totally on a ‘make Dru and Angel face the green-eyed monster’ basis, of course.” He remained silent. “Dru will probably be there… would be fun to see if she pops this time.” She continued with a weak smile. “Or maybe not, it’s your-“
“I’ll be there, Summers.” He interrupted her with a low, calm voice.
“Oh…” She breathed. “Good.” She said shoving her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as her feet fumbled with the edge of the carpet.
“See you tomorrow, Betty.”
“See you tomorrow, William.”
She watched as the bleached hair disappeared behind the closing door and held her breath. A sharp ringing tone snapped her out of her thoughts.
“Hello?” She asked as she picked up the phone.
“Buffy?”
“Hey, Willow!”
“Are you ok?” An extremely anxious and nervous redhead questioned from the other side of the line. “I mean people are talking that you and Spike were doing the nasty on Mr. Gulliver’s desk. Is that true? What happened? Are you ok? Did Spike do something-“
“Willow, Willow. Slow down. Breathe. That’s it. Inhale… exhale… inhale… exhale.” Buffy coached. “And no, I wasn’t’ doing the *nasty* with Spike. We were just… you know…”
“No, I don’t. That’s why I’m calling. Oh, and by the way, Xander had a heart attack when Harmony told him that she had walked in on you and Spike stark naked in-“
“What?! God, I’m gonna kill that bleached airhead.” Buffy grumbled between clenched teeth. “I wasn’t doing anything. We were just kissing, Willow. That’s all.”
“A-are you sure?” Willow hesitated.
“I’m pretty sure. I mean, I *was* there and all, you know?” Buffy replied sarcastically.
“So-sorry, I-I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s ok, Wills. No need to go on stutter mode.”
“So, you’re ok then? I was just worried about you. You left school and didn’t say a thing, I thought…”
“Nothing bad happened. I promise. I was just a bit… embarrassed out of my mind! Couldn’t really take the whole Gestapo-like inquiring and gawking.”
“I understand. Will you come to school tomorrow?”
“Yes, don’t worry. Ok?”
“Ok. Bye.”
“Bye, Willow.”