Chapter Four: When Hell Freezes Over

Butch's POV

I couldn't believe that stupid Mitch ruined everything, when I was finally getting somewhere with Buttercup. I was on I mission now. She was going to be my girlfriend if it was the last thing I did. I was just afraid that now she hated me.

God, I was getting pathetic. Why was I worrying so much about one girl, one incredibly hot girl? At least I wasn't the only one she was mad at. I told myself that it wouldn't be long before she forgave me. I don't think she was really that mad to begin with.

I walked into the apartment my brothers and I shared. Boomer was out on the couch, while Brick was sleeping on the cot on the floor. It wasn't even one in the morning. God, they were so lame, but I was getting tired too, after beating the crap out of that ass Mitch. Well, there was always tomorrow, I thought. I would get her to talk to me.

I called her again, but all I got was her voice mail. I hung up the phone and went into the bedroom. Damn, this place is a mess. I lay down on the mattress that was on the floor. I thought about what Buttercup would think of this place. She would hate it. I saw the place she lived in. She deserved the best. This place wasn't it.

When I saw Mitch in the park trying to force himself on her, that sent a rage in me. He deserved a beating for that alone. It would never be that way for me and her. She'll know what it's like to be treated like a lady, not some horny teenager's play thing.

When I closed my eyes that night all I could do was dream of her.

"Hey, Butch," I heard my brother Brick scream at me from the doorway. "We're gonna be late for school."

I shot awake knowing I couldn't miss school. I looked at me phone, hoping I had gotten a call from Buttercup, but no such luck. I groaned and staggered to my feet and entered the bathroom.

I changed clothes and entered the small kitchen. Boomer had a lukewarm omelet waiting for me. There was no time to heat it up, so I just shoved it in my mouth and headed out the door.

I dragged my school bag and headed out the door with my brothers close behind me. My brothers took their old run down car we bought for practically nothing, while I took my motorcycle. My bike was my baby, and they knew better than to put a single print on it.

I road to school that day thinking of nothing but Buttercup, that girl had taken over me life, and I only met her yesterday. I was either sick, horny or in love, maybe all three. That's what it was.

I entered the school building ten minutes before class started. When I entered homeroom, Buttercup was nowhere to be found. Damn, I really wanted to talk to her. I sat down in the back and put my feet up on the seat next to me. If and when she came in I would make sure she had to sit in that seat. I looked around to see all the other seats were taken. Sure enough she was one of the last students to enter. She saw me in the back and tried not to look at me.

I saw her looking around, and I think she realized that there was no other seats available. Great. "BC," I called over to her. Finally she looked at me. She came up to my desk. "Saved you a seat."

She said nothing to me, as she sat down. I threw her an intense stare, but she just looked away from me. She was nervous, and I did that to her. Good job, Butch.

"Hey, Buttercup," I said, trying to get her attention. I touched her hand, which made her jump. "Are you gonna stay mad at me?"

Finally, she looked over at me. "I'm not mad... not really." I scooted my desk closer to her. "What are you doing?"

"Hey, just trying to get close to you," I said. I started to caress her hand. I could see the goose bumps on her arm. "I'm glad you're not mad at me."

I came closer to her and as she turned her head as our lips almost touched. "Stop it, Butch," she whispered. "People are staring."

"Let 'em," I said. With the palm of my hand I traveled up her arm, but she pushed my hand away. "You really care what people think?"

"No," she said. "But it's just not the place."

"Okay, then have lunch with me, just the two of us."

"If I do, will you stop?"

"Sure, BC, whatever you want," I said, and smiled slyly at her.

"Okay," she said, as our teacher settled down the class. We didn't speak for the rest of the class, but as soon as the bell rang. She tried to get away, but I wasn't going to make it that easy. "Buttercup, why are you in such a hurry?"

"I have to get to class," she said gathering her things.

"Oh, come on, you're not in that big a hurry." I put my hands over her books, so she couldn't pick them up. "You're not going to stand me up, are you?"

"No, I won't," she said, but I didn't believe her. "I promise."

Oh, god, that did it. I couldn't help but believe her now. "Okay, I'll see you later."

I stared at her the entire way out, and she was looking at me too. I couldn't wait for lunchtime.

Buttercup's POV

"Okay, what's up, BC," Holly asked me. "Is there something going on with you and Butch?"

"I don't know," I said. I couldn't tell her the truth. After what happened last night, I didn't even know.

"So what about Mitch?" Holly asked. "Aren't you two still going together?"

"I broke up with him," I said. I really didn't want to talk to her about this.

"What!" she shouted. "When did this all happen?" We entered the classroom together and sat down in our seats. "And why?"

"Because I realized that he doesn't care about me. He acts like I'm his possession or something."

"Wow! This is big," Holly said. "I never thought you and Mitch..."

"Holly, please, I don't want to talk about it," I said, snapping at her. She had a hurt look on her face. "Holly, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take it out on you."

"That's okay," she said, "but what about you and Butch? I guess that why you wouldn't fix me up with him."

"He's not you're type," I said.

"But he's yours, besides I'm going out with Devon."

"As of when?" I asked.

"You missed it last night at the dance club. Devon caught Kali making out with Trevor, so he broke up with her in front of everybody. We started talking, and now we're going out."

"You work fast," I said.

"Well, not as fast as you," she said. I scowled at her, but she was right. Suddenly I couldn't wait until lunch time. The morning seemed to go slow, but finally the bell rang. It was a good thing, because my stomach was growling.

As I walked down to the cafeteria, I ran into Mitch. I groaned and tried to walk passed him. "Damn it, Mitch, what do you want?"

"I need to talk to you," he said, looking insistent. "Can we have lunch together?"

"No, Mitch, I'm busy," I said.

"You're going to go be with him, aren't you?" Mitch looked angry, but I didn't care. We were over as far as I was concerned.

"That's none of your business," I said. I attempted to move passed him, but he grabbed my arm. I snatched it away, but he grabbed me and threw me up again the wall. I felt a sharp pain in my back, but it passed through me soon enough.

"I'm not going to let my girl have lunch with someone else," he said angrily. "You want the whole school to laugh at me?"

I pushed Mitch away from me, seeing for the first time how incredibly pathetic he was. "God, Mitch, all you think about is yourself. Butch was right. You are a loser."

He grabbed me again. "Is that what you think, Buttercup?" I refused to answer him. He was about to slap me, but I easily blocked his hand. "You're going to regret this."

"Just shut the hell up and get away from me," I shouted, pushing him away from me. "Get it through your head. We are through." I walked off down the hall into the lunch room. I brought my lunch that day and looked around and saw that Butch was waiting for me. He waved up his hand, and I walked over to the table and sat down next to him.

"You remembered," he said. He looked surprised but happy to see me.

"I did promise," I said. I looked away for a moment, thinking about my confrontation with Mitch.

"Something wrong?" Butch asked me.

"No, I..." He put his hand on my back and jerked away in pain.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said, but I was lying. There was still a pain in my back, but it wasn't that bad.

I saw Phyllis come up to our table. "Hey, BC, what up with you and Mitch? I saw what happened out in the hall."

"What was that?" Butch asked, looking over at me, but I wasn't saying anything.

"They were having quite a fight," Phyllis continued. Damn it, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"Buttercup, what happened?" Butch asked me.

"Nothing," I finally said, but I could see that he knew I wasn't telling the truth. "Okay, he confronted me in the hall."

"What did he do?" he asked. I didn't say anything. How was I supposed to tell him? I didn't have to, because Phyllis had the biggest mouth in the school.

"He only slammed her against a wall," Phyllis said, like it was no big deal. "And to think I had a crush on him." She walked off, which was too bad because I wanted to kill her.

"Buttercup, why didn't you tell me?" Butch shouted at me.

"Because of what you did last night," I said, getting defensive. I was holding back the tears. I didn't want to cry in front of him. It would only make things worse. "Don't get into a fight with Mitch. It really was no big deal."

"He hurt you, Buttercup. I can see it in your eyes."

"I'm fine," I said, starting to stand up, but I felt another sharp pain.

"See," he said, coming to me and helping me to sit back down. "First, I'm taking you to the nurse's office, and then I'm going to kill him."

"Over my dead body," I yelled. "I told you I'm fine." But I wasn't. I stood up again and tried to walk away, but the pain returned and I cried out. I slumped over on the table, but Butch caught me before I was able to fall.

"Come here," he said and helped me sit down again. I felt better after a few minutes. "Can you stand now?"

"I think so," I said. Butch helped me to my feet.

"Good," he said. "Because we're going to the nurse's office."

"Butch I'm fine," I demanded. "I don't need..."

"Don't argue with me," he insisted. It didn't look like I was going to win this argument, so I just leaned on him the entire way. My back was really starting to hurt now, and I hated having him see me in such a vulnerable state.

We finally reached the nurse's office, and part of me was glad. I just wanted something to make the pain stop.

"Hey!" Butch called out. He was so commanding at that moment. "She's hurt."

"Sit right down here, Miss Utonium" the nurse said. She knew who I was, since I was often sent here at least once a week for some reason or other. I was grateful to sit down. It didn't hurt as much then. "So where does it hurt?"

"My lower back," I said, trying not the cry. She lifted up my shirt and gasped.

"Oh, dear, that's a nasty bruise," she said. "How did this happen?"

"That dick, Mitch Mitchelson," Butch said furious. "He slammed her against a wall."

"Is that true?" the nurse asked.

"Yeah," I said. "We were having an argument, and he... ahhh." This time I did cry out.

The nurse picked up the phone and dialed a number. She turned back to us a few minutes later. "I called for your sisters, Miss Utominum, and your father will be here soon."

Butch helped me to lie down on the table. I was on my side, so it didn't hurt so bad. He stroked my hair and tried to comfort me.

Soon my sisters came in. Bubbles was hysterical, while Blossom just looked worried.

"Oh, my god, Buttercup, what happened?" Bubbles said. She looked over at Butch. "Did you something to her?"

"No, it wasn't him," I said.

"It was that damned Mitch," Butch said. He balled up his fists. I had never seen him that angry.

"Mitch?" Blossom said, questioningly. "Why would he...?"

"Because he's an asshole," Butch shouted. He looked over at Blossom. "Could you two take care of her? I got something to do."

"Butch, don't!" I yelled. It was too much, because I yelped in pain. He had already left. I attempted to sit up. I only made it halfway, when Blossom tried to get me to lie down again. "Blossom, please, you've got to do something."

"What's going on?" Blossom asked.

"Get Butch's brothers. I'm afraid he's going to do something stupid."

"Like what?" Bubbles asked.

"Like kill Mitch. He already got into a fight with him last night, and after what happened today..."

"Don't worry, Buttercup," Blossom said. "I'll take care of it."

Blossom left the room, but I was still worried. I didn't want Butch getting in trouble just because of me. This was all Phyllis' fault. Why did she have to open her big mouth? I felt so helpless. How I wished this had never happened.

Okay, the end of another chapter. So, how was it? Next chapter, Butch has a confrontation with Mitch. Is someone going to die? Be here next time to find out. Remember to review and see you next time.