Fast Times at Sunnydale High

Monday morning at school didn’t go as badly as Wesley had thought it would.





Sure there were a few people who’d obviously heard the news about his feelings for Lindsey and who snickered and nodded their heads toward him as he walked by and whispered to their friends, “that guy”. But it was new gossip, and it would naturally be a hot topic for a little while, like all new gossip was, and nobody had actually said anything mean or nasty to him, so it was all to be expected, really.





For Wesley.





But when some guy in Lindsey’s Algebra class asked if he was gay, Lindsey had found it odd. He wasn’t. He had a girlfriend. Everybody knew that. And when a girl at lunch laughed and asked him how his new boyfriend was, Lindsey had started to get irritated. And when a boy in the washroom had teasingly offered him 5 bucks for a blow job, Lindsey had almost punched him.





He had no idea what was going on, but when he was on his way back from a washroom break and Spike passed him in the hall near the end of the day and winked at him, he was certain that whatever it was had something to do with the punk.





He dropped his books on the ground and lunged, grabbing Spike be the throat and using his superior strength to push him up against a wall of lockers with his right forearm across the blond’s chest.





“Sorry,” Spike laughed, using both of his hands to remove Lindsey’s from his neck. “You’re not really my type, Mary.”





“What the fuck is going on, Spike?” he ground out through clenched teeth, spittle hitting the smaller man in the neck.





“Are you serious?” Spike asked, disbelieving.





“Just tell me what the fuck you did to make everyone suddenly seem to think that I’m a fag.”





“I didn’t do anything, Lindsey,” Spike told him honestly. “But you go around grinding up against other boys and pushing them into walls and people are gonna start to talk.”





Lindsey gave Spike a hard shove in his chest with his arm but backed off a step. “I’m not fucking around, Spike,” he said, voice equal parts pleading and angry. “What the hell is going on?”





Spike’s eyes grew serious, searching Lindsey’s face for any clue that he was just playing with him, but came up empty. Lindsey didn’t seem to have a clue what everyone’s problem was today, just that they seemed to have one. Fuck.





“I really don’t think I should tell you,” Spike said, a little bit of pleading in his own voice now. Wesley would be seriously pissed if he was the one to tell Lindsey how he felt.





“Well somebody’s got to!” Lindsey barked, and looked around sheepishly to see if anybody heard him. It was a bit odd that he and Spike hadn’t garnered an audience yet, but then again most people were in class, like they were supposed to be.





“Spike… please.” God he hated to have to ask this jackass nicely.





Fuck. “Okay,” Spike said and took a deep breath. “But I’m not doing it because I give a rat’s arse about you, so don’t go thinking we’re best buddies now, or anything.”





Lindsey puffed out a short breath of air. “As if.”





“Right. You’re gonna hear this sooner or later anyway, and it’s probably in my best interest if whoever tells

you doesn’t twist it all around and just-”





“Just spit it the fuck out.”





“Yeah, okay,” Spike nodded and closed his eyes for a second to try to muster up the courage to stab a knife into his best friend’s heart, via his back. “We had this party at our place on Saturday, see. And Wesley had had a few… okay a dozen too many drinks, and he sort of let it slip, to about 25 people, that he might sort of have this secret fantasy that you’d throw him down over Mr Hastie’s desk in homeroom, and go where only one man has gone before.”





Lindsey’s eyes slowly grew wider, and then became sort of a mix between confused and terrified. “He what?!” But on the flip side, all of Spike’s little comments lately seemed to make a hell of a lot more sense under this new light.





“Look, it’s not a big deal, really,” Spike tried to defend his friend. “It’s an innocent crush, and he knows you’re straight. It’s not like being gay is contagious through brainless infatuation.”





“I know that,” Lindsey spat, face contorting in anger all the same. Probably because Spike had just implied that Wesley was some sort of idiot for liking him.





Spike sort of had a point. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Just because some guy had the hots for him, didn’t mean that he had to feel the same way. There were plenty of girls that wanted him, and he wouldn’t touch most of them with a 10 foot pole, so this shouldn’t be any different.





Only it was, because the whole school knew that a guy was thinking about Lindsey like that. Thinking about his hair and his lips and his cock… Shit! And he couldn’t decide whether he was more pissed about his reputation being sullied, or by the fact that he really wasn’t as pissed off as he’d expected, finding out that he was the object another boy’s fantasy.





It felt… weird. Different, but not entirely bad, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered to realise that he was a hit with both sexes. And the fact that his dick was twitching in his pants right now? That was because of his over-inflated ego, signalling his dick to get off on being wanted.





He considered telling Spike to tell Wesley to stay away from him, but that would have been ridiculous. Mostly because he and Wesley didn’t even talk to each other anyway, but also because it wasn’t as if Wesley was going to hold him down and grope him the next time he saw him, and Lindsey knew the best thing he could do was ignore the whole thing. If he didn’t give people any reason to talk about him, then soon they wouldn’t be any more.





“Fuck,” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “Fine. No big deal.”





“Wot? Really?” Spike was surprised he’d taken it so well.





“Yeah, like you said. Innocent crush. And it’s not like I have to stick my dick inside everyone who wants me to.”





“Right,” Spike said, nodding but still not quite believing it had gone so easily. “But, Lindsey? Do me a favour?”





“I did you a favour when I didn’t punch you in that pretty mouth of yours for being such a dickhead,” Lindsey shot, smirking.





“Funny,” Spike said, sounding like it was anything but. “No, just… Don’t make him feel bad about it. Please. He’s a good guy, and he hasn’t done anything wrong.”





Lindsey looked at Spike, heard what he said, and he suddenly wasn’t angry anymore. He hadn’t been planning on making Wesley feel bad. At least not consciously, but now that he thought about it he probably would have gone out of his way to avoid him, to avoid eye contact and having him on his team when they played football and going to his locker at any of the times he thought Wesley might be there.





He might not have said anything, but he’d have made him feel bad based on what would have been his natural reactions. There was no doubt about that. But he could be… nice… about it, if he tried. Or at least normal.





“Okay,” Lindsey found himself saying. “I promise.” And where the hell this sudden concern for someone he’d never cared enough about to ask ‘how’s it going?’ when they happened to be in the same part of the school at the same time had come from, he didn’t know.





And he sure as hell wasn’t even going to entertain the notion that his sudden urge to be nice was because he didn’t want to chance that Wesley would lose interest if he were to be an asshole. What did he care what Wesley thought of him? He wasn’t interested anyway.





“Shit, I gotta get back to class,” Lindsey mumbled, realising how long it had been since he’d gotten his washroom pass. Not that he’d be able to concentrate on much when he got back to his desk.





Spike just nodded, not saying anything, and watched as Lindsey turned and walked down the hall. That had really gone much better than he thought it would. Maybe getting this all out in the open would work out better for Wesley in the long run. He’d finally get it through his head that he didn’t have a chance with Lindsey and be able to move on.



***



“Hey Wes,” Lindsey said, nodding his head and smiling at the other boy.





“What?” Wesley squeaked, jumping slightly and bumping his elbow on the side of his locker. It was Tuesday morning and he was almost late for class, and Lindsey was talking to him! “I mean, hi!”





He knew that Lindsey had found out about his crush, and it was his own stupid fault for getting drunk and opening up his big fat mouth, and a part of him, or most of him, was expecting Lindsey to avoid him, threaten him, tell him to piss off. So when instead of any of that he’d gotten a moderately friendly greeting he’d been shocked to say the least.





Lindsey let out a small chuckle and the warmth in his expression grew. He’d never noticed it before, but Wesley was actually kind of… cute. Not in a sexy way, of course, but the way he got so flustered over nothing and the colour rising in his cheeks as Lindsey looked at him was really sort of endearing.





“Hey, sweetie!” a voice said from behind him and he nearly jumped out of his skin.





His heart was racing as he turned around to give Fred a quick kiss and told himself he had no reason to feel guilty. Talking to someone whose locker was almost right next to his while they were both getting their books together for class was completely innocent. Even if he knew that other person wanted to be in his girlfriend’s place.





“Ready for class?” she asked, with that same sweet smile she always wore and Lindsey let his cheek glide across her forehead, emotion welling up in him like it always did when he was with her. She was amazing.





“Sure baby,” he said, stepping back to close his locker.





He glanced over at Wesley and felt another spark of guilt when the boy didn’t look back at him, face buried in a pile of notes and desperately pretending that he hadn’t just seen the loving display between Lindsey and Fred. He wanted to say something else to him, but he couldn’t think of anything appropriate, so he took Fred’s hand and started off with her to Biology.





Wesley tried to be reasonable. It wasn’t as if he was expecting Lindsey to suddenly dump his girlfriend and run off with him, so it shouldn’t have hurt like it did to see them together, like he did almost every day.





But Lindsey had talked to him. Had been nice to him. And he really didn’t have to, and it made Wesley inexplicably light-hearted. He sighed and smiled as Lindsey walked away. See? He just knew Lindsey was a really nice guy. And he still couldn’t shake the feeling that they’d be perfect together, if Lindsey would give him a chance.



***



Tuesday night seemed to be going pretty well for Lindsey, so far. Much better than Monday had, anyway.





He groaned and gripped his girlfriend’s hips tighter through the thin cotton of her pants and pulled her toward him, and pushed his own pelvis up as much as he could while being straddled in the front seat of his pick-up.





She let out the sexiest little gasp as the outline of his erection rubbed against her pussy, and Lindsey would have given almost anything to hear the sounds she would make if they didn’t have so damned much clothing in the way.





He thought she’d sound absolutely beautiful if she’d let him throw her down in the backseat, hook her knees over his shoulders and eat the crotch out of her panties. Fuck, he’d probably make some noises too, if he could taste her, feel her, slip his fingers inside, and then his cock.





He rocked her against him again, breath catching slightly at the pressure and motion over his dick, and slipped a hand up under her t-shirt, strong fingers moving confidently over the smooth skin of her ribs.





She kissed him, lips soft and yielding and he took that as permission to go a little further. He tried not to get too excited just yet, though. She never let it go much further. He moved his hand a little, slipped his thumb upward to rub circles over her hardening nipple through her bra, and this time it was Fred who pushed down, moved back and forth and squirmed around on Lindsey’s lap, trying to keep up the delicious contact.





Lindsey got a bit braver then, and moved both of his hands to the hem of her shirt, sliding the material up slowly. She stopped kissing him then, and for a second he was worried, but she only smiled and helped him pull her shirt up and over her head before bending back down to join their lips together yet again.





He didn’t waste any time finding the clasp at the front of her bra and snapping it open with a quick flick of his fingers, and he moaned as her pert little breasts bounced out into his palms. He worked them for a while with his hands, fingers tickling over the flesh and lightly circling and pinching the nipples, and then he eased her back just a bit, mouth separating from his own and he looked up at her, licking his lips.





She reached forward with her sweet little hands and slid them around the base of his neck, pulling his head forward so that he was right where he wanted to be. He cupped her left breast in both of his hands and stuck out his tongue, swiping it across the dark bud, and when she shivered and circled her hips again he covered it with his mouth, and sucked.





He kept at it for a while, both of them greatly enjoying themselves, until he slipped the tips of his fingers inside the front of her pants, and she pulled back with an embarrassed smile.





“It’s gettin’ pretty late, Lindsey,” she told him, glancing at the clock on the dash. It was true, but they both knew that wasn’t the only reason she wanted to stop.





She liked Lindsey. A lot. He was cute and sweet strong and a real gentleman, and the things they did together felt really good. And she wanted to do more, but when it came time, it just never felt right. It would one day, she was sure, and when it did, she’d know it.





Lindsey sighed in frustration and flopped back against the driver’s seat as Fred climbed off and righted her clothing.





“Fine,” he said, adjusting his aching dick and buckling his seat belt before starting the car and driving off.





“Don’t be mad,” she said, sounding very small. She hated to get him upset, and she really did understand how it could be frustrating for him, but she wasn’t going to let anybody push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. And Lindsey had told her that he’d respect her boundaries, and so far he had. He was a lot better than most guys she heard about from her girlfriends.





“I’m not mad,” Lindsey reassured her, turning out of the park and onto the street. “Really, babe.” He wasn’t mad. He was a bit on edge, but he’d get over it. He tried to get over it quickly, reached across the gear shift to hold his girl’s hand and smiled at her, because he didn’t want to ever make her feel bad about knowing what she wanted. Or didn’t want. There was nothing for her to feel about.





She smiled back and squeezed his hand, and after a few minutes they arrived at her house. Lindsey stopped the car at the curb and she leaned over to give him a quick kiss before getting out of the car.





“Night!” she said, as her lips left his.





“Night babe,” he answered, and drove off. Fuck, his dick hurt.





***



Tuesday night also seemed to be going pretty well for Wesley. For a while.







He gasped and swore and his eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his tight fist around his prick. He squeezed and released his fingers several times, working his hand up and down over the shaft, skin easily gliding over lubricated skin.







He pictured Lindsey; what he would look like, lying here on his bed, naked, like Wesley was, his dick hard and begging to be touched. He pictured himself, reaching out to touch it, work it like he was his own, fingers brushing across the head to smear the pre-cum around, and coat the entire thing.







He pictured Lindsey’s hand on him, and his on Lindsey, and he worked himself to the fantasy, letting out tiny little moans of pleasure every time his leaking cock pulsed in his hand, silently weeping for Lindsey’s touch. Not that it would get it.







He could feel himself getting close to orgasm, but he didn’t want it to be over so soon, so he slipped his hand lower, slippery fingers pawing at his balls, rolling them around and messaging. It still felt good. Incredibly good. But the imminent need to shoot his load was passing, and as he fondled himself lazily, he let his mind drift.







It didn’t drift far, as he knew it wouldn’t, but rather than thinking about Lindsey jerking him or blowing him or, dear lord, fucking him, he just thought about Lindsey. About the way he looked, and the way he sounded, and the way he smiled.







About the first day they’d met, in 7th grade, when Wesley had hardly noticed him at all, so scared was he about being somewhere so foreign. About the first day of school this year, just a couple of months ago, when he’d suddenly realised how spectacular Lindsey looked when he swung a bat, or how sexy he was when he played his guitar, and Wesley had desperately wanted to know what those fingers would feel like playing him instead.







Shit he was starting to get close again, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back this time. He didn’t want to. He moved his hand back up, fingers clenching around his erection and began to pump, hard and fast. His other hand went to his chest, thumb and forefinger pinching his nipple, hard, and he cried out silently as the sharp pain brought his release closer.







Just a few more strokes, and…







“Wesley!” he heard his father call from outside his room.







Shit! He immediately let go of his cock, trying not to cry out for an entirely different reason as he was denied his orgasm, and panicked, reaching for a blanket to cover himself up with. His father never came into his room without knocking, but he wasn’t exactly thinking straight at the moment.







“Yes father?” he answered, trying to catch his breath and sound normal.







“Telephone.”







Wesley sighed in relief and collapsed back on his bed, picking up the receiver on the table next to him.







“Hello?” he answered, and then heard the click of his father hanging up the extension. “Oh,” he said after a beat. “Connor. Hi.”







He hung up the phone several minutes later and threw his blanket off, looking down at his unaffected erection, looking back up at him, mocking him. He knew he wasn’t going to finish his wank now. Not after that phone call.







Not only had he not had the talk with Conner that he was supposed to have, too distracted by his arousal and the other boy’s slightly nervous prattle about what a good time he’d had the other night and how much he hated his mother’s tuna casserole, but Wesley had agreed to have lunch with him the following day.







And Connor probably thought it was a date.







Oh well. He’d just have to talk with him tomorrow and set him straight. So to speak.







He climbed out of bed and slipped into a pair of pyjama bottoms before grabbing his French book off his desk and settling in for some studying. That would surely help to soften up his dick.







***



Almost 12 hours later, Wesley tried his best not to be nervous or uncomfortable, and pasted an awkward smile on his face when he saw Connor heading down the hall toward the lunchroom doors, where Wesley was waiting.



“Connor,” he greeted, with a little tilt of his head. “Shall we?”



“Hi Wesley,” Connor said, ducking his own head down to hide his face a little bit behind his hair. “Sure.”



They both turned to head in through the set of double doors, and as they did, Connor quickly looked around to make sure that nobody was paying them any particular attention, and then surprised Wesley with the briefest of kisses on the side of his face.



Wesley turned to face him, startled, and Connor looked away, the tips of his ears colouring.



Damn, the kid really was quite sweet, and Wesley had never had to break up with anyone before, not that that’s what this was, exactly, as they weren’t really a couple, but the idea was basically the same. And Wesley didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, or how not to sound like a complete idiot about the whole thing, and most importantly, didn’t know how not to break someone’s heart.



For probably the 20th time in the past 5 days Wesley really wished he could hold his liquor better.



They sat together, Connor just a little bit too close to Wesley at the picnic-bench style table for him to feel entirely comfortable ‘letting him down easy’, and took bites of sandwiches and sips of water and crunched on apples, and offered each other the occasional tentative glance.



“Connor, I…”



“So, I was thinking…”



They both began at the same time, and chuckled a bit. Connor had been about to ask Wesley if he’d like to come over to his place this weekend so that they could spend some time alone together, but Wesley would never know that. Wesley, of course, had been about to tell Connor that he didn’t really like him that way, and no doubt bollocks the whole thing up, but luckily, or perhaps not, he never got the chance.



“Well, look at the love birds,” Faith teased as she sat down next to Wesley and picked up the uneaten half of his sandwich, stuffing most of it into her mouth in one bite.



“I hope you two aren’t going to have sex again,” Anya added as she took a seat across from the other three. “Watching other people have sex makes me want to have sex, and I can’t have any right now. Xander wouldn’t like it.”



Her boyfriend Xander was out of town for the semester with his parents, staying with his aunt and cousins in Nevada while his uncle Rory went to rehab. She doubted it would take, but Xander kept insisting that the third time would be the charm.



Wesley ignored Anya and Connor puffed up a little at her words, feeling sort of stupidly proud that people knew he wasn’t a virgin anymore.



“What are you even doing here?”Wesley asked Faith, yanking what was left of his lunch out of her hand. “You don’t go to school.”



She shrugged and took the sandwich back from him, grabbing a carrot stick while she was at it. “I do get hungry, though.”



He gave up, not bothering to tell her to go and get her own lunch, and pushed the rest of his vegetables across the table to her, knowing from experience that when Faith was around he didn’t get to eat very much anyway.



“Seen Spike?” she asked, mouth full of celery.



“No,” Wesley sighed, resigned to not being able to have his conversation with Connor now. It was probably better, anyway. He should really make some notes, maybe rehearse a little first. “He’s probably having a cigarette, or in Snyder’s office. Or possibly having a cigarette in Snyder’s office. But he’ll probably be here soon.”



“Cool,” Faith said, kicking her feet up on the table in front of her and snatching one of the cookies Anya had taken out of her lunch bag. “So, kid,” she said, looking at Connor. “About that backbeat in ‘Demon Slayer’…”



***



“I don’t know how you can manage to eat that garbage and yet keep such a great little figure.”



“Oh my God!” Fred squeaked, and jumped, holding her tray of tacos tightly as she exited the line in the cafeteria and turned around. “Spike! You scared the livin’ hell out of me!”



Spike jumped back from whispering in Fred’s ear in order to avoid a chest full of ground beef and salsa. He smirked at her. “How you doin’ pet?”



“Oh, good!” she told him enthusiastically. “Biology class this morning was so much fun! We got to dissect this mouse, and Cordy thought it was so gross, but we could actually see the little heart and the stomach and the lungs and stuff, and it was so cool!”



Spike snickered, thinking it was an odd sort of bird that could talk about animal guts over a plate of tacos, but then he’d always had a bit of a thing for odd. He knew she was Lindsey’s girl, and even though he might want to steal her away, and was pretty confident that he could, it wasn’t his style. Alright, fine it usually was, but not this time. He’d content himself with worshipping her from afar and getting rocks off elsewhere for the time being.



Of course if things between her and Lindsey went tits up all on their own, well, he’d worry about that when it happened.



“You wanna sit down and tell me all about the large intestine over lunch?” he offered, gesturing to an empty end of a table nearby.



“Sure,” she answered, trying not to feel guilty over having lunch with another boy. It wasn’t like she was going to kiss Spike, or go out on a date with him, even if he was really cute, and so cool, and could probably score some awesome weed. He was just a friend. A nice, sweet, funny, really hot friend.



“Oh!” she said, just as he started to walk toward the table. “But you don’t have any lunch!”



He looked around briefly and swiped a hoagie off some random guy’s lunch tray and held it up, victorious. “Do now!” he said cheerfully, ignoring the boy’s useless protests, and Fred rolled her eyes at Spike’s little stunt as they went to sit down together.



***



Lunch hour had ended five minutes ago, and Wesley and Connor were late for their classes. Faith had finally stopped arguing with Connor about his choice of tempo for a couple of their songs and had left and Anya had headed off to study hall.



“I’ll see you later, Conner,” Wesley said when they were uncomfortably alone again, and started to head off toward his classroom.



“No, wait,” Conner shouted after him.



Wesley closed his eyes for a second and then turned back around. He really didn’t want to have to rush this, and he really was late for class. “Yes?”



“I just…” Connor started. “I was thinking that we could-”



“I’m sorry,” Wesley interrupted. “It’s just that I really have to… go,” he said nodding toward the washroom, and thanking his lucky stars that they were standing next to it and he could use that as an excuse. “I’ll call you later, alright?”



“Sure,” Connor told him, and smiled so warmly that it almost broke Wesley’s heart, but he bolted into the men’s before he had to look into those eyes any longer.



As soon as the door swung shut behind him he collapsed against the wall of the nearest stall, hand covering his face as he took a deep breath, and told himself it wasn’t that bad.



He was almost starting to believe that when he felt a warmth in front of him, and lips on his neck. He would have panicked if he hadn’t half expected Connor to follow him. He groaned and craned his head back, taking hold of Connor’s arms and gently pushing him away.



“Connor,” he said half pleading. “I don’t think-”



“Shhh,” Connor told him, covering Wesley’s mouth with a finger, and kissing him again on the neck. “Nobody’s here. It’s just us.” He let his tongue slip through his lips to lick across Wesley’s neck and collar bone, and when he felt him relax a bit under his touch he cupped his groin forcefully with his right hand.



“Shit!” Wesley said, but pushed forward into the touch. “Connor, you really-”



“I told you,” he said, in a much more seductive tone than Wesley could ever remember hearing. :Shhh.”



And then he dropped to his knees.



Wesley didn’t say anything as Connor opened up his pants and slid the zipper down, reaching into his boxers and taking out his half-hard cock. He grunted and jerked and shook his head when Connor pumped it a few times in his dry fist before opening his mouth wide and swallowing him down.



“Oh fuck! Oh God!” he said when Connor began to give his very first blowjob, even though inside what he was thinking was more like ‘fuck no’ and ‘please don’t’.



This wasn’t helping anything, Wesley knew, but it just felt so damned good, and Connor looked so pretty down there on his knees, and Wesley felt such a surge of lust and domination that he just couldn’t help himself.



He grabbed Connor’s head gently with both of his hands and began to rock his hips slightly. Yes, oh, that was it. “Ugh,” he grunted. “Yes, Connor. Just like that.”



Connor lapped the praise up like Wesley knew he would and opened his mouth wider and sucked harder and allowed Wesley to thrust into him harder and faster. He wasn’t being as gentle as he was when Connor let him make love to him last Saturday, but that was okay, because Connor knew he was wanted.



Wesley started to move faster, gripped Connor tighter, and shoved himself so far inside that the boy began to choke just a little, and that only made Wesley want to do it more.



“Yes!” he screamed as he neared the end, Connor gasping and drooling around him. “Shit, Connor, take it! Yes!” And his orgasm, when it came wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be. Oh, it had been great, there was no doubt about that, but… He looked down at Connor, not yet 16 and hopelessly in lust, and coughing and smiling and licking Wesley’s cum from his lips, and knew he was going straight to hell.



“Get up,” Wesley said, softly, and Conner obeyed. He’d do anything Wes told him to. He cupped Connor’s face in his hands and brought the boy close. “Thank you,” he said, and kissed him on the mouth, because really, what else could he do?



‘I love you’ Connor wanted to say, but knew it was too soon, so settled for just smiling and wrapping his arms around Wesley.



***



Spike was pretty good at reading people, but he wouldn’t have had to be to realise that Wesley hadn’t had that talk with Connor like he’d said he would.







The normally sullen and moody boy had been all smiles and wise cracks and lame jokes at practice that night, and Spike had caught him, more than once, with his eyes wandering to the staircase that led up into the rest of the house. The house that Wesley lived in.







He didn’t really need Faith’s comment about heading off after lunch and leaving the two of them together to work out that Wesley had done something to lead Connor on, rather than dissuade him, but it helped.







And he also didn’t need to be a genius to see that while Lindsey had been doing his best to be polite to Wesley, he wasn’t treating Spike to the same considerations. He had been getting dirty looks and mumbled insults and once Lindsey had ‘accidentally’ elbowed him in the ribs as they passed in the hall.







Spike figured it probably had equal parts to do with his for shit attitude, the news about Wesley, and the fact that he was spending some time with Lindsey’s girlfriend.







If anyone had asked Spike, which he knew they wouldn’t, but if they had, Lindsey and Wesley were both acting like complete jerks, and somebody needed to give them both a little kick in the ass. He smiled as he looked at the student notice board outside Principal Snyder’s office, and took down one of the index cards just before his weekly appointment with the big guy.







He had an idea.







***



TBC