(Buttercup's P.O.V)
Hatred.
Frustration.
Bored SHITLESS!
This sucks.
I'm sat here in English, my hand, clamped in a fist, is under the table.
Badly need to punch something.
This isn't fucking happening!
You see, last week me and Butchie-boy made a bet.
The first one to brake down and unleash their anger loses.
The loser has to wear a dress.
Not happening.
I'm not losing.
No way in hell and I gunna get dolled up.
I am going to win!
'cause I am dieing to see Butch in a dress.
Hehe.
I'm a bitch right?
One…two…three…
RING!
Its home time.
Thank god!
I grab my bag an make a run for it.
I'm all most out of the building when I bump into someone.
"Watch were your going you-"
Oh shit, its Butch.
"What were you gunna say Butterbutt?" He smirked.
"Nothing." I hissed.
"Nothing?" He raised his eye-brow.
"Yep. Nothing. Now, move out of my way."
He smirked.
"I think I'm gunna win the bet."
"Nu-uh." I smile widely.
"Really? Your going to win? Unlikely."
I sigh. I think it's kind of unlikely as well, to be honest.
I mean, no hitting, punching and no SWEARING!
Swearing is probably the worst one. I cant go without swearing. I mean fitting is hard enough to go without.
But swearing?
Kill. Me. Now.
Please?
"So Butterbutt…" He starts.
I interrupt him.
"HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" I screamed.
He smiled.
I feel confused, then remember.
Whoops!
No swearing.
I'm fucked.
"I win." He laughed.
No. No. No.
"Aw, is poor Butterfly got to wear a pretty little dress?" He grinned.
What a tosser.
I think I'm gunna cry.
Me, In a dress?
NOOOOO!
The horror!
I push passed him and start to walk home.
"Just remember to wear it tomorrow."
"Fuck you." I mutter.
"Would loved to." He grinned.
"Bye jackass." I stick my middle finger up at him and fly home.
I wake up the next day at 6:30.
"Bubbles." I mutter inaudibly.
But, sadly, she still hears me.
"Yes?" She smiled.
"Erm, I sort of lost the bet. Can I borrow a dress from you?"
She grabbed my hand and yanked me into her room.
"Yes, of course!" She shouted enthusiastically. "And some shoes, a bow, some make-up…"
I stopped her.
"I just need a dress!" I whine.
"Tough." She grinned.
Shit. I'm her fucking living fucking dress up doll.
Yay! Not.
We - me and Bubbles - leave the house at 8:15.
Blossom left at 8:00.
Nerd didn't want to be late.
I walked though the school halls.
People are staring at me.
I'm uncomfortable!
I smirk when I see Butch, stood there, just staring at me.
"Like what you see?" I mustered in the most innocent way I could.
He's stood there, dazed.
Hmm, maybe I should wear a dress more often.
More embarrassing for him than me anyway, I think as I walk passed him.
He cant take his eyes of me.
R&R :D
