Roomies

Buffy was woken up by a loud clatter, followed by a string of unintelligible curse words. She looked for the source of the noise and saw the freak from last night surrounded by his luggage, which had spilt all over the floor. He was scowling at it as if it would just jump back into his open bag. Buffy giggled at his childish pout causing the scowl to be redirected at her.

Grabbing a change of clothes and warning the freak not to touch anything of hers Buffy left the room to change.

Spike glared at the stupid blonde as the door shut behind her. As if he would touch her crap! It was all girly stuff, why would he want that. Silly cow. He huffed to himself and continued to sort through his bags for his paper and pens.

Buffy walked ahead of the Freak as she led the way to the Housing Association Office. Checking her watch she grumbled under her breath as the Freak caught up with her. The queues were huge and she had her first lecture in just 7 minutes.

“Hey. You stay in the line. I got a class to get to.” She ordered. The Freak yanked out his mobile phone and checked the time.

“Sorry pet. I got class too.” He shrugged. “You can come back after your class.” He told her.

“Why me!?”

“Because you want me out of your room.” He rationalised. “Andave ave better things to do than wait in queues.” He grabbed her hand and scribbled something on it, holding it tightly as she tried to pull it away.

“That’s my number. Ring me when you get to the front of the line.” And with that he disappeared into the crowds.

Buffy called him all the names she could think of as she made her way to her first lecture of her college life. It shouldn’t be too hard. It was her mom’s old friend who was the lecturer and he was a nice g



Making her way into the lecture theatre she scowled when she saw that she was the last to arrive and there only two seats left on the middle bench. She took a seat and looked around for anyone she might recognise from high school. The only person she recognised was some weird guy she’d never spoken a word to. Settling back and waiting for the lecturer to arrive she closed her eyes, wishing for a relatively stress free year.

Fat chance of that she realised when she opened her eyes to see the Freak sitting next to her.

“What the hell are you following me for?” She demanded. The Freak turned to stare at her, narrowing his eyes into tiny slits as he glared at her.

“What makes you think it’s not you following me?” He asked then shushed her before she could answer as the lecturer entered the room.

Buffy gawked at the front of the room as the man she was expecting was actually a tall, leggy, middle aged blonde woman. She spoke with a cultured English accent when she addressed the room, telling them her expectations for the first semester.

“And tell me what nicknames you prefer as I call your name. I can’t promise to remember them all this week but I’ll try.” The blonde woman who had introduced herself as Ann told the class. She then proceeded to take the register. Buffy sat and waited for her name, listening to other’s names as the students around her answered the roll call until the woman called out the Freaks name. His name was actually Spike!? No real name? Did his parents want a dog and got a baby instead? Buffy smiled to herself, her thoughts of the Freak keeping her amused until her name was called and the class actually began.

“Oi! Blondie!” Spike whispered as Buffy dozed off, her head drooping towards his shoulder. There was no way he was gonna let her drool all over his leather. She jerked her head upwards, rudely awakened by the Freak called Spike. Seeing the lecturer looking her way Buffy grabbed her pen and pretended to make notes making Spike laugh at her. She stuck her tongue out at him childishly, turning her head away immediately so he couldn’t retaliate.

Spike sat in his chair, half listening to the lecture while the other half of his brain was considering where he was gonna live this year. He had 3 options. The housing association rehoused him. The housing association left him where he was and he had to rent an apartment or he could move into his moms’ apartment. The first option was his best bet but the other two were very real options. He couldn’t exactly ask her to move seeing as she had got there first and her name was actually on the room database. When he found the pillock that took his luxury single he was pound him to death. Slowly.

He was rudely interrupted from his violent thoughts by the blonde bint poking his arm. He turned to glare at her. “Come on.” She said firmly, “We have to get you out of my dorm.”

“Who said it was yours?” He asked, curling his tongue round his teeth in a way that made Buffy forget what she was arguing about. Instead she simply stuck her tongue out again.

“Careful pet.” Spike warned out. “I’ll bite it off.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at the threat. She kept her back to him as she poked her tongue out experimentally.

“I saw that.” He whispered into her ear, making her shiver. He growled softly into her ear, watching her shiver again, amazed at the ct hct he was having on the girl.