TITLE: Teacher-Student Relations
AUTHOR: Jess (aka SpikedAngel, ethi)

PAIRING: Angel/Spike

CHAPTER: 5
RATING: R... eventually, this chapter is PG

SUMMARY: Spike is a student, Angel is a teacher... forbidden relationships anyone?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, they belong to Joss but let me play with my boys.


WEBSITE: www.geocities.com/jess_lair

 

A/N: Sorry about the gap between updates, I’ve been doing exams and such but I decided fuck exams… A friend of mine read this and said that it sounded like it was the last chapter, let me assure you that I am far from done with them. I want to play with them some more…

 

Decisions

 

Angel was taken aback. Whilst he had known that Spike would say something to him he hadn’t quite expected Spike’s little outburst. The thing that bothered him most was that he knew Spike was right, he couldn’t have it both ways. He gathered up his books and headed down the hall to the detention hall pushing past the students that had filled the halls.

 

Angel put his stuff down on the desk and realised that he’d left a book on his desk and quickly left to fetch it, leaving the door open for students arriving early. He decided that he may as well put the time to use and do some lesson plans.

 

Angel sighed and ran his hand through his hair as he searched through the mountain of stuff on his desk figuring he would clean it up before he went home, he really wasn’t the kind that could stand mess.

 

Angel walked back into the detention room and started taking down the names of the students already there, one particular name caught his attention. Spike was here. It was like Angel must have pissed off some sort of deity in a past life and now he was paying. It wasn’t enough that he couldn’t have him, but now it was like they were rubbing it in his face. They had put in front of him something he wanted so bad and snatched it away just as he’d gotten close.

 

He took a deep breath in, determined that he could focus. He bent his head down to stare at his papers, trying not to think about the hot bleached blonde sitting in the second row. He shuffled through his papers trying so desperately to act as though it was any other class. ‘Ok, focus Angel,’ he told himself right before giving up and looking up to see if Spike was looking at him. To his surprise Spike was walking down one of the aisles formed by the rows of desks to where Angel was sitting at the front of the classroom.

 

“Here,” was all Spike said as he handed him a piece of paper and sat back down in his seat.

 

Angel looked down at the paper that had been shoved into his hands and began to read it. He realised that this was Spike’s poem, the one that Angel had asked him to write.

 

Angel read it through, it was actually quite good. Angel knew that all Spike really needed was something to focus on, inspiration, and he had certainly found that. One thing that puzzled him though is that he couldn’t work out what Spike had written about, the poem was about beauty and Spike’s reaction to it but what on earth was it in the first place.

 

Angel was amazed that Spike could write a poem this good and still have the audience guessing about what exactly it was. Angel smiled, picturing the look of concentration that Spike would have had across his face while he was writing it. He looked up and saw Spike looking at him, waiting to see whether or not Angel thought it was any good. Angel smiled and gave him a reassuring look, pleased to see that Spike still cared about what Angel thought.

 

Angel sighed inwardly and realised that there was no avoiding it, sooner or later he would have to make a decision either way. He had thought that he had but he knew that something was still drawing him to Spike. He knew that either way he would still feel this way about him, but he couldn’t let himself keep up a relationship with a student, could he? It was wrong by just about every moral standard, but then so wasn’t being gay?

 

‘Fuck morals,’ Angel decided.

 

He wondered what Spike would think, how he would feel about the fact that he would have to keep their relationship a secret until Spike graduated. Did Spike even want him anymore? Just because Spike wrote a really good poem and wanted to know what he thought about it didn’t mean that Spike still would want Angel.

 

Angel checked his watch and realised that it was time for all the students to leave and he stood up and dismissed them. He sat back down and started putting his books into a small pile to take back to his office.

 

He had hoped that Spike would wait for him afterwards so they could talk but when he lifted his head up he saw that Spike had left, not even waiting to talk to him about the poem at the very least. Yep, he was still pissed about what had happened in class.

 

Angel couldn’t blame him really, he’d swapped and changed his mind so many times, first they’d kissed at the bar, then Angel and Spike had decided that they couldn’t have a relationship then Angel had stuck up for Spike. Spike had every reason to be pissed. Angel left the classroom, hoping that he could find Spike in the halls somewhere.

 

He spotted a platinum blonde head walking towards the school doors.

 

“Sp- Will!” Angel called out, nearly forgetting that technically he didn’t know that Will was nicknamed Spike.

 

“Will!” Angel called again, jogging slightly up to him and realising that Spike was wearing headphones.

 

“Will!” Angel called again slowing down to a walk as he reached up besides him, thankful there was nobody else around to ask questions.

 

Spike looked up at him and pulled the headphones down to around his neck. “What?” he asked abruptly.

 

“I’m sorry,” Angel said, “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been about everything. You were right, I had to make a decision it was unfair of me to mess you around the way I did.”

 

Spike looked at him cautiously, “And?”

 

Angel realised that Spike still didn’t know which way Angel had decided. “And this,” he replied smashing his lips down on Spike’s. He pulled apart for a second, “I want you, I know it wont be easy, but nothing worth anything ever is.”

 

“You really are a poof,” Spike said grinning at the sweetness of Angel’s words. “But pet, if this relationship is gonna work, then perhaps making out in the middle of the school halls aint the best idea…”

 

Angel remembered where they were and was glad that at least Spike was thinking with his head screwed on right. “Your probably right, but I thought everyone already knew you were gay.”

”Bi, there’s a difference.” Spike said, “And ‘sides, screwing the teacher might mess with my big bad image.”

 

‘Screwing?’ Angel thought hopefully. “So how about we head back to my place and work some stuff out?” Angel asked.

 

“Yeh, cept I don’t exactly know where that is,” Spike said.

 

“I can give you a lift,” Angel offered.

 

“Can’t. I drove here,” Spike replied.

 

“Well I’ll be leaving in a second,” Angel said abandoning all thoughts of cleaning up his office, “why don’t you just follow my car, I’ll meet you out in the carpark soon.”

 

“Sounds good,” Spike agreed, “see you there.”

 

Angel watched as Spike headed off towards the school carpark, he knew that he had made the right choice. He knew that he and Spike would have to sort some stuff out, but at least he’d made the right decision.

 

 

 

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