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Buffy walked with Willow down the hall to the cafeteria. It was Friday, she had survived a week at Sunnydale high, and a week with her dad.

She had learned that this is the way her life was going to be.

She was going to have to stay out of his way as best as she could. Because she ended up finding a way to piss him off.

After the incident on Monday, she had not talked back to him. However she had made him mad once. When she had said that she had too much homework to do, to be able to go out and buy him dinner. So he hit her.

So she decided to just avoid him as much as possible. Unless they were in public, he was very nice to her in public. When people were watching.

The battle wounds were easy enough to take care of, the bruises that were on her face could usually be covered up by the right amount of concealer, because they weren’t terribly dark. And usually longs sleeves were the solution for the many bruises on her arms.

“So Willow, what do you do for fun around here on the weekends?” Buffy asked Willow as they loaded their trays with food.

“Well there is not that much to do, well I mean there is the Bronze.” Willow replied as they walked over to a table, and sat down.

“The bronze?” Buffy asked digging into her yogurt.

“Yeah its like a dance club, well as close as a club as your gonna get in Sunnydale, I mean there are live bands and stuff its pretty cool.”

“Sounds like fun” Buffy said taking a sip of her water.

“Yeah well me and Xander are going tomorrow if ya wanna go?”

“Yeah that would be great, what time should I be there?”

“Were going at 7, just meet us there.”

“Sounds great.”

When Buffy got home she marched straight towards her room, noticing that her dads car was in the driveway, which would mean he was home and she wanted to avoid confrontation.

She tiptoed up the stairs, but unfortunately her dad heard her.

“Buffy, come here I need to talk to you sweetheart.” Hank shouted calmly at her from inside the kitchen.

*Sweetheart* Buffy thought to herself, *oh Dad must have company of the none whore kind.*

She walked in to the kitchen, “hey dad what’s up,” she asked wearily.

“This is my friend, Spike Giles, we work together.” He said pointing to the younger man next to him.

Buffy looked at him, he was gorgeous, he was younger than her dad, probably about 25-27. He had white blonde hair, a killer body, and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen.

“Hi” she said holding out her hand “I’m Buffy”

Spike looked at her, *wow, Hanks daughter was bloody gorgeous. Blonde hair and hot little body, and beautiful green eyes.* He suddenly felt a little perverted, thinking of his friend’s, underage daughter like that. He noticed her eyes lingering on his body for a little longer than probably appropriate, and smirked.

“Nice to meet you love, I’m Spike. I have heard a lot about you.” meeting her hand in a handshake.

Buffy looked over at her dad who was now on his cell phone chatting away over some business matter, “Oh” was all she managed to say.

“So uh you got a nice house here, pet.” He said his eyes never really leaving hers.

“Oh, uh thanks, yeah its nice I guess” she said stuttering under his gaze.

“So your British….”She trailed off mentally slapping herself. *What the hell kind of question is that* she thought to her self angrily, I mean duhh….

He smirked “Well yeah luv…” he trailed off as Hank interrupted.

“Well, Buffy I was going to ask what are your plans for tonight?” He asked with fake concern laced throughout his question.

“Um well I was thinking of going to the bronze with some friends” she said quietly, even though Spike was there that would not stop her dad form using this against her later.

“The bronze” he stated, the anger rising in his voice a little before remembering Spike, standing next to him. “Uh honey I just don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean shouldn’t you be studying or something” He asked again with the fake concern.

“Hey uh Hank man, its not that bad of a place, its pretty decent, I don’t think a young girl could get into too much trouble there.” Spike said turning to Hank. Finally tearing his eyes off Hanks daughter.

Buffy inwardly cringed at being called a young girl by Spike. Even if she was compared to him. She wished he would think of her as more than that.

Hank gritted his teeth and in a fake sweet voice said “All right I guess its ok, be back by 11:30. Ok.”

“Ok, thanks.” she said as she turned around and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. To go get ready.

Spike gaze followed her up the stairs, trying not to follow her ass as it swayed form side to side. *I mean its just wrong mate. She’s fucking 17 years old.* He pushed those thoughts out of his head, and cleared his throat.

“So your daughter seems nice eh?” Spike asked Hank finally turning to face Hank after Buffy was in her room.

“Yeah um she’s great, lets get back to work.”

Three hours later Buffy walked into the bronze in a short black mini skirt, and red tank top with a matching red jacket to cover up some of the bruises on her arms. With platform sandals, and her hair in a ponytail, her make up done lightly but enough to cover the bruises on her face. She spotted her friends and walked over to them.

“Hey guys” she said.

“Hey Buffster” Xander said “have a seat.” She sat down at their table.

“Hey, Buffy what’s up” Willow asked cheerfully as she sipped at her sprite.

“Nothen much,” Buffy answered, “So this is the bronze huh.” she said looking around.

“Yup” willow replied, “I told you not too much”

“Aww come on guys the music is great. lets go dance” Buffy said.

“Actually the music sucks” Xander replied with a grin, “But yeah lets go dance.”

They headed out to the dance floor.

Buffy was having a great time laughing with her friends and dancing with different people. She looked at her watch, 11:20, oh shit she had to get home fast.

“Bye guys I gotta go, curfew, call me later” she said and bolted out the door to her car. She drove home as fast as she could and got home at 11:32.

She went inside noticing Spikes car was still there hoping Hank would be to busy to notice her.

“Your late” he said as she walked through the door.

*Aww shit,* Buffy thought, no such luck.

“Well by like two minutes” she shot back, knowing her attitude wouldn’t cause him to do anything with Spike right there, she instantly regretted her smart--ass tone when she saw his eyes briefly flash with anger, telling her silently that they would privately deal with this later.

“Ok well just try to be on time next time ok.” Nodding his head that she could go.

Spike was not paying attention to there conversation at all, all he did was watched Buffy’s lips move as she talked, and then his eyes trailed over her body. She looked hot, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her breasts bounced up and down in her top as she moved.

“Well yeah, ok I am going to go to bed, goodnight dad, uh um, goodnight Spike, and it was um nice meeting you” Buffy said turning her attention the gorgeous man beside her father.

Spike quickly snapped out of his daze when he realized she was talking to him “Uh um yeah uh, nice meeting you too pet, good night” he answered, again looking into her eyes. Which to Buffy’s dismay caused her to blush.

“Uh yeah bye” With that she turned around and walked up to her room

She closed the door behind her, knowing that she would later on pay for the way she had talked back to her dad.

Leaving those thoughts behind her she crawled into bed. Trying to think of happier things to get her asleep.

Part of her could not stop thinking about Spike, she knew he was her dads friend and all, but he was so sexy and she also knew nothing would ever happen, because well there was the age thing, and then there was her dad. She didn’t even want to think about what would happen with him. And I mean whose to say he’s even single. I mean with that body….*Ugh god Buffy get over this little thing, but god he’s just so hot. Ugh* she groaned burying her face in her pillow, trying to convince herself that he was defiantly not as hot as she thought, and she was just missing some guy attention. Yeah that was it. She just needed a boyfriend.

.However when she fell asleep she couldn’t help but think about spike and the way her heart did a little flutter thing when she thought of him.

Spike was zoning out, he was looking at Hank, as he talked knowing that he was speaking to him but he wasn’t listening.

I mean he knew it was wrong but apart of him could only focus on the cute blonde that was probably sleeping in a bed just upstairs, he inwardly groaned trying to get the images of her naked out of his head, and then he remembered that the certain girl who he was picturing having sex with right now’s father was sitting right next to him. *Just plain sick,* he thought to himself.

He snapped out of his daze “Uh yeah Hank I agree.”

Hank nodded “Right so I was thinking that…..” he went right back into his business talk.

Spike tried to listen for a while but it was inevitable his mind trailed off again. *Oh man what is this girl doing to me.*

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