SO, here's chapter 2! It's kind of confusing, BUT, I've finally gotten my plot made! The first chapter was pretty much just rant in a weird way.. But there's a plot.. kind.. now, SO NO WORRIES! :D

I hope you enjoy it! This will all make sense later in the story! xD


Fuck.. I hate him.. God damnit, I fucking hate you…

She couldn't stop thinking… Couldn't stop pondering every little annoying thought she had, no matter her tries to push them all away. It had been 5 hours since their… fight, if that was even a word for it.

She had no idea what they were fighting about, to be honest. Buttercup had hardly a damned clue. All she knew was she felt sick, thing's became fuzzy, and she was being pampered by someone, in whom she believed was Butch.

"Wait a minute…" She spoke out loud to herself. "Wait a god damned fucking minute!"

Right then, as the thought merely touched her mind, she knew what happened.


"Mitch Mitchelson! You fucking bastard!" Buttercup yelled, marching her way straight to his room, and her hand directly to his neck. "What the hell were you thinking? WHAT THE HELL WENT THROUGH YOUR MIND, HUH?" Her grip tightened and her heart started beating faster.

She was furious. Absolutely enraged. He was not going to walk out of this conversation alive. She was also surprised when Mitch stood up and pushed her into his wall.

"Don't you kid yourself, Buttercup." She scowled at him as he smirked, knowing she had finally remembered.

"You shouldn't fucking talk to me." She demanded, not bothering to push him away from her.

Noticing this, Mitch pressed himself against her. He had intentions, just like everyone else. Only his weren't meant to be good.

Mitch couldn't care less if the fiesty dark haired girl under him was pissed as hell at his actions. When he wanted something, he got it. End of story.

"Get off of me.." The warning was set in, very sternly, but the taller brunette only took it as an invitation. "Mitch… Get off me, now." And there's the green light.

"As if. You know you have no problem with this, Buttercup." His smirk widened as she just looked down. "You know, I can tell just what you want.." He started, forcing her to look in his eyes. "You just don't want to be a-"

"Don't you fucking say it!"

"Oh, you mean, alone? You poor baby." He made a fake sad face, mocking the tears in her eyes. Finally fed up with his stupidity, she pushed him away from her, into the wall.

"I am not fucking alone!" She screamed, pulling her fist up to kill him right there. She watched as he looked up at her amused. All this did was enrage her further. Yet, she put her fist down and ran out the door.

"You can't run away from being a stupid little whore, Buttercup." Mitch yelled as she ran off, completely amused with her self loathing that was about to set in.


Her tan hands trailed up his shirt, way too eager to go further and further each passing second. Biting his lip, he pulled her hands back, a little too roughly, causing her to snap at him.

"What the hell, Butchy!" Brute complained, latching her clingy limbs back to him.

"Get off, Brute. I can't do this." Butch sighed. He had only been alone in the room with this girl for a mere 12 minutes, and already he was feeling guilty.

She made a pouting face that disgusted him to the core. "But.. Butchy… Why not.." She whined, crawling on top of his larger figure.

"Seriously," Butch became aggressive, not to mention mad, and pushed her away. "No. I'm going."


He could almost smell her hair… As if she was asleep on his chest, like a few nights ago. He wished she was here. Butch had no idea how to deal with this. Why was he mad of all people?

Ring… Ring.. Ring..

Buttercup?

"Hell-" Never the first to speak..

"I'm sorry.." She whimpered. She was obviously crying. That sickened his stomach. He hated the idea of her crying.. The thought of it being his fault..

"What? Why? You have nothing-" He was cut off again, as always..

"For doing… that… with Mitchelson.. I'm sorry." He loved how she always just.. Said it..

"It's not your fault. It's his. Please don't you ever say you're-" Again, not able to finish his sentence..

"But I am sor-"

"Don't you fuckin- Where are you?" He hated talking to her on the phone, he had no idea how to tell if she was really sad or angry or anything..

"Old Pep's Pizza place, on the south of the city. Why?"


Riiiiiiiiiiiiing riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Dial tone…. But… oh god….

She couldn't bare to see him right now.. She was a mess.. She looked horrid. She was thinking like some girl.. Like Blossom for god's sake!

Buttercup was leaning on her forehead against the side of the old brick building. Was he coming to find her? Who knew with him.. Butch was so damn random and spontaneous.. Kind of like her. But as much alike as the two were, they were complete polar opposites with most things.

Buttercup was pulled out of her little thinking trance as she felt something wrap around her waist. Not being prewarned of this, or who was doing it, she sapped around to meet the pervert with her fist and foot.

"What the hell, Butch! What were you thinking! Don't you ever realise when I'm pissed at you?" And pissed the short girl was. She just stared at him, mind boggled at his smile.

"Pissed?" He questioned, as he pulled himself to his feet and closer to her.

"What's that smell?…" Buttercup pressed herself against him and inhaled deeply. "Who is she?"

Shit… Butch swore at his stupidity.

"It's nothing, Buttercup." He tried to convince her, but he even knew it was pointless. He had made the most bone headed mistake known to man.

"Who the fuck is it? What's her name?" She tangled her fingers in his hair, and painfully pulled his face down to her level. "Who is she?" She was starting to scare him now..

"Brute." He whispered, praying for life.

And she was gone. She just.. Left. Like that. Just gone. Just leaving him there this time, to feel heart broken. None of this made sense.. Nothing made sense to Butch now.

This must have been how she felt.. He thought, as he slouched down to the cold dirt under his feet and leaned against the building behind him.

"I hate you. Buttercup.." He spoke aloud to himself. "I fucking hate you, Buttercup!" Butch yelled as loud as he could, praying she heard him, while at the same time hoping she didn't.

Fuck.. I love that girl… What kind of trap am I in...


A/N: Hope you liked it! I'm going to try to update the next chapter by Friday!

It shall make more sense then. c:

REVEIW! (it makes me feel like I've accomplished something..)