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Warning: Mature Content, age difference, maybe violence, etc

A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing, since there isn't any fanfic's about Nichole I decided to maybe write more with her in different pairings.

Chapter 2: "Going after what is rightfully his."

Nichole quickly walked through the snow covered street, only stopping when she was a few feet away. She gripped her hands into fist and let out a frustrated sigh as she slowly looked back towards the window of the cafe, watching Bebe leaning in close towards her new man, Butters. If she wasn't tired from all of the all nighters and the buzz from her cups of coffee finally wearing off, she would of just bent down and scoop up snow into her hands and just repeatedly throw it towards that stupid cafe window.

She leaned her head back, breathing out to keep from all of her bottled up emotion from crashing up towards the surface. She couldn't stand that someone like Bebe, who could be a good person if she wanted to, could get who ever she wanted even if they're taken. She shook her head slightly closing her eyes for a bit of calming, 'No . . . Nichole Bakerfield does not get jealous of Bebe, she does not have time for made up fairytale romance.'

She finally opened her eyes, feeling colder than she felt in long time since standing the cold and looked back towards the cafe window, startled to find that Butters was staring in her direction. Giving her an intense look as Bebe seemed to ramble on about whatever she was rambling on about.

Nichole couldn't help herself, she raised her hand out of spite and flicked out her middle finger at him with a straight face, not making the mistake of letting her emotion on her face. She'll never make that mistake ever again.

She watched his expression turn from intense to a completely surprised expression. She rolled her eyes slightly at him and flicked the other middle finger at him, feeling childish but couldn't help feeling satisfied watching him place his attention towards her. 'Bebe, you better keep your shit to yourself girl . . . or karma will get you ten folds girl.' She turned around quickly, pulling her coat as close to her body as she humanly can and continued to walk forward, walking with her back straight and head high. 'Fuck this.'

She hated when she started feeling things again, hated that all of these emotion that she thought she shot a long time ago turned up alive and badly hurt and bruised but definitely alive. She let out a shaky breath as she pushed passed people that were in her as she started quickening her steps, breathing harshly suddenly. Not stopping in fear that her mask was beginning to crack and ooze out all the black from deep within inside of herself. She hated this. Hated that for someone like herself who has to work hard for the things she has, to work hard to pay her rent and bills on time still struggles in whatever she does. No matter what she's involved in nothing's ever easy but she couldn't help rolling her eyes every time Bebe would call her up bragging about how Kyle offered to pay her bills for her. Or how at her job as a clerk at a clothing store, she basically doesn't have to do a thing.

She slammed herself into the door of her apartment, fishing her keys out her jacket in a desperate attempt to escape whatever emotion she was feeling at the moment. She growled in frustration when she could not for the life of her find her keys in any of her pockets. 'Fuck!'

She slammed her fist against the door of her apartment repeatedly as she pressed her face against it, trying with all of her might to keep it all in.

She breathed deeply, trying with all her might to calm her nerves and think, '. . . . . I left them at the cafe didn't I?' She sighed to herself as she finally got herself calm enough to form sentences within her thoughts. She growled to herself as she turned herself around, leaning her back against the door as she looked down at her shoes, playfully tapping them against other. '. . . So call Bebe and get her to agree to deliver . . . .sounds like a plan.'

She sighed softly, 'Its the only plan.'

She pulled her phone out, still keeping her breathing deep and even as she flicked through her phone, letting her thumb hover over Bebe's contact number before she tapped on it.


He looked out the window, feeling all sorts of wrong being here as if as soon as she left he didn't belong anymore. He couldn't help watching her leave, watching her movements as she made her way out the door, not even bothering to hide his staring. He frowned slightly, feeling that the empty space right next to her is a place that should be and will be filled by him. His desire double as she looked right at him, giving him the two birds before disappearing down the street, most likely heading home. He couldn't help but feel amused at such public display of discomfort he most likely caused her and he couldn't wait to watch her face contort into uncontained pleasure as he did things to her that no other man could ever satisfy her the way that he could.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Her voice rudely interrupted his thoughts, "Then whose arms would you be running to-" Bebe interrupted herself as she turned her head at the direction that Butters attention seemed to be pointed to, "Ohhhhhh . . . . so you think you'll have a chance with Nichole . . . ." She giggled to herself as she cover her mouth to hide her laugh, "You're seriously thinking of dumping me, someone who will let you do anything you want, for someone who's damaged . . ."

Butter sighed softly, mentally biting his tongue, "This coming from the person who insisted that I meet her so called best friend." He touched at the bottom of his lips, a habit he's formed since he got his snake bites a few years back, "And you think your untouched?" He laughed a bit, "How many guys do you have on the side Bebe?"

She flinched slightly, using both hands to play with her hair as she turned her head away from Butters, "Excuse me?"

He signed softly, "Bebe, seriously? From the first moment I met you, I've always had some kind of hickey on your neck and shoulders. Obviously the guy your fucking is processive, wanting any other person to know that you're taken." He sat back in his seat, finally letting his thoughts come through his mouth.

She slammed her hands on the table as she got into his personal space, "So you think this is funny?! Making me out to be some type of-"

He looked straight at her, "What? A two-timer. Someone who opens their legs easily? A slut?" His gaze did not falter as he continued, "So what? Don't let my thoughts get in the way of things. Not like you literally hounded me until you forced me to agree to some sort of arrangement." He turned his eyes from her, looking forward, "So when someone I actually have an interest in thinks I'm the type to stick you."

She looked hurt, looking down at the table, "You could have said no."

He laughed at the irony, "Yeah, showing up at my place unannounced and not invited rang a few bells." He sighed softly, "I'm sure the guy that places this heavy looking hickeys," He pointed at her neck, "Would want you in ways that I can't."

She frowned softly, "So . . . you think I'll just let this go and everything would go peachy?"

He shrugged, "It's not my problem whether you want to let this go or not. I want nothing to do with you."

She tugged slightly at the ends of her hair as she looked down at her phone, "And you want to go after Nichole?" She tilted her head, "Fine but let me tell you," She looked at him as she held her phone in front of her, "She's broken beyond repair and I had a hand in shattering her." She puckered her lips as she handed him the phone, "I'll be waiting for you when you realize you can't even get no where close to her heart." She smiled tightly, "No one knows where she's hidden it."

He looked down at the screen of her phone, his eyes lingering on Nichole name and picture. He reached over, grabbing her phone, not minding that his fingers brushed against Bebe's fingers as he tapped the green telephone to answer the phone, ". . . Hello?"


Her whole body jerked at the sound of his voice, pouring itself from her phone and wrapping around her cold body, keeping her muscles and blood swimming in shock and something undefined. She was quiet for a moment, trying to think if she actually heard his voice or was she too wrapped up in her mind that she didn't notice how much this one meeting affected her. 'Shit . . . don't tell me I called while they were-'

"Nichole?" His smooth deep voice pulled her from her thoughts, "Still there?"

She swallowed whatever concerns that were cooking up at the moment, "Uhh . . . .I guess I'm interrupting something since you're the one picking up Bebe's phone. Well no matter, I left my keys at the cafe and as you can imagine I cant get into my apartment without it."

He let her voice wash over him, visible aware of his soft expression at the sound of Nichole voice. He looked around the table as he leaned more on his side, spotting keys hanging on a black 'punk chick' chain. "And you want me to give them to you." He more than stated then questioned.

Nichole, obviously caught off guard couldn't help but ask, "Seriously? . . . don't you have plans with Bebe-"

"No . . ." He realized he spoke too quickly, "No plans with her at all . . . there shouldn't have been plans between her and I in the first place." He groaned slightly as he got up from his seat, going over to the forgotten keys and picking them up as he continued the conversation, "Promise I'm not a creep, but just tell me how to get to your place and I'll personally come over and hand them to you."

She couldn't help the way her eyes narrowed as she stared down at the floor, "Look here kid, I don't play games or am I going to get involved in whatever the two of you are cooking up-"

"I'm not bringing any baggage . . . nor do I have the intention of making you uncomfortable." He had to stop her there. He didn't know why but he felt that if he left her finish her sentence, she would close herself off from him. Make it next to impossible to even ask her out for a 'friendly' cup of coffee, "Whatever you think I'm cooking up, I'll let you decide on your own . . . once I get over there and hand you your keys," He smiled slightly to himself as he turned around and grabbed his trench coat, "I bet you're freezing your ass off and want nothing more than to get inside and get warmed up."

Nichole was quiet for a moment, "What will Bebe-"

"There is no Bebe and me . . . there never was in the first place. . . . I'm sure you noticed, haven't you?" He needed to get her to understand that there was nothing in the beginning and nothing at the end between him and Bebe.

She was obviously confused but the conversation has run on a little long then she would have like, "Okay . . . . no bullshit and no drama." She finally told him where she lived, even told him a shortcut to get there faster, "Don't keep me waiting."

He licked along his lips, feeling the absence of his snake bites, "Don't worry. I'll be there in a few."

"Then I'll see you in a few." She didn't wait for his reply as she hang up the phone, breathing deeply as she stuffed her phone in her pocket. She should get mentally ready, she should prepared for every type of scenario. Should she invited him in, over some warm hot chocolate, maybe push him down on her sofa and have ,her way with him- . . . wait no, did that thought just cross her mind. She shook her head trying her hardest to clear her mind, 'Stay in control Nichole, you've got a few mins to calm your ass down! So breathe-'


Bebe chuckled softly and looked up at him as he handed her the phone. She looked down at her phone and shut the screen off as she looked back at him watching him getting himself ready to deliver Nicoles keys, "You're serious? She conventily loses her keys and now you're going over there to 'give her keys back'." She used her fingers to make quotation marks to make her point.

Butters shifted his shoulder, getting comfortable in his trench coat as he looked forward, placing Nicoles keys in his jean pockets, keeping them close to him as possible. "Whatever this is thats allowing me to see her . . . I'll take it . . ."

Bebe moved forward slightly as if to get up but hesitated, "You don't even know her! Not like I do-" She interrupted herself as she stared at his expression, feeling herself backing herself in her chair, "Don't do this Butter . . . This wasn't what I planned out."

Butters look at her for a little bit before he walked out of the cafe, his mind not focusing on Bebe's words but on Nichole. He walked quickly, moving through crowds of people even taking it as far as pushing past people who were fast enough for him. He didn't care, he just couldn't care as he mindless made his way towards Nichole's apartment, taking the stairs two even three at a time to get there faster.

He panted softly as he spotted her, staring down at her shoes with mild interest, clearly lost in her own thoughts. He walked towards her slowly, letting his eyes drink in the sight of her, imprinting her image into his mind so that he'd have something to wake up to. He reached over slightly, touching at her arm slightly to pull her from her mind and have her focus on him.

"Nichole?" His voice whispered slightly, bending down to look at her expression, looking amused as he watched her.

Her eyes widened as she focused on him, " . . . . You're here . . . ?"

He chuckled a bit, "Yeah . . ." He watched her as she pushed herself from the door she was leaning on, handing her hand out towards him. He raised an eyebrow as he took her hand, turning her hand around as he lowered his rosy lips against the back of her hand softly. Letting his fingers brushing against her fingers, letting her soft fingers contrast against his rough fingers.

She felt her cheeks heat up and pulled her fingers away, "The keys . . . I'm freezing my ass off." She couldn't help but shiver softly at the remaining feeling of his lips on her hand. She frowned as she handed out her other hand, "The keys, give them to me."

He leaned back into his own personal space as he pulled out her keys from his pocket, looking at them for a bit before he slowly handed them to her, staring into her eyes, "I'm not a threat Nichole . . . ."

She grabbed at her keys, staring back at him like he spoke only lies before she turned around and started unlocking her door, " . . . . want to come in?" She spoke quietly, if he wasn't so intent on listening to more of her voice he would more then likely missed her quiet request.

He didn't wait time answering her question, "Yeah . . . . I kinda want to."

A/N: Ooookay! I'm sorry if that seemed a little drawn out but I'm still trying to get the hang of Butters Badass attitude and Nichole's silent wiseness that she sometimes, when it comes to Butters, ignores. Give me some constructive thoughts on how to better this on the next chapter, because I honestly don't have time to come back to this and revise it right at this moment, tell me what you think.