A girl with gleaming emerald green eyes and shoulder-length black hair was glaring hard on the person in front of her. It was as if she was actually boring holes into his body.
The person shuddered. "I don't care if you're like that. Just don't use those eyes on me again."
She smirked triumphantly. "You know what, Brick?" The person in front of her whose name is Brick shot her a blank look and cocked an eyebrow.
"What now, Buttercup?" He crossed his arms and slumped back on his seat.
The both of them were chilling in the school cafeteria, students chattering as usual. The both were in a secluded corner where most of the social outcasts were and most likely they were somewhat in the top of the social circle, but they did not care at all. Brick, Buttercup's best friend in the whole entire universe, was sitting across from her and always, always impatient. Little did Buttercup know, but Brick sort of has a crush on this girl.
Buttercup leaned in forward, like she was going to tell a secret to him. "This is the first day of middle school, I should start a relationship with an upperclassman!" She sat back in her seat with her arms crossed across her chest, lips curled into a smirk. She definitely looked like an idiot while Brick processed this through his skull.
"Why an upperclassman all of a sudden?" he protested, making her pout and cross her arms. "Why not students your age, Butterbutt?"
"Well," she huffed, throwing her arms in the air to create a dramatic effect then slammed her palms to the table. She was on her feet, bent over the table and a good distance away from the auburn-haired boy's face. A slight blush accented his cheeks. "I hate to tell you this, but upperclassmen are more cuter!" Back to the pose she had earlier, Brick carelessly rolled his eyes at her.
Peeking with one of her eyes, a strikingly handsome boy caught her eye. He had black messy hair and dark green eyes that can put any girl into a trance. He wore the same school uniform—like all the other guys in school—and some high top black converse.
Buttercup's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she watched his every step with heart eyes. Her mouth was open and Brick had noticed this. Her eyes kept following this mysterious boy three tables away from hers. He sat with his friends, chatting about the new seventh graders which was Buttercup and Brick's grade.
Overhearing this phrase, "Butch, do you think those underclassmen girls are hot? Because I think so." One of his friends who was a blonde with winged hair spoke to the boy that caught her eye just now.
So his name is Butch, huh? Buttercup thought, smirking. Brick got tired of it and poked her cheek. Only that made her snap out of her thoughts. "What? I was in the middle of hearing a conversation!" She hushed him and resumed to eavesdrop.
"That's a silly crush you have there, Buttercup." Brick muttered under his breath, crossing his arms. Buttercup glared at him.
"Shut up! He's the only cutest boy I saw." she protested. He only sighed in defeat.