Grease: Will you go to the dance with me?
by ForeversEnough
Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.

Author’s Note: Hi all. I’m so sorry for the lack of updates. A family emergency came up, and I had to rush out of town. But I’m back now and Grease will be my first of many updates to come.

Grease

Chapter 8

“Oh no! Spike!” Buffy exclaimed as she watched Spike fall, jumping up from where she was sitting next to Riley to go see if Spike’s okay.

Buffy ran her way to where he was laying face down on the track, Riley not far behind her.

“Spike! Are you alright?” Buffy asked him, concern evident in her voice.

“Mmmmm….” Spike moaned, his vocie muffled.

“Spike, turn over, look at me.” Buffy commanded.

Spike obliged and rolled over onto his back.

“Spike you’re bleeding!” Buffy told him, the horror in her voice.

“I’m fine luv, really.” Spike assured her, looking up into her green eyes,

“No you’re not, you’re bleeding over your eyebrow.” Buffy said, tracing her finger around the blood.

“Well then I’ll get a nice scar.” Spike muttered, getting up to his feet.

Just then, Riley arrived on scene with Coach Calhoun.

“Way to go blondie. Looks like you just can’t cut it as a jock.” Riley told him, grabbing Buffy around the waist and pulling her body flush against his.

Spike as about to speak, but Coach Calhoun beat him to it. “I beg to differ. Spike, you’ve made the varisty track team.”

Spike shook Coach Calhoun’s outstretched hand, and watched as the older man turned on his heel and left the two boy’s alone with Buffy.

“Well mate, it seems that I get the girl.” Spike informed him. Turning to Buffy who shook herself out of Riley’s embrace, he asked, “So are you going to the dance?”

“It depends.” She responded.

“On what?” He questioned.

“On you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Buffy Anne Olsson, would you like to go to the dance with me?” Spike asked her politely.

“I’d love to.” She responded as they embraced.

“What about me?” Riley asked, still standing there and watching this PDA display with discust. “I can’t believe you would choose ‘I’m a psycho murder wannabe bleached jock boy’ here over me. Come on Buff, wouldn’t you rather go to the dance with me?”

“Sorry Riley, but I have a date.” Buffy told him politely. “Come on Spike, let’s go get that cut of yours cleaned up.”

“Gladly.” Spike told her, pulling her flush against him and kissing the top of her heard, all the while his eyes never leaving Riley’s.

Spike linked his fingers with hers, and hands together, they left the field and headed towards the clinic. But of course, Spike got his cocky grin in first to Riley.

“Fucker.” Riley muttered, as he headed towards the cheerleaders to ask one of them to the dance.

TBC!

I know it’s short, but I just wanted to get it up there for you! Review please!


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