Make You Mine... Butch X Buttercup.. By Dark Angel 91398...
PPG: Dark Angel 91398 owns nothing but her ideas and her writing.
RRB: Aw.. Can we steal it?
Me: No. I will report you to Russia!
Butch: Cops freak me out.. But vodka is bad assery. *Ignores all questioning looks*
Chapter One: Sparked .. *Buttercup's POV*
'Why is he staring at me? Why is he watching me?' my mind panicked as I felt the usual pair of forest green eyes scan me from top to bottom and back.
The middle of science is never the best time to panic especially during a ninety point test, but in this case, I felt it was entirely too appropriate.
I could practically feel the heat of his intense gaze boring holes in my mind, distracting me from the quiz I needed to pass so I wouldn't end up getting a "D" or an "F".
Why did he have to sit right next to me of all people? Why not Brute Plutonium who sat in front of me and behind Mitch? Or, better, next to Princess Whore-bucks who sat in front three rows ahead of me?
The tip of my pencil wavered over the Scantron sheet and I felt him gently brush a hand against my leg, making my skin break out in goosebumps and make my eye twitch.
I just needed the last three questions done in the next five minutes and I could ask Mr. Jopp if I could go to the library or the bathroom. Somewhere that wasn't here next to him.
Why did I always feel so awkward around him and his intense gaze? Why did I feel so uncomfortable when he would speak or answer a question? There were too many questions and not enough answers.
I filled the last bubbles in without a problem and his hand rested on my thigh for a few seconds before I yanked my leg away, almost kicking Brute (who seemed to be struggling with answering).
I turned to glare at him and felt my face pale. He winked at me and it wasn't the wink I usually get, the "I'm-Teasing-You,-It's-Fun-When-You're-Pissed". It was a terrifying wink, new to me, familiar to the other girls who weren't a Powerpuff Girl.
The wink he gave me was the "Bad-Boy-Likey-And-I-Get-What-I-Want" one, the look that he often passed to girls in the middle of our fights in public.
Oh, no. Oh, no, oh, hell no.. No times infinity on high and the last number in existence.
He can't like me. It's genetically, scientifically, mentally, physically, emotionally impossible for him to even think about me without wanting to kill me.
I felt dread fill me as he leaned in, realizing A.) we were in the back row in the corner where it was pretty dark and B.) his lips were getting closer to my own.
"What's the matter, Butterball?" he asked in a voice that was huskier than usual.
"Stop touching me." I growled softly, narrowing my emerald eyes angrily.
"Why? Doesn't it feel good?" he grinned.
"No. Even if it did, I would never tell you, moron." I huffed.
"Why?" he repeated, cocking his head.
I felt my muscles grow taut as he leaned in close enough from one of his midnight black spikes to brush against my skin before he spiked it back up.
"Would you tell me if anything I do feels good?" he smirked.
"Why are you asking me this?" I demanded suspiciously, feeling my heart pound.
"Just curious." he growled in a predatory voice.
I opened my mouth to speak and he took his window of opportunity.
Butch crushed his lips against mine roughly, viciously, as if to try to dominate them or claim them. The kiss, in general, was violent as he repeatedly tried to stick his tongue in my mouth.
Butch's lips were slightly rough and cold, but the sweet taste of honey and peppermint contrasted nicely with them. That is the closest thing I'll give to a compliment to him.
I tried to yank myself away about twenty times and gave up as I found Butch's arms wrapped around me like iron bars, binding me to his muscular form, before his fingers tangled in my raven black hair.
The only reason the embrace ended was because Butch decided he was done and pulled back slowly. My eye twitched and I felt the need to guzzle a ten gallon container of bleach.
"Like that? How was that?" Butch asked with a fanged grin.
My cheeks burned a bright shade of cherry and I bit back all the nasty, infuritated things I wanted to say.
"I want to make you swallow your own tongue and choke slowly." I hissed.
"Funny. Tell me the truth." he demanded.
"Why did you kiss me?" I snarled, ignoring the Rowdyruff Boy.
"Maybe I like you, Butterball. Maybe because the only reason you've been alive for so long is because I like you. Maybe it's because you're so confused and pissed, it's hilarious." he smiled sweetly.
"Keep your lips off of mine or I'll rip them off." I threatened.
"So, what do you say?" Butch purred.
"Say to what?" I frowned confusedly.
Butch removed all but one finger from my hair, ran in down through the tiny curl of my ends, and made himself happy by running it along the collar of my green v-neck tee.
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the finger brush against my skin and leave a goosebump trail in its wake.
"Whatcha say about being my girlfriend?" Butch smirked.
"No!" I sneered.
"Aw, c'mon, babe.." he smiled.
"Because I hate you!" I snapped.
Butch's finger stopped abruptly against the dip of my collar and his forest green eyes flashed to my emerald green eyes in a flash.
"Why not?"
"We are mortal enemies for one. Um, you've tried to kill me since kindergarten. You've humiliated me and my sisters."
"If we were together, I wouldn't do anything like that. In fact, I'd even let you stop me for crimes if we dated."
"Are you implying I need help?!"
"Oh, Buttercup, can't you see how much stronger I am compared to you? How lethal? How much more deadly and dangerous? I could kill you in the blink of an eye."
"Then, why don't you?"
"I like you."
"I hate you. I will never be with you. I'll never be yours."
Butch glared at me as if I just admitted to stabbing his family and destroying his life. I fought back the urge to flinch at the shocking display of emotions.
"I'll make you mine one way or another, Buttercup. I swear, you'll fall for me before you even realize it."
"I highly doubt that."
Butch opened his mouth to say a retort of anger and the bell rang loudly, signalling to everyone that class was dismissed.
As I stood to leave, he gripped my arm and whispered in my ear.
"Remember, sweetheart..: You're going to be mine even if it kills us both."
And with those ominous, foreboding words, Butch left and my lips tingled warmly before I swallowed nerves and went to study hall.
~End of chapter!~
Greens: Review for bubblegum!
Me: Butch is a psycho..
Buttercup: *Shudder* Hell yeah..
Butch: *Evil smirk* MWAHAHAHA!
BC and me: *Shudder* I'mma hide now..
Me: Do we run- Hey! Where'd she go?!
BC: TO THE ESCAPE POD!
Me: WAIT FOR ME!
~Peace, peeps, thanks for reading and remember to review, so I know whether to continue or nyet!~