Everything in the first chapter. I don’t own Buffy or any characters, and some lines are taken from the movie Grease.
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Grease
Chapter 7
“Miss. Do you want your drinks?” The bartender questioned Buffy, pulling both her and Spike out of their fantasy world and back into reality.
“Oh! Riley! Yes sir, I would thank you.” Buffy said hastily, shrugging herself out of Spike’s embrace. She turned to the bar and grabbed the two drinks. With them in hand, she began to make her way back to the table where Riley was seated.
“So that’s it luv?” Spike called to her. “You just tease me and it’s over?”
“Spike-,” Buffy began turning around.
“No luv, I don’t want to hear it. Walk out of my life again.” Spike interrupted with a sigh.
“Would you shut up you stubborn dopehead.” Buffy calmly told Spike, using force.
Spike looked at her surprised, but then obliged to her rules.
“Now, as I was saying. I’m not a rude girl. I’m here with Riley, I’m going to finish being here with Riley to be polite. This will be our first and last date. Spike, maybe we can start something up again. I don’t know.” Buffy informed him as she turned to make her way to the table she shared with Riley.
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Getting to the table, Buffy placed the drinks down. “I’m sorry. The bar is packed and the bartender is slow, so it took a while.” Buffy lied.
“Oh. Thank you.” Riley thanked her, grabbing his soda and taking a big gulp. “I thought it was because you were making out with Spike.”
Buffy looked up at him wide eyed, angry with herself for doing this to him, and angry that I saw. “Riley, I’m sorry. I can explain.”
“No, I think the kiss did enough explaining.” Riley said angrily.
Buffy got up out of her seat and walked over to him. “Riley-,” She began.
“NO BUFFY!” He screamed angrily getting up. “Is this what you think is right? I was wrong about you. I thought you were different than other girls. I thought you were something special. And I thought you liked me.”
Buffy’s eyes filled with tears at the tone of hurt in his voice. She began to backaway from him, honestly frightened. She backed right into the rock hard abs of a Spike Zuko.
“Hello Captain Cardboard.” Spike greeted him. He had heard the commotion from his table with the gang, and felt like he needed to save the damsel in distress.
“Get away bleach boy.” Riley ordered him. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Well then who does it concern mate?” Spike asked.
“Me and my girl.”
“She’s not your girl. I don’t see your name all over her.” Spike told him with venom in his voice.
“That could be arranged.” Riley said, stepping face to face with Spike, except for the fact that Riley’s taller.
“Guys! Stop!” Buffy yelled, stepping in between them to force them apart. “Riley, it’s been a great date up until now. But Spike and I had something this summer, and I think we still have it.”
“No Buffy. I’m not giving you up without a fight.”
“Riley, I don’t like fights.”
“Not the violent kind of fight. Maybe a challenge.” Riley proposed.
“RILEY! I want Spike-,” Buffy began.
“It’s alright luv. I think I can handle whatever Riley has to offer.” Spike interrupted. “What do you propose?”
“A sports qualifier. Coach Calhoun puts you on a sports team, you get Buffy. He doesn’t I get her.” Riley offered.
“Do you guys get that I’m not some prize to be won?” Buffy asked. The guys shook their heads without breaking their stare-down. “Good. Cause I think this idea works out fine.”
“Me too.” Spike agreed. He then shook Riley’s hand.
“Starting tomorrow.” Riley said.
The two guys then went their separate ways, leaving Buffy to have to get a ride home from Harmony.
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The next day, Spike walked with Coach Calhoun throughout the school gym. He had a cigarette in hand, listening to the Coach ramble off all the sports he could do.
“Okay, let’s start with the first rule. Cut it down to two packs a day, alright?” Coach Calhoun asked.
Spike looked at him questionally, then threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.
“Now, which sport are you interested in. How about the rings? I need more competitors for that. Do you like the rings?” He asked Spike.
“Yeah, I just installed some a while back.” Spike told him.
Coach Calhoun shook his head and sighed. “Well, the, er, first thing we have to do, er, is, er, you have to change.”
“I know. I’m here to do that. To change. Oh, and to win over a girl.” Spike infromed him.
Coach Calhoun looked at him like he grew two heads. “Son, I meant you have to change your clothes into the gym uniform that you seem to never wear in class.”
“Oh.” Spike said. “Can I borrow one? I don’t think I have mine.”
“Figures.”
~~~
Coach Calhoun and Spike walked their way the basketball courts outside. Spike was dressed in his red tank top that said ‘Sunnydale High’ and his white mesh shorts.
“Alright fellas! Listen up!” Coach Calhoun screamed at the basketball team as he blew his whistle. “I would like to introduce a new man Spike. Let’s give him a tryout, huh?”
The team snickered. They found it hysterical that their class bad ass was trying out for the basketball team, to become a jock that he so loved to tease.
“You better watch it mates.” Spike warned them.
After learning that he HAD to dribble and HAD to put the ball in the basket, Spike thought he knew how to play.
Spike was guarding the guy with the ball, and suddenly out of know where, he gave him a right hook into the stomach hard, knocking the wind out of him.
Coach Calhoun loudly blew his whistle.
“What did I do?” Spike asked, confused.
“Is he kidding? Damn.” One of the players said, as they all burst out laughing at Spike’s stupidity.
~~~
Coach Calhoun took Spike next to the wrestling mats. “I think you will like this sport son. Lots of violence.”
Spike grinned at that. “My middle name.”
“So, I’d like you to meet your wrestling partner. Spike, Kakistos. Kakistos, Spike.” Coach Calhoun introduced them.
Spike raised in eyebrow as in a question of “are you serious?”
Coach Calhoun blew his whistle. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Alright, come on, let's start, huh? Let's get in the first position. Spike, you get down. Okay, now Kakistos, get down.”
Coach Calhoun blew his whistle. “Ready? Okau? Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it. Come on. Spike, you gotta try. You gotta try, try. Come on.” Spike was down in an instant. He couldn’t seem to outdo this fatass. “Alright, Kaksistos, let's change positions. You get down. Come on. Alright, ready?” He asked, blowing the whistle again.
The two boys faught it out, but Kakistos used all of his weight to hold Spike down on his back on the mat. “Give?” Kakistos asked him.
“Yeah.” Spike replied.
They both got up, and Spike gave Kakistos a punch in the face.
“Oh! He’s a hitter!” Coach Calhoun realized. “Out to the baseball field we go!”
~~~
“I think you’re gonna like baseball. It's not that much of a contact sport. Now, get in there and let’s see what you can do. Alright? Throw the ball. Come on, let’s play.” Coach Calhoun told his team.
Spike, now clad in a baseball uniform and hat, stepped up to the plate with his bat in hand.
“Where would you like it huh? Underhand pitch the best?” The pitcher taunted Spike.
“Come on, let’s strike this guy out.” The catcher told the pitcher.
Spike immediately got two stikes, without even swinging.
“See, this guy can’t bat.” The catcher said. “He swings like a rusty gate!”
“Come on. A little better. Keep your eye on it.” Coach Calhoun tried to tell him.
Spike smiled wide, as he hit the ball hard. It went rather far off to the side.
“FOUL BALL!” The umpire yelled.
Spike turned around, grabbed the umpires face mask, pulled it, then flung it back to smack him in the face.
“SPIKE!” Coach Calhoun yelled to him. Spike threatened to hit all of the players with the bat. “Put the bat down!”
Spike obliged hesitantly.
“Phew! Now, there’s a lot of other sports that don't have any contact at all.” Coach Calhoun informed Spike.
“Yeah. Like what?” Spike asked.
“Track.”
“You mean like running?” Spike asked with disgust in his voice.
“What, do you just like running. I mean, something that, that needs endurance. Something that needs stamina. Like long-distance running. Cross-country running.” Coach Calhoun responded, trying to make it sound as good as he good.
“That could work.” Spike said.
“Thank god.” Coach Calhoun mumbled, as they made their way to the track.
~~~
“Hey come on! Keep those legs high! Faster Spike, faster!” Coach Calhoun yelled to him.
Spike was out running in the blistering heat back in his gym uniform. He spotted Buffy sitting with Riley in the bleachers. Trying to impress, Spike ran faster with unhuman like speed. He jumped the hurdles with ease that were in this way. On the last one though, his shoelace looped around the hurdle, and he fell smack on his face on the track.
“Oh shit.” He grunted. His whole body ached and he knew Buffy and Riley just saw him fall too.
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