Chapter 3
“We need to talk.” His voice was sharp and low as he grabbed Dru by her arm and dragged her to the nearest corner.
“Spike! What-“
“Is it true?” He interrupted her. “Please, tell me it isn’t true.”
“What isn’t true, Spike?” She asked with a soft voice as she ran her hand across his cheek.
He closed his eyes for a split second before gripping her hand and pulling it away.
“Answer me!” he ordered.
She took a deep breath and sighed. Making an irritated face she answered simply:
“Yes.”
“What?!” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“I’ve been with Angel. I was going to tell you-“
“When? When everyone in school already knew about it and were laughing behind my back?” He growled.
“I knew you wouldn’t understand.” She sighed annoyed.
“Bloody right, I don’t! Dru? You’re *my* girl.” He said desperately.
“Not anymore.” She answered plainly.
“But-“
“It’s over Spike, I’m with Angel now. I’m sorry.”
She walked away, leaving him standing there.
~+~
Buffy dragged her feet as she walked.
“They’re all looking at me.” She grumbled.
“No, they’re not.” Willow lied.
“Willow, I’m not blind or deaf.” The blonde rolled her eyes and sighed as she plopped her tired body on the chair setting her tray on the table.
“It’ll all blow over in a couple of weeks, when they get another thing to gossip about.” Oz offered, looking at his plate and trying to identify which of the mounds were the mashed potatoes and which were the meatloaf. He had the feeling that by the end of high school all they would have would be a large puddle of unrecognisable organic matter for lunch.
“I really hope- Oh, God no!” She breathed as she saw Angel walking into the cafeteria, his arms draped across Dru’s skinny form.
“Buffy, just calm down.”
“God, I swear, by the end of the year I’m gonna break something off of him.” The blonde hissed between clenched teeth as she furiously pounded her fork into her food.
“Um… Buffy?” Oz called with his usual monotonic voice. “I’m pretty sure they don’t serve live animals in American high schools for lunch. It’s probably against a whole bunch of laws so, no need to kill it.”
“What?!” Buffy looked at her plate and realised that she had just spread the food all over the table. “Um… sorry. I think I’ve lost my ap-”
A loud banging sound was heard as the trio turned, just in time to see Angel crash into Jonathan, sending them both spiralling over the freshly waxed floor. A very pissed Spike hovered over them.
“You stay away from Dru.” He growled.
Quickly, Angel stood on his feet and towered over the shorter boy.
“Or what?” the quarterback shot back.
Spike’s answer came in the form of a punch and soon someone was yelling off the top of their lungs:
“Fight!”
Masses of testosterone driven teens screamed and cheered enthusiastically, coming to circle the fighting pair as the two exchanged hard blows.
“What is going on here?” A loud booming voice was heard and everyone turned to see principal Snyder standing by the door.
The crowd quickly dispersed to reveal two bloodied up boys frozen in position.
“You two…” He started, the intense pleasure evident as he spoke. “Are getting detention for a week. Now, move it. In my office.”
The two boys still had time to exchange a dirty look as they untangled themselves and walked after the short, bald man.
~+~
“Poor Spike.” Willow sighed as she sat on the bench next to Xander.
“Poor Spike? What about me? Publicly humiliated at the Bronze, remember?” Buffy protested as she walked around in circles in front of her two best friends. “Oh, you too, but…Spike, well… you know, he’s been crazy about Dru ever since I can remember and to see his long time girlfriend going around smooching with Angel can’t be giving him any happy, fuzzy bunny feelings.” Willow tried to explain.
“Who cares about Spike and happy, fuzzy bunny feelings? He’s an idiot and he probably got what he deserved.” Buffy grumbled under her breath.
“As much as I love to despise that bleached foreign freak I have to agree with Willow on this one. Spike’s always been head over heels for Dru; he worships the ground she walks on. No, actually any ground in the near vicinity of that girl!” Xander corrected himself.
Buffy’s response was a heavy sigh paired with an annoyed roll of her green eyes.
“They’ve been together ever since Spike moved here, like two years ago, and you and Angel have only been dating since this summer, you can’t comp-“ Seeing the deadly look the petite blonde was shooting at him, Xander quickly added: “Ok, shutting up now for fear of seriously irreparable head trauma.”
Exhaling sharply, Buffy plopped on the bench, between Xander and Willow.
“God, I hate this school.” She grumbled.
“Buffy, you…” Willow trailed off as she saw a fairly battered Angel walk out into the patio.
Buffy and Xander glanced in the direction of the redhead’s frozen gaze to see Dru running hysterically towards the tall quarterback, wet handkerchief in her hand, ready to nurse Angel’s bleeding lip.
“Kill, kill, kill, kill…” Buffy whispered the demonic mantra, which her friends easily picked up.
The entire patio came to a screeching halt as they saw the infamous bleached Brit walk out a few moments after the quarterback. Everyone froze to see what would happen. Those who expected a big scene or another bloody fist fight were clearly disappointed as Spike simply glance at the couple and walked away with a bowed head as he dug nervously into the pockets of his duster, clearly in need of an extra dose of nicotine.
“You can seriously tell me you don’t feel sorry for the poor guy?” Willow asked incredulous.
“Hum… No?” Was Buffy’s sarcastic answer. “I’m too occupied with hating Angel and that skanky ho to feel any sort of empathy for anyone, specially not that bleached idiot.”
“Why do you hate him so much?” the redhead questioned. She had never quite understood it.
“Ok, need I remind you the first time I met him was when he was pulling my pony tail and screaming off the top of his lungs ‘Fake blond ahead, danger, danger’ ?”
Willow’s eyebrows came together in a painful frown as she remembered the petite blonde’s humiliation.
“Plus he’s so full of himself, and cocky and annoying as hell with that ridiculous accent and stupid bleached head. And what’s with those absurd Billy Idol wannabe outfits? Plus those bizarre combat boots and old as hell duster and… stupid accent. He’s and idiot!” she finished her clearly negative description.
“You said ‘stupid accent’ twice.” Xander noted with a grin, but it soon crumbled as Buffy narrowed her eyes at him.
“I just don’t like him that’s all. He’s made my high school life a living hell since he first came here two years ago.” Buffy stated as the bell rang and the trio stood up and walked to their classes.