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Chapter 11


Spike slammed the door of his house long after he should have been home.
Jenny sat up, pretending to read a book, and breathed a sigh of relief as she
looked at her son. “You could have called,” she said softly as he entered
the living room.

“Sorry, Mum,” he mumbled.

Jenny raised her eyes to her son and noticed his rigid stance and clenched
jaw. “What happened?” she asked with empathy. “Did you and Buffy not have
a good time?”

“I’m sure Buffy did,” he mumbled, scuffing his shoe into the carpet.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I acted like a ponce, and she got mad. I never saw her again.”

“How did she get home?” Jenny asked worriedly.

“I don’t know,” Spike said quietly. “I’ve been driving around, making sure
she wasn’t walking, but I never found her.”

“William-“

“Mum, you don’t have to say it,” Spike interrupted. “I don’t think before I
act, I need to apologize, and I should make it up to her.”

“I was actually going to say you should probably call and make sure she got
home okay,” Jenny replied.

“She’s not answering her cell,” Spike said softly. “I didn’t want to try
her house and get her in trouble with…”

“I’ll call her house,” Jenny offered. “If Hank answers, I’ll just make
something up.”

Spike’s eyes shot up to meet his mother's. “You know,” he said quietly.

“Yes,” Jenny replied softly. “I know.”

“How?”

“I’m a mother, William. I just had to look close enough.”

Spike had to smile at his mother’s explanation as she picked up the phone.
Spike quickly gave her the number before he began pacing the length of the
living room.

“Hello, this is Jennifer Giles, may I speak to Buffy, please?”

“Oh, she can’t? No, no, that’s okay, don’t tell her I called. Thank you.”

Spike felt like he was going to explode as he waited for his mother to hang
up the phone. “Well?”

“She’s home, William,” Jenny replied.

“But she didn’t want to talk?”

“No. Whoever answered, it was a woman, said that Buffy came in and went
right to bed. She didn’t want to talk at all tonight. What happened,
William?”

Spike clenched his jaw. “Believe me, Mum, it’s better if you don’t know.”

“Nothing bad happened, did it?” Jenny asked worriedly.

“Not that I know of,” Spike said softly as he turned and began walking up
the stairs.

Wandering into his bedroom, he shut the door, having to fight every instinct
he had to destroy his room. His ‘Spike’ side that he had established since
high school wanted to throw anything he could get his hands on. His
‘William’ side, which Spike considered his poncey side the majority of the
time, wanted to let a few tears fall that something he had said made Buffy
have sex with someone. Someone that she may or may not have wanted to sleep with to begin with.

Reigning in all of his emotions, Spike took a deep breath and closed his
eyes. His thoughts seemed to be flying in a million different directions.
He would definitely not be getting any sleep tonight.

* * * * *

Buffy hurried toward the Sunnydale High campus, hoping that she would make
it before the first bell rang. Breathing a sigh of relief when she saw
students still wandering around outside the building, she slowed down.

“Buffy!”

Buffy smiled when she saw Willow jogging toward her. The smile immediately
faded when she saw the worried expression on her friend’s face.

“Wills, what’s wrong?”

Willow didn’t answer as she grabbed Buffy’s arm and led her off to a more
secluded area. “Buffy,” she said, turning to face her friend. “There’s
something that’s going around school…”

“Willow, talk to me,” Buffy said, getting worried.

“People are saying…everyone’s saying that you slept with Parker,” Willow
said with a slight blush beginning to color her cheeks.

Buffy sighed. She should have known this would happen. In her haste to
make a stupid point to one person, she had inadvertently led the entire
senior class into believing that she and Parker had sex.

“Who told you?” Buffy asked, not even sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Well…Xander, but Parker told him.”

This got Buffy’s attention. Her eyes snapped up to her friend's as she
stared in disbelief.

“Buffy, I didn’t believe it,” Willow said in a rush. “I mean, you would
never…you and Parker…well he…I mean if you did, that would be okay. I am
your friend after all, and if you wanted to…you know, with Parker, I would
still-“

“Willow! Calm down,” Buffy said with a smile at her friend’s rambling. “I
didn’t sleep with Parker.”

“Oh good,” Willow said in relief. “I mean-“

“Willow, it’s okay,” Buffy replied with a smile. “No Parker thoughts were
going through my head. I promise, but I need to go now.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing much. I just need to go kill a doe-eyed pig who’s been spreading
lies about me,” Buffy said with a sweet smile.

Buffy searched where she could before the bell rang. When the students
began rushing to class, Buffy sighed. She would have to find (and torture)
Parker later. Right now, she still had to get to her locker.

The halls were empty as Buffy threw her backpack into her locker. She felt
a chill creep up her spine but ignored it.

“Hey, baby.”

Buffy tensed at the whispered words, cringing when she felt the breath on
the back of her neck. Turning around, she glared at Parker. “You bastard,”
she hissed in a low voice. “You’ve been spreading lies about me, as if I
would ever sleep with you to begin with.”

“Come on now, Buffy,” Parker said in what was supposed to be a seductive
tone as he played with the thin strap of her tank top. “You didn’t feel
that way the other night.” Buffy shied away from him as much as she could,
being backed up against a wall of lockers.

“Get a clue, Parker,” Buffy said, her anger erupting as she glared at him.
“You couldn’t even get me to have sex with you when I was drunk.”

Buffy jumped as Parker’s fist impacted the locker next to her head. “Let’s
change things then, shall we, Buffy?” he asked in a menacing tone as he
grabbed her arm.

Buffy struggled against him as he pulled her around a corner and out one of
the doors. “Let me go,” she cried as she tried to pull herself from his
grasp as he shoved her against the wall.

“Just a little kiss, Buff,” Parker said with a threatening smile.

“No,” Buffy said through clenched teeth. “Now let me go!”

“I believe the lady doesn’t want you here, Abrams.”

Buffy had never been so thankful to hear that voice.

“Stay out of this, Giles,” Parker said, turning to face Spike, who was
casually walking toward the two people.

“Get away from her, Parker,” Spike replied in a menacing tone.

Parker seemed to realize he would be better off backing down. “She’s not
even worth it,” he said as he passed Spike, never seeing the knee that
connected with his stomach. Spike opened the door to the school, shoving
Parker’s hunched figure through it before slamming it shut.

Buffy breathed a sigh of relief, leaning her head back against the hard
bricks, letting her body relax.

“I hope he was worth the harassment, Summers,” Spike said in a clipped tone
as he pulled out a cigarette. “You better be glad I needed the smoke.”

Buffy swallowed every smart remark she had for him. She was grateful that
he was there, even if he was acting so smug about it. “Spike, I…thank you,”
Buffy said softly.

Spike looked up, meeting her eyes with his. “Well?”

“Well…what?” Buffy asked.

“Was he worth it?”

Buffy looked down at the ground, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.
She had brought this on herself. “I didn’t sleep with him,” she said
softly.

Spike froze for a brief moment before advancing on her. Buffy felt her
breathing become labored as she once again found herself against the wall.
Except this time, she didn’t feel threatened.

“Why?” Spike asked softly, throwing his cigarette to the ground.

“Because I just wanted to make you mad,” Buffy said quietly, avoiding his
eyes.

“It worked,” Spike said softly as Buffy looked up at him.

“It did?”

“It made me mad,” Spike replied, lightly tracing his finger over her
collarbone to her shoulder and back again. “Furious actually…and
annoyed…frustrated…jealous.”

“Jealous?” Buffy asked, uncertainty mixing with her words.

“Insanely,” he whispered, his lips getting closer to hers as her breath
quickened. Spike could feel his pulse racing as their lips met.

Buffy’s hands wrapped around his neck, threading through his soft hair, as
she felt Spike’s arms go around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his
tongue gently tracing her soft lips. Buffy moaned as she opened her mouth,
letting Spike’s tongue slowly stroke against hers. She could feel the
evidence of his arousal as he pushed her into the wall, carefully
positioning his hands so the bricks wouldn’t hurt her. Buffy clutched at
him, her breath coming out in short gasps as they broke away. Spike
breathed heavily, his forehead pressed against hers, as he stared into her
eyes for a long minute.

Slowly backing away, Buffy closed her eyes and turned away as his words from
the other night came back to her.

“I think this changes things, luv,” Spike said softly.

“Why?” Buffy said, turning to face him. “I’m just the town slut, remember?”

Spike watched with a dismayed expression as she walked back into the school.
Clenching his jaw so tight, he thought it might break, Spike threw his
fist into the solid wall, feeling only mildly satisfied at the pain that
flooded through his arm. He knew he deserved it.





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