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Chapter Eleven

Buffy's attention span was minimal, which was why she'd opted to skip class the following day. Plus, she was exhausted from being up all night bitching and crying to Doyle about Spike shutting her out yet again. This time, it cut even deeper because there things there – feelings not ‘reactions' – that she'd never felt before and since Spike was the one stirring them all up inside her, he was the one she wanted to figure it out with. Yet, he didn't want her. Or, at least, he felt it was wrong to want her, which in turn made her feel as if she were dirty for wanting him. It was a dirty cycle.

Apparently she'd exhausted Doyle too since he was skipping class with her, lying beside her on the warm, soft grass in the middle of the quad with his eyes closed. She wasn't sure if he was actually napping, but her mind was racing too much to contemplate sleep.

"See, this is why you never get any boyfriends."

Buffy rolled her eyes. Just what she needed: Harmony. Buffy sat up and
stared at the blond twit. "Now my day is complete," she said dryly.

"Especially not with your bitch hanging around all the time," Harmony
continued on, ignoring Buffy's comment.

Doyle sat up then, and placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "I'm her
bitch now? I was certain it was the other way around. Color me informed."

"What's wrong Harm? Spike leave your ego feeling a little dented when he
wouldn't take you up on your offer to be his whore for the night?" Buffy
smirked.

She was more than a little surprised when Harmony smirked back and her
eyes glittered in that ‘I know something you don't know and you're going to
hate it' way. She'd seen that look on Harmony before well enough to know
that was the reason why her heart dropped to her stomach.

"That what he told you? Such a gentleman, not wanting to hurt his paragon
of virtue."

"Oh. My. God." Doyle gasped mockingly. "Harmony – you really ARE
getting an education here and not just freeloading on Daddy's money. Such
a big word for you to use. Paragon. And you used it in the right context!"
Doyle golf clapped. "Well done."

Buffy ignored him though, only focusing on what Harmony said. She stood.
"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean, we . . . well, we had some fun," Harmony giggled, twirling her hair
with her hand.

"We saw the kissing you ignorant boob," Doyle said and stood next to
Buffy.

"That's not ALL the fun we had."

"You're lying," Buffy whispered.

"Am I? Then how would I know that Spike goes commando? Or that he
has a tiny little scar on his left thigh?"

"You're lying," Buffy whispered again, but she knew for once the girl
wasn't.

"Why don't you ask Spike? He was quite yummy," Harmony giggled again
and bounced off.

Doyle grabbed Buffy's arm. "Buffy—"

"I'm going to fucking kill him."



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She wasn't aware of what Doyle was saying to her as she determinedly
made her way to the construction site to see Spike. All she kept see was
Harmony and Spike . . . doing things. All she could focus on was her anger
and her hurt. Granted, Spike didn't know that Harmony was the bane of
her existence, nor did she have any hold of him at that time but . . . But
dammit she was jealous! She was more jealous now than she had been that
night and so very angry. Not only had he lied but he went and desecrated
everything he'd told her about ‘waiting' and ‘being in love'. He was a
hypocrite! He kept Buffy as his virgin and made Harmony his whore. Not
that Harmony wasn't already, but he lied!

She saw him hammering away on a piece of wood, the sweat pouring off
him, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt and she paused in her
determination.

He was beautiful.

All that beauty was with Harmony, the voice in her head reminded her.
Yep, he was tainted beauty now. Her fists balled into fists and her jaw
clenched as she marched towards him.

Someone must have alerted him to her presence because he stood and
looked over, looking surprised. Then, he smiled gently for a brief moment
until she got closer and then he looked uncertain.

"Hey, pet, to what do I owe this honor?" he asked carefully.

Those lips that had been on her just the night before had been on
Harmony's lips and possibly—those hands, those strong hands and those
strong arms that held her had done the same—possibly more—to Harmony.


"Do you have a scar on your left thigh?" she asked angrily.

He furrowed his brow, "What?"

"Do you or don't you?"

"Yeah, a small one. I got it when—"

She never let him finish. Her rage bubbled forth and she hauled off and
punched him right in the gut with all her might. He doubled over.

Her eyes widened as she watched him hunch over, gasping for air.

"Okay, then, let's get you out of here Muhammad Ali," Doyle said and took
Buffy's hand, tugging on her to move.

She felt frozen, which explained why she nearly fell over her own feet
when she tried to walk with Doyle.

"Buffy—wait," Spike burst out.

Harmony's smirking face came back to haunt her and Buffy shook her
head, "No."

"What's going on, Buffy, wait!" Spike rushed after her, grabbing her arm,
one arm around his middle. "Buffy, I know you're angry with me but—"

"Tell me nothing happened with you and Harmony," Buffy interrupted.

His eyes widened, pretty much telling her everything she needed to know.

"You lied to me," Buffy hissed, her voice shaking with anger and hurt.

"Buffy, what did she tell you?" Spike asked, the panic rising in his voice.

"What does it matter? It's true isn't it? Just say it Spike. Just tell me you
lied to me."

He hung his head.

"I hate you," whispered, her eyes welling up in tears.

"Buffy, no, please don't say that," he begged, pulling her closer to him.

She slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me."

"Buffy—" he started.

"Buffy, honey, let's go," Doyle soothed, bringing her closer to him,
wrapping an arm around her to comfort and calm her.

"Doyle," Spike started to plead.

"Not right now," Doyle snapped. "Just leave it alone right now unless you
want one of these two by fours shoved up your ass and trust me, it WON'T be
by her!"

Spike stopped, nodding dumbly. "I'm sorry."

Doyle shook his head in disapproval before leading Buffy away as tears
seeped from her eyes.

"Dude, what did you do?" Xander asked, coming up beside him.

"I hurt the girl," Spike whispered.





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