Chapter 4
The days passed and eventually the looks thrown in Buffy’s direction lessened. She walked briskly through the halls, clutching her books against her chest as she looked at her watch. She sighed in relief when she reached her destination and stood quietly peeping through the hole between the large stands. She still caught the last 5 minutes of football practice, cursing under her breath the entire time as she watched the star quarterback run through the field.
“Buffy, there you are!” Willow sighed in relief.
The petite blond jumped up hitting her head on the stand above her.
“Ouch! Willow, what’re you doing here?” Buffy grumbled as she scratched the sore spot on her skull.
“Watching you torture yourself into insanity.” Willow stated tilting her head towards the field.
“I-I wasn’t… I…” She tried to explain but it was no use, she got caught.
“You’ve been following Angel around for weeks now, you have to move on.” The redhead pleaded.
“I’ll move on when I see him on his knees begging me for forgiveness.” Buffy set her mouth in a straight line to show her resolve.
“You still want him back, don’t you?” Willow asked.
“What? No!” The blonde teen answered truthfully. “I just want to seen him suffer and grovel at my feet so I can tell him ‘You’ve missed your chance.’” An evil revengeful glow sparkled in her eyes as she spoke, clearly envisioning her moment of triumph.
“Buffy…” Willow tried to reason with her, but Buffy started walking away.
“Don’t even try to talk me out of this one. I’ll find a way to get him, and until I do I’ll just follow him!”
****
She walked quietly several feet behind him so she would remain unnoticed. She already knew where he was going. It was Friday night, he was obviously going to pick her up. Bastard!
As the dimly lit house came into view, Buffy left the sidewalk and hid behind the tall bushes. She heard the unnatural rustle of leafs and looked up at the nearest tree.
“Oh, God! What a freak!” She whispered to herself at the sight of a bleached teen moving between branches, straining to see what was going on on the front porch of the house.
She picked up a long stem and reached up to poke the Brit on the ass. Startled, Spike lost his balance and tumbled down the tree, falling on his ass with a thud.
“What was that?” They heard Angel ask.
“Probably just the cat.” A clearly feminine voice answered. It was Dru.
Spike looked up to see Buffy cockily towering over him.
“You’re pa-“
A flash of anger coursed through him and in a blink of an eye he was up, his hand covering her mouth his body crushing hers against the tree he had just fallen off of.
They glared silently at one another till Spike felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand and instinctively pulled his hand away from her mouth.
“Ouch!” He hissed as he checked his hand for any sign of injury. Sure enough he found a small, but deep and flaming red bite mark. “You bit me!”
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” She hissed at him. “Skulking in the dark and spying on your ex.
“I’m pathetic? You mean to tell me you’re not here because you’ve been following the big poofter back there?” Spike countered tilting his head towards the house.
“I-I…”
“You think I don’t know you’ve been walking around the school following him everywhere?” He asked with a cocky grin.
“Well at least I don’t go around climbing trees and making poor little lost puppy eyes every time I see my ex.” Buffy hissed triumphantly.
“I’m love’s bitch and I’m man enough to admit it.” He confessed proudly raising his chin.
Buffy had no quick comeback for that one, so she settled for a pathetic:
“Crazed stalker.”
“I love Dru, I’ve always loved her, ever since I can remember. I’m not gonna lose her to some Yankee ponce.” He stated .
“Oh, now that’s just sad.” The blonde looked at him with pity.
“Like you’re not dying to have you’re big, greased poof back. All he’d have to do is ask and you’d be parting your knees for him.” He growled. But he didn’t have much time to gloat at his not so witty comment as he felt an excruciating pain take over his entire body as her knee connected with his groin.
“Pig!” She snorted, seeing him fall limply to the ground, clutching his privates as he repressed a much-needed howl.
She turned on her heels and walked away.
****
Willow hugged her books against her chest as she walked side by side with Buffy and Oz. She took in a deep breath, exhaling sharply as she entered the familiar building.
“Ah… Monday! Don’t you just love it?” She asked with a huge satisfied grin on her face.
Under heavy eyelids, the blonde threw a glance in her best friend’s direction before shaking her head and sighed audibly.
“You’re in serious need of psychiatric treatment, you know that, right?”
“What? I like school, so?” The redhead shrugged.
“My point exactly. Liking school is one of the clear signs of a very obscure neurological dysfunction that destroys the part of your brain that enables you to distinguish between fun and hard, bad work.” The blonde theorized.
Willow’s right eyebrow cocked up and Buffy continued with a serious tone:
“It’s true. There’s a part of any teen’s brain where we have defined the following logical equation: fun equals good, school equals bad, bad and good are opposites therefore school is the opposite of fun. Hence,” Buffy shook her head emphatically “no happy faces and deep content sighs on Monday mornings, especially at nine am. It’s considered highly pathological otherwise.”
Willow’s brow furrowed further and she finally asked:
“Who are you and what have you done with Buffy?”
The blonde sighed heavily and replied:
“I couldn’t sleep last night. Again! So I stayed up late watching the Discovery channel. Big show on Psychology and Logics, hence the whole theory. Don’t worry, it’ll probably go away in- Spike!” Buffy stopped her explanations as a bleached teen stood in her way and blocked her path.
“Need to talk to you, Betty!” He said with a dry voice, throwing a glance towards Willow and Oz.
“It’s Buffy.” She hissed, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “And I can’t now, I have classes.” She tried to move around him, but he took a step and once again was towering over her.
“It won’t take long.” He grumbled.
It was clear he didn’t want to be there. He scanned the hall and saw the several frowns that surrounded them. It was easy to understand why. Everyone at that school knew the seething hatred that the blonde pair nurtured for one another. Obviously, they expected the usual shouting, swearing and occasional fists flying that usually developed within five minutes of the two being within five feet of each other. This time it wasn’t happening. Why? All the students wondered as they watched Buffy sigh and signal Willow and Oz to go on without her.
“What do you want, bleached-wonder?”
“Talk to you.” He explained.
“I’m here. Talk.”
“Not here.” He frowned, throwing evil glances at all the students that stared at them, before grabbing Buffy by her arm and dragging her out of there.