Brick's POV

"Blossom get out of the bathroom!" I banged on the door. As usual, my annoying twin sister was hogging the bathroom. "You're not going to look any better!" I heard the water stop running.

"Shut up, Brick." she opened the door and walked past smelling like cherries. Typical.

"At least you smell better." I mumbled and went into the bathroom to do my thing. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, I didn't bother showering. I got in yesterday so... yeah. I exited the bathroom and went into my room to get changed. I pulled over my navy uniform pants over my boxers and threw on a white button down shirt. I put on a pair of navy dress socks and slid into my black loafers. Heh, Ma's gonna kill me due to all the scuffs. I grabbed my red baseball cap and flicked the light as I went out.

I slid down the banister into the living room. My mother was sitting on the loveseat and narrowed her eyes at me.

"That's why it's loose now. What have I told you about doing that?" Her face was contorted into a frown. My mother's red hair was put in a messy bun as she was typing up something for work.

"Sorry, Ma'am. It won't happen again." I lied. I did the same thing every day. I went in the kitchen and grabbed a poptart, my bookbag and walked out the back door. "Bye Ma!" I yelled over my shoulder.

I hopped over the wooden fence and walked around the block, turned left and headed towards the bus stop. I heard footsteps approaching and turned around to see nothing but a pink bow. I looked down at my twin, as I was a good foot taller than her to see her flustered face.

"I can't believe you left me." she fumed. I could only smirk.

"Well then, you shouldn't be trying to put on all that makeup. You would've been ready." I retorted.

"Ugh, asshole."

"Bitch." She swung her book bag and hit me in the arm as she stormed ahead of me.

Buttercup's POV

'Let Butch drive you to school. Since you don't have a license you don't have much of a choice unless you want to walk.' Is what my mother said this morning. I don't know why... well let me put it this way. I don't know HOW IN THE HELL did Butch get his license anyway? I swear he hits something at least once a week. And guess what? Today was my lucky day. We didn't even pull off. He hit the neighbor's car while trying to get out of the park.

"Good job." I said. He shot me a warning glance as he pulled off.

"Don't even start." Butch hissed.

"How? Just how? You had to get out of a park and it wasn't even like the car was close to ours. It was two yards away!"

"Why don't you just walk?" he yelled and that shut me up. "That's right. So don't complain before I throw you out again. You remember the last time? That was so fucking hilarious."

"Sh-shut up!" I felt my face go red in anger and embarrassment. "Dad's gonna kill you for hitting that car." I told him looking out the window. We stopped at a red light.

"Sue he is. Just like he was gonna kill em for that other time. Dad won't find out. The neighbors are too scared, they probably piss themselves thinking about talking to dad." Butch turned to face me. I growled. I hated he was right.

"You think Dad isn't gonna find out. He found out that you had to repeat a grade."

"Please, I got held back in 6th grade and he didn't find out until I was in 7th grade. Dad isn't very observant." Butch laughed, grateful for his freedom. Dad didn't give a damn about what he did but with me it was whole different story.

"You keep making fun of dad behind his back." I told him.

"I will, don't worry." he assured me and I frowned. "I can't wait until you get a license. I won't have to drive you anymore and put up with your stank attitude." We sat in silence until we got to the highschool.

"Get out!" He barked. I stuck up my middle finger and got out. I'd see him later in halls most likely. I saw groups of students gathering in the entrance. I saw the jocks, the gossips, the kind, the nerds, the geeks and finally...

"Yo Ace!" I yelled and made my way towards my people.