A/N: Back again with another chapter! Do remember to give me some feedback! I appreciate it. Keep in mind, Butch has quite the mouth on him.
-No Pov-
"Butch! Mojo JoJo will not stand for tardiness! It's time to wake up." Mojo said bursting into his adopted son's room. The five year old boy slowly rose from his slumber.
"Aww c'mon papa, I don't wanna go to school." Butch said angrily.
"Your mother wants me to get you started with school so that's what I plan to do. If you're going to be my evil successor, you must increase your intelligence!" Mojo said back to him.
"But mama says that you're the last thing I should turn into." Butch replied.
"WHAT?!" Mojo shouted. "Nevermind that woman! True evil is all in the brain! Which is why you're going to school."
"But what if the other kids don't like me, or start to pick on me?" Butch asked lowly.
"Then to hell with those damned kids! Show them not to mess with the son of Mojo Jojo!" Mojo said clearly not caring about his language. Mojo often tried to get his son to swear as well.
"...Yeah! Ok papa! I'll just kick all of their butts!" Butch said smirking. Mojo grinned at this.
"Yes my son. Violence is the first step into a villainous life. Now come on. Mojo Jojo has prepared breakfast."
The two of them walked downstairs and into the kitchen. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the nose of Butch.
"Woah! That smells great!" Butch yelled.
"Hurry and eat! It is almost time to go." Mojo said to the small boy.
(15 Minutes Later)
The car ride was long and and Butch's words, boring as hell. "Ugh! Papa can you please stop talking to me about it! I'll be the bestest at school." Butch said with annoyance.
"Ok ok...But just remember to-"
"DAD!" Butch shouted.
"Alright…" Mojo was more nervous about kindergarten than his five year old son.
"I'll be ok." Butch said opening the car door. "I'm strong papa! I can handle myself." He stepped out and turned to his father once again. "I'll see ya later papa." He closed the door and walked to the school.
"What is this feeling Mojo is having?! Is it pride? Is it sadness? Mojo Jojo does not understand this!" He said as he watched his son step inside of the building. Mojo sighed as he started the car. "Don't grow up too fast my son…"
(Butch's Pov)
So this was kindergarten? Kinda lame if you asked me. I was walking around until some lady came up to me with a stupid smile on her face.
"How can I help you young man?" She said to me.
"I don't need help!" I snapped at her. She just raised a brow.
"Ok...well the kindergarten room is that way. She pointed in the opposite direction that I was walking to. I growled and turned around stomping to where she pointed.
I stopped in front of the door. "Well...this is it, huh…freaking kindergarten." I sighed and pushed open the door. The kids all looked up at me and my face grew red from embarrassment. I HATED getting looked at.
"Why hello there. You must be Butch Jojo." The black haired lady said. I don't know why she was so happy though. "I'm Ms. Keane. And welcome to our class." She then turned to the rest of the kids. "Class say hello to-" I didn't let her finish though. I walked to the back and took a seat at the one empty table. The whole room gasped out as they all looked at me again. I glared at them with frustration.
"What are you all looking at?! I yelled at them. Some kid with a red baseball hat came up to me. I took note of his red eyes.
"You're in MY seat dude! Get up!" He said. I tried hard not to punch his soul out. Who did he think he was!
"Watch it redhead! I'm not one of those wimpy kids." I said to him. A couple of the kids glared at me. Especially some green eyed girl. Too bad, I really didn't care.
"Get up!" The red eyed jerk said once again. "Or I'll make you get up." Did he really just try to threaten me? Ha! My dad is scarier.
"What's the word I'm looking for...oh yeah! NO!" I said. We glared hate at each other. Then the teacher came up to us.
"Brick! Butch! Please calm down. What is the issue?" She asked us.
"He's in my seat! I told him to move but he wouldn't listen to me!" He said. What a snitch."
The teacher lady then looked at me. "Ok Butch, what's your side of the story?"
"There is no side. He wasn't sitting in his spot, so I took it. Simple as that." I said plainly.
The teacher sighed. "Butch this is Brick's seat. Why don't you go sit at that table." She pointed to a table that had three girls sitting at it. She was NOT serious!
"I can't do that! There's nothing but a bunch of dumb girls at that table!" I shouted frantically.
"Butch, every other table is pretty full-" I cut her off again.
"This table was empty!" I yelled at her.
"Not really, dummy. My table is just absent today." Brick's lame ass said.
"Why can't he sit at the girl table then?!" I asked getting angry.
"Because he already chose his table and his group is full." The teacher explained. I noticed that the redhead was smirking.
"Whatever! This table is stupid anyway." I said to Brick. Ms. Keane walked me over to the dumb, girl table.
"Ok Butch. Welcome to your new table." The three girls looked at me with confusion. Then the green eyed girl looked at me with distrust.
"Ms. Keane, why does he have to sit here?" She said.
"Oh trust me, I don't like it either toots!" I said snapped back at her. She glared at me and stuck her tongue out.
"This is the only table he can sit at Buttercup so please give him a warm welcome." The teacher said to her and her table. I sat in one of the chairs. The three girls all looked at me differently. The loud, green eyed, black haired girl kept glaring at me. The blonde haired, blue eyed one smiled at me like we were friends.the redhead with weird pink eyes just gave me untrustworthy glances.
"Would you stop staring at me!" I snapped at them. The blonde decided that it was okay to talk to me. Not sure why though.
"Hi! I'm Bubbles." She said all happy and junk. She then pointed to the redhead. "That's Blossom." Blossom payed me no mind. Man whatever! Not like I give a damn! Bubbles then pointed to my least favorite. "That's Buttercup. She gets grumpy."
I sighed and put my head down. This already sucks. I was here for five minutes and already hated it here.
"Ok class. Let's get to know each other. We're gonna go around the room and share a like, a dislike, and your goal. I pretty ignored everyone a took a little nap. I don't care about anyone's goals but mine. Ya see, recently I found out about my weird powers. I want to figure out what they can really do and...well I haven't really gotten that far. Papa says to strike fear into people with my powers but mom says I have to keep them hidden. Not gonna lie, I'm siding with Mama on that one. I can't exactly control my powers yet…
"Butch Jojo!" I hear Ms. Keane call out to my name.
"What?" I asked.
It's your turn. One like, one dislike and your goal." She answered.
I sighed and I walked up to the front of the class. I stuffed my hands into my pockets and stared at the class with narrowed eyes. "My name is Butch Natas Jojo. I like to punch stuff and I dislike all of you. My goal...is none of your business." I went back to my seat and put my head. Now that I got that outta my way, I could get back to my nap.
"Uh, thank you Butch…" The teacher said shakily.
-25 Minutes Later-
It was recess time and you'd think that an energetic kid like me would love that. Nope! I was bored and alone. Everyone was playing a huge game of tag but I was just sitting here alone on the swing. I wasn't having any fun. "This stinks!"
"What stinks?" Someone asked. "Sorry if it's me, I eat a lot chees when I'm not supposed to." Some blonde kid said to me.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Who the heck are you." I asked defensively.
He smiled like an idiot and said "I'm Boomer!" He sure was loud. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I dunno, you seemed pretty lonely." He responded.
"Go away." I said to him.
"Aww come on. You should play tag with everybody."
"No!" I answered quickly.
"But why?"
"Trust me. I can be a little...much." I wasn't kidding. My powers flip out when I get too excited. I start twitching and everything.
"It'll be fun! C'mon!" He pleaded.
"No!" I told him.
"Please?" He continued.
"No! Now get away from me before I kick your ass!" I snarled at him. His eyes widened as he gasped. "What..?"
"You said a bad word!" He said in alarm.
"...What, ass? It just means I'm gonna to kick your butt dude…" I explained to him.
"My mom said that's a bad word."
"So what? You gonna snitch or something? See if I care!" I told him.
"Nah. I won't tell. You're my friend. I don't wanna get you in trouble." He said with a goofy grin.
"We are not friends!" I said harshly.
"Sure we are. Now c'mon best buddy! Let's go play tag." He said as he dragged me away. What an idiot.
