TITLE: Weirdo High

 

CHAPTER: 2

 

AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory

 

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, Joss is god bla, bla, bla. “A vague disclaimer is nobody’s friend” I don’t even own that line! R&R please..

RATING: R

PAIRINGS: A/S

 

This is Spike's version of the first day of school and what happened with him after Angel left school. R&R please.

"Oh god..." Spike gasped as that warm mouth continued to put the hover company to shame. "Right there baby..." He moaned as his fingers curled through the short spiky locks of the man who was blowing him. "Gonna come, gonna..." He trailed off as a loud buzzing sound of his mom's impression of an alarm clock, broke his otherwise silent surroundings.

"Ugh!" Spike moaned, rolling over in bed and covering his head with his pillow. "Five more minutes mum."

"Nope sorry kid." Faith pulled hard on the covers, causing them to come clean off the bed. She looked down at her son and rolled her eyes. "Jeez boy, you really need a girl friend, I mean boy friend."

"Shut it mum." Spike groaned, rolling over and burring his face in the mattress.

"Do you want me to use slayer strength on you boy?" She sighed. Spike moaned. "Do you want me to send your brother in?"

Spike was suddenly very awake. "I'm up, I'm up." He yawned, standing up out of bed and curling his toes in the thick carpet of his room. "Now leave so I can get dressed."

"Fine." Faith turned on her heal and walked to the door, she turned back and looked at her son. "Breakfast in fifteen. Jerk off in the shower to get ride of your little problem and don't forget to change your sheets." She turned and shut the door.

Spike leaned his head back and sighed. "Why can't I have a normal mum?"

Ten minutes later, after Spike was good and awake and no longer horny, he made his way down stairs and practically inhaled his Cheerios, Wesley however, was reading the paper like the nerd he was. Even though his mother always said that they were brothers, they were only half brothers technically.

Their mom had been quite the wild child back in the day, she had Wesley when she was only fifteen and Spike when she was seventeen. Spike's real name was William, after his father. Spike's father was a local bad boy back when his mom lived in London, he knocked Faith up a few days after they'd met. Despite their short relationship, the man did the honorable thing and stuck around. He did mysteriously disappear when Spike was five however. He returned a year later with a new set of fangs, Faith had no choice but to slay him, as was her birthright.

As you can see, Spike's life was very screwed up, especially where his mother was concerned. There was actually another slayer out there somewhere. Apparently what happened was that the other slayer kicked it, she drowned or something, then got brought back to life. In the two seconds the other chit had been dead his mom was called, thus beginning the age of two slayers. His mom was fourteen at the time.

As his mom's former watcher had told it, the two slayers had met once. His mom, being the slut she was back then, had stolen the other girl's boyfriend, Wesley's father. They never got along after that. Once their watcher died the other one was sent to Ireland and his mom was sent to England then America nearly a decade and later.

Spike had been in Sunnyhell, as he liked to call it, for two years now, he was the school weirdo as were Wesley and their friends. It didn't really matter to him, there was a pretty cool gay bar about five miles out of town and he got enough tail there to keep him satisfied. One of the perks of having a loose mother was that she didn't mind the fact that her son was gay so he didn't have to explain all that much when he came home with random guys.

Once Spike had finished his breakfast he grabbed his bag and tapped Wesley on the shoulder. "We goin' or what?"

"Oh yes, sorry." Wesley whipped his mouth with a napkin grabbed his book bag and his keys. "Let's go."

The two boys walked out to their blue Camaro SS. Their mother had save for three years to by them both the car, but Wesley was the only one with his license, Spike would be getting his next year at the moment he was only fifteen.

"Have a good day." Faith called from the front door.

Spike waved slightly as Wesley pulled out of the driveway. Once they were out of the driveway he banged his head against the window. Wesley cast him a sideways glance at him. "You alright Will?"

"Fine." Spike sighed. "And don't call me Will. You know I don't like it."

"Sorry, old habits die hard." The seventeen year old smiled at his brother. His smile faded when he saw the sad look on Spike's face. "What's wrong? You don't look well, are you getting sick?"

Spike shook his head. "Just out of it."

"Is it Jessie again?" Wesley asked.

The blonde sighed. "Yeah."

Jessie was one of Spike's best friends, up until a few months ago, just before school had ended. The boy mysteriously disappeared and turned up a week later, dead. And, as if that wasn't bad enough another week later when Spike was patrolling he found Jessie, draining the still beating heart of a girl from their trig class. Spike had no choice but to stake his former best friend, the action had taken a toll on his mind and he had been in a funk all summer.

"It's been six months Spike." Wesley sighed. "We've both had to stake friends before and it's never taken either of us this long to heal. You need to get over it, for mum."

Spike looked at his brother in confusion, what did this have to do with their mom? "What about mum?" He asked the brunet.

Wesley rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, she sees how sad you are and she worries. We're all she has and she wants us to be happy."

Spike smiled slightly, he did love their mother very much. "Alright, I'll try to be less broody 'round mum. Okay Wes?"

"That's all I ask." Wesley smiled. "Besides, you haven't been on a date all summer, that's like an eternity for you." Spike chuckled at his brother's joke. The rest of the ride to school was silent, except for the rain beating on the roof of the car.

Wesley pulled up to the main entrance of the school and let Spike jump out of the car and run into the building while he went to park the car. Once he was inside he went to his locker and began loading his new school stuff inside. He was just about finished when he heard voices coming down the hall. He looked over his shoulder and saw Cordelia. Wrapped around her arm was the finest man Spike had ever seen.

He had spiky brown hair, like the guy from his dream. His skin was pail and creamy and there wasn't a scratch on it. Spike's eyes drifted down to the boy's clothes, gray t- shirt and blue jeans. He was a prep, figured. Spike shook his head then turned back to his locker. He had almost finished organizing his stuff when he heard a voice next to him.

"Hi." The voice cracked slightly. Spike looked up and the sharpie marker that was clutched between his teeth dropped to the ground. It was him, Mr. Hottie, fresh off of Cordelia's arm. What luck.

"Hi." Spike said back.

The boy cleared his throat and spoke. "I heard you were a fellow countrymen and just had to meet ya." He extended his hand. "I'm Angel."

Spike held back a smile when he heard the boy's thick Irish Bourg. Spike stood up and took the outstretched hand. "I'm Spike." He said.

"Cool name." Angel smiled. He looked down at himself then looked back at Spike, his face flushing a bit. "I don't normally dress like this, me ma wanted me to look nice fer me first day."

Spike breathed a sigh of relief and then covered it up with a laugh. "That's good to hear mate. No wonder Cordelia was attracted to you." He let go of Angel's hand and turned back to his locker.

He began to put the stuff for his first two classes into his bag, his eyes flashed to Angel's groin, which was covered by his bag. It was almost the same bag that Spike had, only in a different color. That was a nifty coincidence. He pulled his eyes away from Angel, the boy was hot to say the least, if only he was gay, but then again in this town, the birthplace of homophobia, his chances of that were less than great.

"So, I was wondering, if you could help me find me classes, just fer today, I can find em on me own tomorrow." Angel asked casually.

Spike tried to hide his excitement. "Sure." He smiled, shutting his locker and turning to Angel. "Let me see your schedule." He mentally smacked himself for letting his proper accent slip through the cockney barrier he had been building since his dad died.

Angel dug the piece of paper out of his bag and handed it to Spike. When the blonde saw it he couldn't believe his eyes. They were in all the same classes. "What is it?" Angel asked.

Spike looked up at him. "It's exactly the same as mine, is that weird or what?" It wasn't weird, it was fate! Spike's mind yelled at him, well maybe not his mind, more like his dick.

"Interestin'." Angel said. "Oh, come to think of it, I need help findin' me locker as well." He handed Spike his locker assignment sheet.

Spike's heart leapt as he looked from the piece of paper to Angel. "This is gettin' weird mate, it's right next to mine." He pointed to the burgundy locker next to his own as he was trying desperately to keep his cool, they would be together nearly every moment of every day! This was great!

"Wow, isn't that somethin'." Angel smiled. "So, where's our first class?"

"This way." Spike pointed down the hall and he and Angel walked to class together. They sat in the back of their history class and talked. Apparently Angel and his mom used to live in Galway Ireland, they moved out to Cleveland when Angel was eleven then move to Sunnyhell a month ago.

Spike had invited Angel to sit with him and his friends at lunch. Lorne took an immediate liking to him and nicknamed him Angelcakes. Lorne had nicknames for all of them, how do you think he got the name Spike? Spike had told Angel about the library and how the librarian was from England as well, somewhere around London.

Half way though the lunch period Angel got this spooked look in his eye. He looked over at the popular table and went as pail as the moon. "Who- who is that?" Angel asked shakily.

"Oh, her." Spike rolled his eyes. "That's Darla, she's the most popular girl in school, Cordelia and Harmony are her best friends."

"D-Darla." Angel's voice cracked slightly and Spike swore that he heard the boy gulp.

"You alright mate?" Spike asked, touching him on the shoulder.

Angel shook himself and turned back to the group. "It's nothing, just a woman back in Erie that was named Darla, didn't care for her much."

Spike nodded then returned to his lunch. At the end of the day Spike walked Angel outside to wait for his mom to pick him up. They stood outside the main entrance of the school, just talking for about five minutes. Spike had been trying to get up the courage to ask Angel out all day and here was his chance, when they were alone.

"So listen..." Spike said, looking down at the ground and shuffling his feet nervously. "If you aren't doin' anything tonight me an' the gang are going out to the Bronze, it's the only cool place in town. You want to come? I could pick you up."

He saw Angel blush slightly. "Are ya askin' me out?"

Spike blushed as well, ducking his head. He shrugged slightly and said quietly. "Maybe, if you're into that. If yer not then I understand an' I'm, sorry..."

"I'm inta it." Angel said, cutting him off. "I'm very inta it."

Spike breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Angel. "Okay then, I'll come by 'round seven?"

"Yeah, see ya then." Spike thought Angel was about to say something more when a silver SUV pulled up. "Damn." He swore under his breath. "I'll see ya then."

"Yeah, see ya then." Spike smiled.

"Bye." Angel said quickly then opened the door to his mom's car and hopped in. He waved at Spike though the window as the car started to pull away.

"Bye!" Spike called after the car. Once the car was out of sight the blonde looked around warily before jumping up and down and shouting. "YES!" He yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Yes what?" Wesley asked from behind him.

Spike said nothing, he just smiled and pulled his brother into a bone-crunching hug. When he pulled back he smiled. "I have a date with Angel!"

Wesley smiled. "Good for you! A date will get your mind off of the grim state of things. Do you need me to drive you?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah, we're goin' to the Bronze with the gang." His smiled suddenly faded and was replaced by a glare. "But you will tell the others to leave us alone yes?"

Wesley raised his right hand. "I swear on my balls." He began to chuckle, Spike joined him a moment later and they both headed to where the car was parked.

When they arrived home Spike told their mom about the date, she was ecstatic. After dinner, Spike began to prepare for his date with Angel.

To be continued...

Dating goodness next chapter. If I get enough reviews though. So R&R please

 

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