A/N I originally wasn’t going to update today, but the number of reviews made me decide otherwise. This is kind of a short chapter and I’ll try and have another one tomorrow. Thank you to all the reviews I’ve gotten so far!
Chapter 2 – Not a Clue
Spike walked into the modest, two-story house on Revello and draped his
duster on the banister as he made his way into the kitchen. His mother
Jenny was standing in front of the oven, keeping an eye on a batch of
cookies, as she looked up to smile at her son.
“Hello, sweetheart,” she said, walking over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“Did you have a good day?”
Spike shrugged as he took his place at the kitchen island, grabbing one of
the cooling cookies off of the plate in front of him. “It was alright, I
guess.”
“Did you have a fight with Harmony?”
Spike gave his mother a look at the obvious hopeful tone in her voice. It
was no secret that Jennifer Giles disliked Harmony Kendall and obviously
thought her son could do better. “No, Mum, I didn’t have a fight with her.
I just kept running into some new chit. Literally.”
“What’s so wrong with that? You didn’t injure the poor girl, did you?”
Spike offered her a small smile. “Only in my dreams, Mum.”
“William Giles, I don’t want to hear my son talking that way.”
“She just gets under my skin,” he mumbled, staring at the tiled surface.
“Is she annoying?”
“Yeah.”
“Stubborn?”
“Yeah.”
“Irritating?”
“Yeah.”
“Pretty?”
“Yeah…wait!” Spike looked up and saw the devilish smile on his mother’s
face. “That was a trick question.”
“It worked, didn’t it? So, what’s her name?”
“Buffy.”
“Buffy,” Jenny repeated softly as she took her latest batch of cookies out
of the oven. “Sounds like an interesting girl.”
“If you mean to say spoiled, I’ll support that statement.”
“William, did you even give the girl a chance? You haven’t even known her a
day.”
“And that’s one day too many,” Spike said, walking out of the kitchen.
* * * * *
Buffy tried to enter her house as quietly as she could. Not quiet enough,
apparently.
“Buffy!”
Buffy inhaled sharply at the sound of her father’s voice. The very idea
that he was even in the house sent chills racing up and down her spine, but
knowing that he was looking for her practically had her in panic mode.
Knowing that it was best to not keep him waiting, Buffy made her way through
the huge, impersonal mansion, quickly coming to stand in front of her
father’s office. Timidly knocking on the door, Buffy jumped when the door
was wrenched open and an angry Hank Summers stood in front of her.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I-I’m sorry. I had to talk to the guidance counselor after school.”
Hank seemed to study her for a long time before his glare deepened. “Get
out of my sight.”
Buffy wasn’t sure what had made him so angry this time but didn’t hesitate
to retreat to the front of the house. Quickly climbing the staircase, Buffy
made her way to her room, dropping her backpack in a nearby chair as she
collapsed on her bed.
Her mind flashed over the events of the day. Buffy was grateful that she
had made two new friends, even if she did have too many run-ins with the
infuriating Spike Giles. Buffy lay on her bed, repeatedly tossing her
stuffed pig Mr. Gordo into the air and catching it on every downfall.
Buffy froze when she heard footsteps approaching. Surely her father
wouldn’t seek her out when he had demanded her out of his sight less than
ten minutes ago. Hearing a soft knock on the door, Buffy breathed a sigh of
relief. Hank Summers never concerned himself with knocking. It was ‘his
house’ after all, and he could ‘go anywhere he damn well pleased.’
Jumping up from the bed, Buffy opened the door to reveal Winifred Burkle.
Fred was one of the maids in the household and the closest thing to a mother
that Buffy had these days.
“How are you, honey?” she asked with compassion evident in her voice.
“I’m okay,” Buffy said with a shrug. “It’s not that bad…today.”
Fred nodded. “How was your first day of school?”
“It was good,” Buffy said, offering a tentative smile. “I made some new
friends. I’m meeting them at the local club tonight.”
“That’s great,” Fred said with a big smile. “Be home before your father
gets back,” she warned, the smile fading from her face.
“Don’t worry,” Buffy said with a nod. “I’m not going to give him any
ammunition to use against me.”
Fred gave Buffy a quick hug. “Charles said he’ll be back a little after
midnight.”
“Thanks, Fred. And tell Gunn I said thank you.” Charles Gunn was her
father’s driver. In the few weeks since she’d moved in, the staff had made
a conscious effort to look after Buffy.
Buffy shut the door and leaned against it as Fred left. Looking around her
room, she shook her head at the irony of her life. The room was decorated
in burgundy shades, accenting the deep cherry wood of her four-poster bed,
dresser, and desk. Several windows lined the huge room, including Buffy’s
favorite place- her window seat.
The seat was covered in a velvet, burgundy cushion and looked out over the
vast grounds of Hank Summers' property. From the gardens, where every exotic
flower that could survive the California heat were planted, to the stables
and rolling pastures that were dotted with exquisite Thoroughbreds.
Hank never bothered to ride the horses, only having a few exclusively for
riding. He housed prized stallions which he used for breeding to local
racing farms. The horses were also one more way for Hank to schmooze his
fancy clients that he brought home to wine and dine from his law-firm
Summers & Pryce.
On the outside, Buffy was nothing more than a spoiled little rich girl,
perfectly polished and playing her role as the attentive daughter. But
scratch the surface, just the tiniest amount, and the glamour fell away.
She might appear to be a princess, but more than anything, she wanted her
mother back. She wanted the life that she had grown up with, in a modest
house with a warm, comforting environment. A bedroom that felt
personalized. She wanted the love and kindness that she feared she would
never have again. Yes, people thought they knew Buffy Summers…they didn’t
have a clue.
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