Title: Sunnydale Elementary
Author: Margie
Rating: G
Pairing: B/S, X/A, W/T (friendship - they're only in the 3rd grade people!)
Summary: What if the gang had met back in 3rd grade? AU, everybody's human. Giles is Spike's dad.
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Joss owns all.
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by the elementary series found at
www.roswellunderground.com**************************************************************************************
Chapter 5 -
William looked up from the third grade reader they were supposed to be studying. In front of him were Goldilocks’ stupid shiny soft curls. His fingers were always itching to touch them and he didn’t know why. She was a cootie girl! A cootie girl with some kind of magnetic magic powers or something. Maybe she was a witch! Stupid witchy cootie girl!
He reached up to grab one of her curls just as she turned to say something to Willow. She must have seen him out of the corner of her eye because she yelled "Spike!" just before hitting him in the shoulder.
Ouch! William rubbed his shoulder where she had connected with her fist. One minute she’s all oooh! I’m scared help me, help me! And the next she’s beating me up! What does she want from me? I can’t help it if she’s got some wierdo magnetic powers over me!
Look at her all smiling at Willow. She never smiles at me. Except that time in the museum. Why doesn’t she smile at me? All she does is give me angry looks with her green sparkly eyes. Green sparkly eyes!? Bloody heck! I’m turning into a nancy boy! What is she doing to me?
She’s nothing like Tara or Anya. They aren’t always hitting me, or yelling at me, or making me want to pull their crazy hair! They were the only two girls in class that he didn’t think were gross and dumb. Well…maybe HER too. Argh! No not her. She is gross. A gross dumb cootie magnet girl!
He looked over when he heard stupid monkey boy laughing. He saw Anya kiss him at the museum. Yuck! He couldn’t believe Xander let a girl kiss him! He was surprised he hadn’t gotten sick or something afterward. He would never let a girl kiss him. Even if she had some freaky magnetic force and crazy sparkly eyes!
His hand shot out again and took hold of her hair. He held it for a second feeling the softness and the way it curled around his fingers before giving it a tug. He was smiling when she turned to glare at him angrily.
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Arrgghhh! Why did he keep doing that? Buffy was glaring at Spike. He had that "I’m a dumb boy" smirk on his face and he was laughing! She stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to her reader. Maybe he was jealous of her hair. He had that funny looking spikey hair. Maybe he wished he had her kind of hair? That was sad. She thought he had nice hair. Even if it did make him look a little silly. He shouldn’t be jealous of her hair!
She looked over at Willow who was studying her reader intently and sighed. Willow was so good at school. She would never be smart like Willow. She looked back down at her reader pretending to study. She could feel Spike behind her waiting for another chance to pull her hair.
He was so annoying! He was always being mean to her. She didn’t do anything to him and then he was all like "oh Buffy you’ve got stupid Goldilocks hair!" And what does he mean by that? My hair’s not stupid! He’s the one jealous of my hair! Why is he always so mean to me?
Well except for that one time. She was still embarrassed about being scared at the museum. He was right. It was just a movie. She knew that. He didn’t have to tell her! But then she got scared anyway. He wasn’t so mean then. He was actually kind of nice. Kind of. At least he didn’t make fun of her after. And he did say thank you for the card! At least she knew he got it.
Maybe she didn’t hate him after all. Buffy’s head snapped backward when he tugged her hair again. Oh! That hurt! No. She did hate him! - She thought as she balled up her little fist again and turned toward him…
"Quit it spike head!"
