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Butch POV

Agh, I'm exhausted; Brick has been bothering me about helping those two weirdo girls until 3:00 am last night. I don't like getting caught in the middle of other people's problems because it always bites you in the butt in the end.

I don't trust those two, especially that short haired one. What was her name again? Oh whatever, it's not like I'm going to see her again anytime soon. Brick thought she was a ghost, that idiot.

She didn't talk much until I accused her of being a runaway serial murder, then she grabbed me by my shirt and yelled directly to my face. To be honest, that was the first time I really looked at her. Her skin looked smooth and was a light milk color. Her hair was pure black and her eyes, the same eyes that were glaring daggers at me at the time, were an unnatural shade of neon green. She yelled at me and I yelled back at her without thinking. Usually when a girl would scream at me I would think for a second then shrug it off but with her, I didn't think at all.

As I left my house, I made my way towards my green motorcycle that was parked on my drive way. I usually get in trouble when I ride this to school but I honestly don't care right now, I just want to ride my motorcycle and forget about that freaky experience I had last night.

I got to school and hid my motorcycle in some over-grown bushes near the school gates. I'm late, not much surprise there, so there wasn't anyone around. I sneaked into the school building through a open window and ran towards my locker. My homeroom class is math so I grab what I needed and throw my backpack into my locker. I walked towards my homeroom class, not in any rush to get there.

As I entered the room, I expected to hear Ms. Keane to yell at me the moment I entered the room for being late but to my surprise, she suddenly got a phone call.

"Yes, this is Ms. Keane speaking." She answered the phone and waved her hand towards me, gesturing me to go to my seat. I walked towards my desk and sat down.

"What!" Ms. Keane exclaimed in the phone, causing half the class to flinch in surprise. "I wasn't informed about this . . . . . no, I pretty sure no one has mention this to me. . . . . . . . There must be some mistake . . . . This is really strange, but I think there's still room for one more student in my homeroom class. . . . Please do." She hanged up the phone and sighed.

"Just what I needed, another bratty teenager in my class." She muttered sarcastically, and slumped into her chair.

"Listen class," she clapped her hands, trying to grab the class attention. "It looks like we're getting a new student today. So be nice, and Butch," she glared at me. "None of your immature pranks please; the last new student almost sued the school because of you!"

"I wouldn't dream of it." I said innocently with a slight smirk on my face. I remember the last new kid prank. It was one of my finest works. His hair 'accidently' caught on fire. He was ok, but I can't say the same thing for his hair. He spent last semester bold and he was transferred to a different class.

"Ms. Keane," the school's principle, Ms. June came in. "she's here. She's waiting outside your door right now." she turned her gaze at me and glared.

"Butch," she scoffed.

"Ah Ms. June," I said in an angel-like voice. "You're looking as old and fat as ever." She growled and was about to say something to me before Ms. Keane cut her off.

"So Ms. June," she said with a grim look on her face. "What's the new trouble maker, ah, I mean new student like?" with that Ms. June's face light up.

"You wouldn't believe it I tell you!" she said joyfully. "But I'm going to tell you anyway! The new student is extremely polite young lady!" Ms. Keane mouth dropped.

"A polite teenager! I thought those were extinct!" Ms. Keane exclaimed. I hope they realize that there is a class full of teenagers staring at them.

"I thought so too!" Ms. June squealed. She caught a glance at the students glaring at her and she coughed. "Um, I'll call her in." she turned her attention towards the door.

"Buttercup, please come in here." She called. Buttercup? Why does that name sound so familiar? The door opened and a girl walked in. My eyes widen while my jaw dropped towards the ground. What the heck is she doing here? She was wearing clothes that made her look like she came from Paris. I have to admit though, she does look, somewhat, well maybe a little . . . cute.

"Hello, I am Ms. Keane." Ms. Keane introduced herself. I could tell that Buttercup was nervous because she kept tugging down her skirt.

"Bonjour, ah, I mean hello, I am new student." Buttercup said in a French accent. All the guys were practically drooling over her and as she turned her head towards the class, she spotted me. She looked somewhat startled to see me.

"Ms. Keane, there are no available lockers so Buttercup has permission to carry her backpack in class." Ms. June said as she made her way towards the door. She gave Buttercup one last smile before leaving the room but I don't think she noticed.

"So Buttercup, you came in as a surprise today. I wasn't aware I was getting a new student today. Now, where should I put you?" Ms. Keane said as she scanned the room.

"Buttercup, be a dear and sit in that empty seat behind Butch." She point to a seat behind me. Crap, why me? I expected Buttercup to take her time walking towards her desk but she practically ran at full speed. I thought saw I trail of green light as she ran past me but I think it was just my imagination.

I have a feeling that she was up to something, but I can't figure out exactly what. If everything those two told me was true, then why isn't she saving those other girls from whatever took them? I have to be careful around her. I don't trust this girl one bit.

"Butchikins!" I heard a girl yelled from outside. I suddenly felt a chill crawl up my spin. Oh shit!

The window on the side of the room suddenly shattered and I used my arms to protect my face from the falling shards of glass. A less than a second, after the window broke, I felt something big, puffy and heavy tackled me out of my chair.

"GET OFF ME YOU PSYCHOPATH!" I yelled as tried to crawl away but the princess kept clawing me with her long nail, dragging me back to her. Someone, get this crazy chick off me!

"Butchikins, daddy let me test out this new jet pack his company made! I wanted to see you so badly so I used it to get here!" she squealed as she squeezed my lungs out. I have to get away! I tried crawling away again but the results were the same. I turned my attentions towards Buttercup; she was staring at me and princess with a confused look on her face. I mouthed the words 'help me!' and, thankfully, she nodded.

"Um excuse me, miss," Buttercup said in a French accent. Princess glared at her as she got off of me. Freedom!

"What are you to my Butchy-poo!" she was glaring daggers at buttercup but she ignored her glare as she helped me get off the floor and dust off my jacket.

"I do not know what you mean, miss." Buttercup responded politely. I looked at her and she had a slight smirk on her face and her eyes challenged Princess's glare. "I am new student, so I do not know him. I only stop you two because there are many sharp shards of glass on the floor." She pointed to the ground. Princess stops glaring and studied her from head to toe.

"Where are you from?" princess asked. I have a feeling that she's planning something bad but I brushed that feeling away. Buttercup looked somewhat uncomfortable as she answered.

"I am from Paris, France." She said as she held out her hand towards Princess. She never stops talking in that French accent. I noticed that her hand was bleeding. Some of the shards from the window must've hit her but she didn't seem to notice.

"Ew!" Princess squealed in disgusted and took a step back, away from Buttercups bleeding hand. "You should clean that hand. Its looks soooo gross." Buttercup turned her attention to her injured hand. She stared at it for a while. It was as if she never saw blood in her life before.

"One last question, and since you're from Paris I'll be nice and ask it in French." She said. Buttercup looked alarmed.

"Oh, please you do not have to." She said but Princess ignored her.

"Une j'ai le plus beau, le plus talentueux riche fille la plus merveilleuse que vous avez jamais rencontré?" Princess asked with a high and mighty attitude. What the heck did she just asked? (Translation: Am I the most beautiful, most talented, richest, most wonderful girl you have ever met?)

I turned my attention to Buttercup who had the same exact confused look on her face that everyone in class had. Please don't tell me that she came here as a fake French exchange student while not knowing a word in French! This isn't going to end well.

"Oui?" she answered hesitantly. (Translation: yes?) Princess looked satisfied with her answer.

"Well, you not stupid as I thought you were. But I want to get one thing straight." She grabbed Buttercup's arm roughly. Ms. Keane tried to pull Princess away from Buttercup but her grip was strong.

"Butch is mine." She hissed. She let go of her and turned towards me. "Butchikins! I have to leave now but I'll be back! Don't miss me too much." She blew a kiss at me and I felt my stomach turn. She turned on her jet pack and flew out the window. Everyone was silent. Princess wouldn't give a new student the time of day, no matter how hot they are. Wait, did I just call Buttercup hot? No, no I didn't! And no one can prove otherwise!

"Buttercup, are you alright dear?" Ms. Keane asked. Buttercup rubbed her arm and nodded. "Can someone take Buttercup to the nurse's office?" every guy in our class volunteered.

"No, I will go myself." Buttercup said as she grabbed her backpack and left the room.

"But you don't even know where it is." Ms. Keane commented.

"I'll figure it out!" she called out stubbornly. I couldn't help but chuckle alittle. I guess Buttercup has too much pride to ask anyone for help.

"I'll go see if she makes it there." I said. Everyone gave me a doubtful look as I left the room. I found buttercup walking down the hallway. She was deep in thought so she didn't notice me walking beside her. I snatched her hat off her head.

"Hey, I need that!" she cried and tried to snatch it. She was a head shorter than me but she suddenly got taller than me. I looked down and I saw her that her feet weren't touching the ground. I moved the hat away from her reach.

"How are you are you able to float in the air like that?" I asked. She awkwardly flew up close to me but I moved the hat away from her with ease..

"Apparently, Fate forgot to tell me that the jewelry piece weapon has something called Chemical X in them and when you put it on, it absorbs into your skin and gives you superpowers." She said as she picked up speed and was able to float around me smoothly.

"My powers are going to go crazy for the first twenty four hours so I need that hat so I don't float away!" in a flash of green light she grabbed the hat. She placed the hat on her head and her feet met the ground. I have to say, having superpowers would be cool but I'm still not helping her with and I still don't trust her . . . do I? No, no I don't. We started walking side by side in the hallways.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to save three other girls with Boomer and Brick?" I asked her. She looked at me with sigh and turned her gaze towards the floor.

"Fate said we can't save them until you agree to help us." She said grimly.

"Why?"

"I don't know!" she said, frustrated. "I don't think she's going to tell me why, until you agree to help us!" we kept walking. I noticed that Buttercup was following me because we passed the nurse office a few seconds ago. I smirked and turned around to lead her to the Nurse's office.

As we entered the room, we noticed that the nurse wasn't in the room. I'm guessing she's flirting with the social studies teacher again. I sighed and grabbed the first Aid box from the top shelf and gestured for Buttercup to sit on the couch while I knelt down in front of her and cleaned her hand with a wet towel I found near the sink. She winced and I notice that a shard of glass was still in her hand.

"So how is coming to school as a fake foreign exchange student from France going to convince me to help you?" I asked and grabbed the tweezers from the first aid box. She saw what I was going to do with the tweezers and I felt her hand tense.

"Relax; it's not going to kill you. I just need to get a piece of glass out of your hand." I said to comfort her. She nodded. Crap, I did it again. I said something without thinking! I would usually ignore someone if they felt uneasy or scared but with her, I actually want her to feel at ease. This girl is dangerous, I can't think straight with her around.

I pulled the glass out and the cuts on her hand started bleeding. I pressed the towel against her hand, trying to stop the blood that was pouring out of Buttercup's small hand.

"What do you think of Princess?" she asked, breaking the silence between us. The question caught me off guard. Why is she asking me that? I looked up at her face showed pure curiosity. I sighed.

"She's a crazy psychopath who wears too much makeup and tight clothes. If there was a fight between her and the bear, she'll win hands down and the bear will be in physical therapy for a long time." I said, and she let out a small laugh. I like the way she laughs, it's wasn't forced or fake, it's was just. . . cute. Wait, I didn't just think cute just now, did I? I have to remind myself that I can't trust her.

"I think you're over exaggerating a little bit." She said. I thought I saw someone open the door from the corner of my eye but when I turned around, the door shut closed. Who was that?

"No I'm not! You don't know her like I do! I'm surprised no one put her in a straitjacket yet!" I laughed. A few seconds I gave out a heavy sigh. "I wish Princess will just leave me alone." I tossed the towel away and grabbed disinfectant spray from the first aid kit.

"If you agree to help me, I'll help you with your princess problem!" Buttercup blurted out. I raised my eyebrow at her as I used the disinfectant spray on her hand. She yelped and pulled her hand away from me.

"Ow! That hurt! Why did you do that?" she cried. I laughed and she glared at me.

"Oh, the great Buttercup can't handle a little pain?" I joked as Buttercup slapped my shoulder with the hand that didn't have cuts on it. Her face was red and her eyes showed a mix of anger and embarrassment. She's really fun to tease. I grabbed her injured hand again and since there too much cuts and scratches on her hand, Band-Aids won't help. I started wrapped her hand with gauze I found in the first-aid kit.

"I'm serious," she said. "I'll can help you." she had a determined look on her face and I sighed. How can she help? Princess is crazy beyond words. I opened my mouth to say something but Buttercup's backpack starting moving. Wait, moving!? I quickly grabbed her backpack from her side and threw it against the wall.

"Ow! That hurt damn it!" A small voice said from inside the backpack. I looked at Buttercup and her face told me that she didn't know what it was. The zipper of the backpack unzipped and a bat with a watch around its neck came flying out.

"Ok! Which one of you idiots threw the backpack!" the bat yelled. The bat talked! This has to be a dream. I noticed from the corner of my eyes that Buttercup was pointing her finger at me while have a shocked look on her face as she kept staring at the talking bat. Traitor.

"How dare you treat the all mighty Fate's servant like that!" the bat screamed at me.

"Let it go, Meko" I heard a voice say. There wasn't anyone around so, where is the voice coming from?

"Fate?" Buttercup wondered aloud.

"Ah, at least you figure out it was me." The same voice said.

"Where is your voice coming from?" Buttercup asked as she looked around.

"Over here! Please don't tell me that this school made you dumber then you already are!" we turned our attention to the watch around the bat's neck. The watch had a mirror where the clock should be. The mirror had an image of the women I saw last night with Buttercup.

"Listen up," she ordered in the mirror. "Sorry to interrupt your little moment but I have to warn you. It looks like someone saw you guys in here and got the wrong idea."

"What do you mean?" I asked. The bat came close to Buttercup and shook its head, trying to take the watch off. Buttercup slide the watch off the bat and the bat flew back into her backpack.

"Do I have to explain everything to you guys?" Fate yelled in the mirror, frustrated. "You guys don't have much time so I'll get to the point. Princess saw you and Buttercup talking in here, she heard the part about her being a psychopath with too much make up and tight clothes and now she coming." Buttercup placed the mirror watch around her wrist.

"And why are you warning us?" Buttercup asked. A smirk appeared on Fate's face. I have a bad feeling about this.

"I'll let you guys figure that out yourselves." She chuckled and her image in the mirror disappeared.

"I think we should get back to class." I said. Buttercup grabbed her backpack and followed me out the door when I loud 'stomp' noise was heard behind us. We turned around and saw that the nurse's office was destroyed!

"What just happened?" I heard Brick's voice say. I turned my attention to my two friends, Boomer and Brick, who were running towards us.

"I don't know." I replied. Buttercup ran towards the remains of the nurse's office and stopped. She looked up at something. Boomer, Brick and I ran next to her and we quickly discovered what destroyed the nurse's office.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed. What we saw, was a giant robot! A robot! The robot looked a lot like a metal version Princess. That's when I notice the one controlling the robot was Princess! She was in the control room that was in the robot's tiara.

"I warned you, new girl." We heard Princess say though the robot's speakers. "If I can't have Butchikins then no one can!" the robot was about to stomp on us but we ran out of the way before it could.

"Brick, Boomer, get everyone out of the school now!" Buttercup ordered. They nodded and started running through the halls yelling 'everyone, out of the school!' Buttercup and I ran out of the schools as fast as we could; when we were at the gates I remembered i had my motorcycle hidden in the bushes.

"Buttercup!" I called her. She turned around and was shocked to see a motorcycle being pulled out of the bushes. "Hop on, hurry!" as I sat on the motorcycle, I felt Buttercup sit behind me, her arm wrapped around my waist, her cheek pressed against my back. I start up the motorcycle and we were going at full speed. Do you think the police would let me off the hook for going over the speed limit because there was a giant robot chasing me?

"We have to stop that robot!" Buttercup yelled over the roaring of the motorcycle and the stomping noise from behind us.

"Are you insane?" I yelled. "That thing wants to kill us!"

"Princess will keep chasing us and at this rate the gas will run out and we'll be sitting ducks!" she yelled, her short hair whipping the air. "Turn the motorcycle around!"

"No!" I yelled. Has she lost her mind!?

"Butch please," she pleaded. "Trust me!" she whispered in my ear. Trust her? I kept reminding myself all morning not to trust her. Her plan is crazy, and there is a 99 percent chance that we'll get killed by doing this but . . . .

"Damn it!" I murmured as I turn motorcycle around. If we die, I'm holding Buttercup responsible.

"Fate!" she yelled in the mirror watch. "Fate, I kind of need your help at the moment!"

"Yes?" I heard Fate's voice behind me.

"Can you make a ramp appear in front of us?" Buttercup asked. Are you kidding me? How can anyone make a ramp appear!

"Of course," Fate replied. "Meko, you know what to do." The bat jumped out of Buttercup's backpack and flew past us in top speed. The bat suddenly transformed into a huge, black ramp.

"Oh have got to be kidding me!" I yelled; this day just weirder and weirder. "Did you know he could do that?" I asked Buttercup.

"No, I didn't even know he existed until he flew out of my backpack in the nurse's office. Fate must have known we were going to need help so she placed him in there when I wasn't looking." Buttercup said as she begins to take her hat and jewelry off.

"What are you doing?" I asked "don't you need them to weigh you down?" Buttercup didn't answer because we rode up the bat ramp and went up high in the sky. When we were above princess's robot, Buttercup hit her fists together, causing those metal gloves to appear and she jumped off the motorcycle in midair. The weight from the metal gloves dragged her towards the top robot's head.

"Buttercup!" I yelled. I let go off the motorcycle, which was really stupid of me, and I started falling. The bat caught me in midair; his teeth grabbed the back of my shirt.

I looked at buttercup and I saw that her gloves were glowing green. She had a determined look on her face as she falls towards the robots head, which she used to her advantage. Her fist stick out towards the robot and when her glowing, metal-gloved first met the robots head, the whole thing blow up, pieces of metal flew in different directions.

"No!" I heard Princess shriek as she escapes by using an escaped pod. The escape pod took her far away until to the point where I couldn't see or hear her. The bat placed me on the ground and the search for Buttercup began.

"Butch!" Boomer called. "What happened here?" Brick and Brick ran up towards me. I explained what happened as I searched for Buttercup under the remains. Brick and Boomer helped me look for Buttercup but she wasn't anywhere to be found.

"Why could she be?" boomer asked, frustrated.

"Well, I guess she became a real ghost girl after all." Brick commented. Boomer and I glared at him but then a piece of metal suddenly hit Brick aside the head, causing him to fall face first.

"Who are you calling a ghost girl?" Buttercup's voice asked, annoyed.

"Buttercup, where are you?" I called.

"Over here." She said, with a slight whimper. I looked up a tree and saw her dangling upside down by her skirt.

"Ha ha ha ha! What are you doing up there?" Brick asked while laughing his head off. Boomer was literally rolling around the ground laughing. Buttercup was both angry and embarrassed.

"Stop laughing and help me get down!" she practically screamed. I started laughing at the sight of her trying to act tough when she's hanging upside down a tree.

"When I get down from here, you guys better ran!" she threatened, but we only laughed.

"I see that Buttercup helped you with your little princess problem" I heard Fate's voice say. She was standing behind us and that bat was sitting on her shoulder.

"You owe us now." Fate said as a smirk appeared on her face. I growled. I can't believe I'm going to say this but I do owe Buttercup so . . . .

"Fine, I'll help you guys with the whole 'knight' thing." I sighed. Boomer, Brick and Fate cheered.

"That's great and all but can I get a little help here?" Buttercup pleaded. We all laughed as we helped her get down the tree. Who knows? Helping Buttercup could be interesting.

*In some woods far away*

"No!" Princess cried. "Butch is mine! It's not fair! Not fair!" Princess was sitting next to her crashed escape pod when someone in a dark robe came out from behind a tree.

"What is wrong my dear? You look so sad." The cloaked person said. His voice sounded both male and female.

"Somebody took the man I liked away from me!" Princess screamed.

"I can help you get revenge, my dear." The cloaked person said into her ear. "Just listen to me and you'll get your really revenge soon." The cloaked person said with a amused tone dripping from his voice. he grabbed Princess's arm with his hand. His hand was a red claw, a red, crab-like claw. He dragged Princess into the dark woods.

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