Title: Sweet Sixteen
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
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Rating: Up to NC-17
Summary: AU. William and Buffy are
teenage neighbors meeting for the
first time.
Part nineteen....
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"Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology..."
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"Buffy! Are you about ready?"
What a question. She was as ready as she was
ever going to be to start a new grade, at a new school
where she only knew a handful of people...a small
handful.
Calling down something affirmative to her mother, Buffy
took one last look in the mirror before she scooped up
her book bag and ran downstairs.
In the kitchen, her mom was pouring juice and shaking
vitamins out of a bottle. She looked up and smiled when
her daughter walked in. "You look nice, honey."
"Thanks," Buffy replied briefly, accepting the vitamins and
swallowing them down with a swig of orange juice.
After changing her clothes four times, she had finally
decided on her short waisted white sweater with elbow
length sleeves and her blue denim almost-mini skirt. Want-
ing to give herself a little stature, she'd zipped her feet
into her knee high boots, then finished the outfit with a
white elastic hair band.
"How about breakfast?" her mother asked. "Some eggs,
maybe? Cereal?"
"Ugh...Mom," Buffy groaned. "I'm way too nervous to
eat. I'll just have toast...with boysenberry jam. And maybe
a granola bar." She pulled open the fridge and examined
it's contents. "Where's the leftover pizza?"
"Bottom shelf," Joyce answered, cracking eggs into a bowl
and scrambling them into a pastel yellow froth. "Sweetie,
don't be nervous. You'll do just fine at Sunnydale High. You
already know some of the kids...and Mr. Giles will be there
in the library. And of course, William will be there."
Her mom's deliberately casual tone made Buffy smile. Joyce
wanted so much for her to confide her feelings for the "boy
next door" but Buffy wasn't ready for any heart-to-hearts on
the subject.
Their relationship was still so new, so tender, and so wildly
exciting that she wanted to hug it to herself and not expose
it to endless question and answer sessions.
Joyce scooped mounds of fluffy scrambled eggs onto
two plates. Without a word, she placed one in front of her
daughter, satisfied when Buffy picked up a fork and began
to eat.
When the toast popped up, she grabbed the jam from the
refrigerator and brought it to the table. Buffy reached for a piece
and slathered a thick layer of boysenberry preserves over it's
surface. "Good," she pronounced, her voice slightly garbled.
"You sure you don't need me to take you today?" Joyce
asked, sipping coffee. "I don't mind."
Buffy shook her head. "No. I'd rather go with William." She
looked up suddenly, hoping she hadn't hurt her mom's
feelings. "I..I don't mean that the way it sounds. I just..I
thought...you know...you shouldn't be late for work and...."
Joyce held up one hand to stifle the flow of words. "Honey,
don't worry. I'm not offended that you'd prefer to be driven
to school by a handsome young man in a Ferrari. Much cooler
than being dropped off by your mom in a dusty five year old
Cherokee."
"It's not that..." Buffy began to protest. Joyce, however,
shook her head and smiled.
"Buffy...believe it or not I was sixteen once myself. And I'm
not so terribly decrepit that I've forgotten what it's like. Besides,"
she added, gathering up their dirty dishes, "I have a mountain
of work waiting for me. It'll be good to get an early start."
Jumping to her feet, Buffy snuck up behind her mother as
she stood at the sink and threw her arms around her. She
gave her a tight squeeze and a loud, smacking kiss on the
back of Joyce's hair. "You're the best mom, ever," she said
sincerely. "Which I know I should tell you more often."
Joyce turned around and returned her daughter's enthusiastic
embrace, thinking how fortunate she was that Buffy was such
an affectionate girl. Most teens her age wouldn't be caught
dead kissing and hugging their mother goodbye, but her
daughter had always been willing to submit to as much cuddling
as she could get and would hold still for excessive 'mothering'.
Laying her head against her mother's shoulder, Buffy closed
her eyes for a moment, snuggling into arms that had always
meant safety and happiness, and unending love. "I love you,
Mommy."
"I love you, too," Joyce said, feeling that mixture of emotion
that Buffy caused inside of her heart; the love and the pride
at what a lovely young lady she was growing up into, combined
with the inevitable sadness of knowing that her baby was no
longer a baby at all. Soon, her little one would be making her way
through the world on her own, and Joyce just wasn't sure she
was ready to let go.
But when Buffy pulled away, she allowed her to slip through her
fingers, forcing down the instinctual urge to hold on tightly to the
only child she would ever have.
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"Don't know much about a science book
Don't know much about the French I took.."
~~~~~~~~~~
A soft knock startled Buffy and her mother apart. Joyce returned
to the sink full of dishes, while Buffy threw open the back door.
William looked up and their eyes met. Unspoken "I love yous"
passed between them as they shared a knowing smile.
"You all ready to go?" he asked, his glance moving up and
down her small figure in a way she could almost feel.
She took one step back as he took one forward.
"Good morning, William." Joyce picked up a small towel
and dried her hands.
He returned her greeting, still staring at Buffy. It wasn't
until Joyce turned around that he was able to change
the direction of his gaze.
"Bye, Mom," Buffy said quickly, snatching up her
book bag and the lunch Joyce had made for her. Before
she could get even one step away, her mother called
her back.
"Run upstairs and brush your teeth, honey."
Buffy sighed impatiently. "We're gonna be late," she
protested.
Joyce wasn't buying it. "Then don't stand here arguing
and just go do it."
As she clomped up the stairs, muttering under her
breath, Joyce regarded William with a steady gaze.
"She's not about to admit it, but she's very nervous
about all this."
William smiled and shrugged. "S'pose that's to be
expected. New town, new school...lot of changes all
at once."
Joyce only hesitated for a moment. "Keep an eye on her
for me, William? As much as you can, anyway."
"You know I will," he promised, projecting reassurance
into his voice for her benefit.
"She's not as brave as she pretends to be," she said
quietly, hearing Buffy coming back downstairs. "I'm
counting on you to take care of her."
He nodded. "Till the end of the world."
It was the easiest promise he'd ever made.
~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world this would be.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Swinging into a space in the student parking lot,
William shut off the engine and looked at Buffy.
"Ready to learn?" he asked, reaching for her hand and
placing a gentle kiss on the back of it.
She made a face. "I think so."
"You nervous, love?"
"No." There was a pause. "Kind of."
"Got your class schedule?"
"Yes."
"Your locker assignment?"
"Number 301. Seven...ahead to fourteen...back to thirty-
six."
"Rucksack?"
"Say what?"
He chuckled. "The thing you put your books in."
"Why didn't you say so? Got it."
"It'll be all right, you know."
William climbed out of the car, then went around
to open the door for her.
She stepped out, expecting him to back up a
little. He surprised her by staying in place and
bending his head to kiss her.
It was a sweetly soft kiss, and Buffy pressed closer,
wanting more.
He pinned her up against the car, obliging her
desire. His mouth caressed her cheeks, and then
returned again to her lips.
"Now I'm ready," she whispered.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about geography
Don't know much trigonometry.."
~~~~~~~~~~
They walked up the front steps of Sunnydale High
School holding hands. Both of them drew a fair share
of attention and admiration, William from the girls
and Buffy from the boys.
"What's your first class?"
"World history. What fun." She rolled her eyes.
"Actually, it is...if you let it be." He gave her hand a
comforting squeeze.
"What's yours?" she asked.
"Advanced Topics In Algorithms."
Buffy stopped dead in her tracks. "Huh?"
"It's a procedure for solving a mathematical problem in
a finite number of steps," he explained.
To her, it sounded like something developed by NASA
engineers or some other bunch of geniuses. She only
hoped that it wasn't a required course.
Taking a grip on her hand, he delivered her to the door
of room 211. "Corragio," he murmured, lifting their
clasped hands and kissing her fingers before he released
her.
She smiled. "French?"
"Italian. Now, I'll meet you at the bottom of the stairs
and walk you to your next class, all right?"
"All right," she agreed.
"Don't go anywhere without me."
"Why would I?"
Dropping a light kiss on her lips, he nudged her through
the classroom door.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for.."
~~~~~~~~~~
Thankfully, she spotted a couple of familiar faces
in the classroom.
Anya was sitting at a desk in the middle of the room,
three back from the front row. Next to her, Buffy saw
Willow Rosenberg, a girl she'd met briefly at her birthday
party, and liked immensely. Sweet natured and soft
spoken, Willow was the type of girl who always went
out of her way to help. She was extremely intelligent,
according to William, and made consistently high marks
in all her classes.
"Buffy! Come on and sit over here," Anya called out,
pointing to the empty desk in front of her.
Making her way through the group of milling students,
Buffy plopped down in the desk and heaved a grateful
sigh. "I was afraid I wouldn't know anybody in the class,"
she said, turning around to talk with the two girls.
Willow pushed back a lock of her long reddish brown
hair. "Don't worry," she said sincerely. "Every one here is
really nice...with a couple of exceptions," she tacked on,
glancing at the classroom door.
Buffy followed her gaze and saw Cordelia Chase walking
in and talking to another girl, one with long, smooth blond
hair. They were both expensively dressed, and carried book
bags with a gold Gucci buckle on the back flaps.
Walking slowly towards the back of the room, they found
two desks next to each other and arranged their belongings
on them.
Buffy watched for a moment, turning her face away when
Cordelia's eyes met hers and she leaned over to whisper
something in her friend's ear. The blond glanced at Buffy,
then giggled annoyingly.
"Don't pay attention to them, Buffy," Willow said, smiling
encouragingly. "They've got their own little clique that they
rule over like a couple of queens, but they're pretty harmless
if you ignore them."
"Buffy's already had a taste of Cordelia," Anya said, pro-
ceeding to tell Willow about their encounter in the ladies
room of the Bronze.
Willow listened with a sympathetic ear. "Cordy warns every
new girl about staying away from Angel. One of these days
she should warn Angel about staying away from new girls."
"Mm-hmm," Anya nodded, then gave Buffy a sky smile. "It's
not a problem for Buffy," she said. "She's totally gone for William
Darlington."
Buffy smiled, her cheeks blushing a light pink, but she was
saved from replying by the teacher coming into the room and
insisting the class come to order.
~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know one and one is two
And if this one could be with you
What a wonderful world it would be.."
~~~~~~~~~~
The rest of the morning passed fairly quickly. William
met her at pre-appointed places and showed her where
her classes were, leaving her each time with a kiss and
a whispered, "Love you."
Buffy was pleased to find out that she shared all of her
classes with either Anya, Willow, or the both of them.
Xander and Oz, Willow's boyfriend, were seniors and
not in any of their classes, but they spent the morning
break together, sitting on the front lawn and enjoying the
sun.
When the noon bell sounded, releasing the students for
their lunch hour, she found William waiting for her outside
her science class. He greeted her with a kiss, then took
her hand and led her through the crowd of kids.
"Where are we going?" she asked, having to trot to keep
up with him.
Instead of answering, he ducked down a short hallway
and pulled her into a supply closet. There was a bare
light bulb with a string hanging down to switch it on and
off. The bulb was obviously on it's way out, because
the light it gave off was dim and weak.
"I'm going to die if I can't kiss you properly," William
said softly in her ear, sliding his arms around her
waist. "I've missed you all morning."
Buffy dropped her bag and wound her arms around his
neck, raising her face for his kiss. His mouth devoured
hers with a single minded passion, and his hands moved
restlessly up and down her back.
She pressed closer, needing more contact. When her
hips brushed against his, he gasped into her mouth and
slipped his hands down to cover the curve of her bottom.
Applying pressure, he ground his loins against hers.
Buffy returned the pressure wholeheartedly, trying to
relieve the ache that was growing inside of her. She could
feel the wetness beginning to trickle into her underpants,
and she rubbed harder against the iron hard erection William
had developed in three seconds flat.
"Buffy," he moaned, covering her face with soft, brief
kisses. "I love you...so much...harder...please..."
Taking a tighter hold on her rear, he began thrusting
his hips forward a little. He moved his right hand and
pulled her arm from around him to take her hand, then
began guiding it down between them....
Unfortunately, there was no lock on the door, and
they jumped apart when it suddenly swung open.
The janitor shooed them out, warning them not to let
him catch them in there again.
Buffy's face was bright red with embarrassment,
and William tightened his arm around her as he walked
her back to the front lawn of the school. "I'm sorry," he
murmured, pressing his lips against her hair.
She shook her head. "Don't be. I wanted to be there,
too."
He spotted their friends sitting at a table and headed in
that direction, trying to will away the hardness still aching
between his legs.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Now, I don't claim to be an 'A' student
But I'm trying to be
Cause maybe by being an 'A' student, baby
I can win your love for me..."
~~~~~~~~~~
After the lunch break, Buffy's next class was P.E., and
she was glad to go there, hoping that lots of physical
exertion would curb the raging desire William had set
off.
It only worked to a small degree. She was waiting her
turn to run when she spotted him coming out
of the boys gymnasium wearing track shorts and a maroon
tank top. He was walking with Xander, talking about something
that must have been funny, because he laughed.
Buffy couldn't take her eyes off him. The shorts revealed
his well built legs, and the tank top showed off the definition
of hard muscle gracing his biceps. He knelt to retie his
running shoe, looking up to say something to Xander as he
shook his shaggy hair back from his face.
When he stood up and glanced towards the field, he
smiled and waved to her.
Grinning idiotically, she waved back, then had to endure a round
of good natured teasing from Willow and Anya before the teacher
blew her whistle and directed her onto the track.
Buffy smoothed her T-shirt down and lined up next to
a tall girl with long brown hair. "I'm Amy," she said, smiling
as they knelt into a starting position.
"I'm Buffy. Hi," was all she had time to say before the
whistle went off again, signaling them to begin their race.
Buffy was feeling so good about how well her day was
going that she nearly flew around the track, leaving Amy in
her dust.
Back at the starting point, the teacher praised her time
and directed her to the next event.
Amy came up behind her, still breathing hard. "That
was great!" she said, tying her hair back into a pony-
tail. "You should think about trying out for the cheer-
leading team. You've got a lot of energy."
It sounded like fun. "Maybe I will," Buffy replied.
"Well, if you decide to, let me know. I'm the co-
captain and I can show you some of our moves for the
try outs."
Buffy nodded, turning her gaze back out onto the field,
searching for William, wanting another look at him in
his shorts and tank top before she took her next turn.
The sight inspired her to do her absolute best.
~~~~~~~~~~
"Don't know much about the middle ages
Look at the books and I turn the pages
Don't know nothing 'bout no rise and fall
Don't know nothing 'bout nothing at all..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Fifth period was a study hall for her. William scooped
her up and she came out of her math class and walked
her over to the library.
It was nearly deserted, since most of the students used
their study period for anything but studying.
Much to her surprise, William sat down next to her and
opened his science book.
"You have a study period, too?" she asked brightly.
"Mm-hmm," he said. Locating the page he wanted, he began
to read.
Buffy pulled out the notebook with her English assignment,
then went off in search of the book she needed.
The student library was beautiful, filled with shelf after shelf
of well used books. There were a few computers located at one
far end, and the tables and desks gleamed under the mellow
light filtering in from the high arched windows on the top floor.
Buffy climbed the two sets of stairs, her feet silent on the
carpeting. She wandered up one aisle and down the other,
letting her fingers drift along the spines of the books. Reaching
the end of one shelf, she turned the corner and ran smack into
William. "Oh!"
He grinned. "Sorry I startled you, love," he said, not
looking sorry in the least. "But have you noticed that we
have the place all to ourselves?"
~~~~~~~~~~
"But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you love me, too
What a wonderful world this would be..."
~~~~~~~~~~
TBC....
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