Chapter four

My holiday wasn't great…in fact…I truly sucked. Big time. Now quite understandable that I did have my you know what all those months ago, that I was moody and far more girly that I'd truly like to admit but honestly, I thought Butch cared – at least a little bit, about me. School started and I am now a proud eleventh grader even though I am still sixteen but I turn seventeen in a few weeks so it's all good.

Butch has not come for me or gathered me in his arms and explained that he liked me or perhaps loved me and quite dramatically it's tearing me up inside. I've heard rumours that the infamous Butch has gone back to his old ways, you know flirty and being a heart breaker again. I don't understand. I am me, I was a little unpredictable four months ago but seriously, I thought he cared!

I wish I had turned around when he was calling out to me that day instead of being stubborn and hurt. I wish I could talk to him but I am stubborn as I have stated and I am not going to go crawling back. Bubbles said I should revert back to my 'seducing' ways and that Butch would, most probably return in an instant.

'He hates not having what he wants and if he wants you then he sure as hell isn't going to allow another man to have you.' Bubbles can be described as, apart from the usual gossiper; as the girl who knows the how and what when it came to relationships. I don't truly understand how as she's hardly had a boyfriend and seemed to carry platonic relationships with males rather than intimacy but despite it she knew everything and was in most times right about it.

She suggested I bring a date for our big birthday bash and I replied that I'd rather go alone that lead some defenceless guy on. I received an unimpressed look from both my sisters, 'you never cared before…' blah blah blah. Honestly. Apart from those rumours about him 'reverting' to his old ways I also heard he was dating Princess.

It could hardly be a rumour when Miss Richie Rich appeared in magazines and had her hands all over him. It did hurt but not as much as I expected. Butch would be fed up with her soon considering she had to be more annoying than I was. I exited the high school with my school bag slung over my shoulder and my gloved hands fiddling with the keychain hanging from my belt.

It was quite cold for the start of autumn and I dreaded flying home this afternoon. Blossom had work to do on the school newspaper and Bubbles was working on her winter's collection for her textiles class. I was alone this afternoon, not that I minded either way but I was considering joining some extra curricular activity. I couldn't join the sport clubs because they would consider me an unfair object what with the special powers I possess.

"Buttercup!" I glanced at my right and saw with some surprise the guy from the beach and from my history class. Fancy that today was that day where our two schools come together.

He was leaning handsomely against this really cool motorbike. It was Yamaha or something, scarlet and oh so shiny and well kept. I knew nothing about these vehicles but I knew that one had to be expensive and that it was the best of the best. At least I think Yamaha bikes are the best. I don't know these things. I knew only that he was a motocross champion and that from all the state competitions he'd have to be rich or at least the sponsor of some well known brand.

"You called me yea?" I asked nonchalantly but still eyeing the bike appreciatively, it was almost as good eye candy as Brooklyn was.

"Admiring my bike I see," I looked up at him and smirked playfully, just like he was with me.

"Most definitely picks up chicks I see."

"Eh wait until you see my newer bikes," I spluttered and looked incredulously at him, "it's old see by at least a year or two. I won't go into specifics because I highly doubt you're pretty little head could take on all the useless information."

"Quite right I highly doubt my 'pretty little head' would be interested in useless information at the very least take it all in." I rolled my eyes and stood close to him, gazing at him through my lashes.

"You talk big."

"You're enjoying it." I loved this kind of banter it's flirting but still, it's so much fun. Butch and I hardly communicated like this.

"How about I take you home? I have an extra helmet." He grew since I last saw him and he was considerably tall, his hair which used to be collar length was reduced to long spikes and his eyes seemed brighter than ever.

"If you must," I pulled it over my head and waited for him to get on before he helped me up and over.

"I enjoy the thrill of speeding."

"Then speed, I hardly doubt I'd die from a motorbike accident." I held onto him loosely but pressed myself to him and I heard him chuckle before starting the engine. We were on the road suddenly and I watched as the world flew by in many shapes and colours. I'm used to this site from flying but we hardly ever flied so low to the ground.

Everything seemed to slow down for a brief moment when I saw I glimpsed the usual dark green eyes and the casual stance of Butch. I didn't understand why I noticed him during all the blurring of colour but I did and I saw the anger and new found hatred.

I gasped which was undistinguishable from the wind blaring and the quietness that the dulled noise due to the helmet. I let go instinctively and before I realised what happened I was flying backwards off of the bike and away from Brooklyn. Gravity settled and before I could gather my bearings I had created a large crater in the middle of the road. Luckily only one car had been following us and that Brooklyn had decided to take a short cut.

The car and the screams of the patrons inside were ringing in my head. I stared in horror at them and I knew I had to do something like fly up and catch the car but I couldn't move. It was Butch. Butch, I couldn't get him out of my head and I wasn't physically hurt or anything I just couldn't do it.

"Damnit," I heard the voice ringing in my ears but Butch wasn't really anywhere to be seen until he appeared underneath the car and was carrying it away from me and to safety. He didn't even glance back and he didn't even see if I was alright even though I wasn't hurt at all.

Screeching tyres then invaded my mind and I looked up to see Brooklyn at the edge of the crater on all fours calling to me. I raised a hand to show him I was fine and stood up just as soon to brush the rubble off me. I sighed as I picked up my broken key chain and then went about to collect everything that had fallen from my bag.

"I think your father would kill me if you were hurt."

"I can't get hurt easily," I knew I wasn't acting like myself and I knew Brooklyn noticed as well.

"You saw Butch and you let go of me right?" He was in the least an understanding guy but when I flew out of the hole I created he was instantly gushing over me to see if I was alright.

"Something like that."

He sighed and shook his head as I on the swings in the park and he standing behind me, "he won't listen to me if I try and give him advice on how to deal with you. He finds me a threat, an enemy. The only way that you can get him back is for you to go up to him and spell it out for him."

"It's more like me going up to him and just out right punching him."

"That would work," we laughed and I felt him running his fingers through my hair. They were cold and I shivered slightly, "I wanted to see how it felt now that it was short." He mumbled.

"It shouldn't feel any different," I replied softly, my head swaying just a bit. He kissed me lightly not passionately or heated just softly and gently. It was as if he was afraid of breaking me and I sighed involuntarily against him. Before I knew it I was standing and moulded against him, still kissing softly and sweetly. Butch never kissed me like this, I can't remember if he did or if he ever kissed the top of my head but this was different and I loved it entirely.

"A kiss before I lose you completely to the other boy." He whispered against my ear.

"You keep on kissing me like that I hardly doubt you'd lose me at all." I was drunk, definitely drunk on him.

"I'm the contrast from Butch. He's rough and passionate and definitely weary of his feelings towards others. I on the other hand despite my cool disposition am the perfect prince charming that every girl wants."

"Every girl also wants the bad boy," I sat down again on the swing and allowed him to push me.

"But deep down every girl does want to meet her prince charming and unluckily for you…you've found two. I have to be the gentleman and down out of course-"

"Why?" I jumped off the swing from mid air and Brooklyn let out a startled gasp. I guess I understood slightly. I have superpowers and he's entirely understanding but he doesn't like that fact that I put myself in dangerous situations, he panics quite easily as I have just witnessed from jumping.

"I understand you more than others might but I will never understand this part of you, the Powderpuff. I understand that you are near indestructible but I still am prone to getting worried, it's in my nature as a man brought up by the rules."

"That code of conduct every man follows?"

"The code of conduct that every man should follow." Brooklyn walked towards me, "it's hard when it comes to you. No one expects to be courteous to a Powderpuff Girl because you are far more superior and you don't expect anyone to be courteous as well."

"Is that what people think?" I asked feeling amused. If you're wondering how I'm feeling at the current moment, it's called thankful. Someone, not special in human form is able to understand me at least.

"I can't account for all people," he rolled his eyes and then ushered me towards his bike, "do you want me to give you a lift home or are you worried you might fall off again?" He held his helmet under his arm and looked at me kindly, a smile on his face.

"I might fly. I don't want to have to make you cuff me to your abdomen – as nice as that may be- but no, not with my mind else where." I bowed my head slightly and then raised my eyes to his. I saw the playfulness return.

Before he left that evening he kissed me again, more passionately but still so entirely different than Butch ever kissed me or held me. Some how I wish Butch was like Brooklyn although I knew that would never be. Butch would never change; not even to make me happy.

A week later found us Powderpuffs fighting against Mojo Jojo our childhood nemesis, although he is quite inept at trying to dominate the world. Key word is trying and it's quite amazing that he hasn't given up or at least moved states or cities. Honestly. If you can't rule over one state or city try the next one. I wouldn't really wish for it but that's just my logic.

I believe if I were a villain I'd start slowly, plan. Rule over one thing and then try for the bigger goal, it's the road to success or so they say. So here I am floating about the city looking hopelessly bored as Blossom does the usual speech about defending justice and all that crap. I was just itching to get my hands onto something and release all that pent up emotional stuff, the pain, hurt and anger. When I was upon Mojo my hands flew in a series of punches and kicks and I dodged and flew and missed several painful metal balls that flew my way.

I wound up on the ground or in the walls of buildings a fair few times but it only increased my red rage. It took only a few minutes before we allowed me to scurry away. Mojo was their creator. God I hate Mojo for causing me so much pain but at least he lost his 'sons' and Him too, he lost them. The Rowdyruffs were now working for themselves and themselves only. The way they worked was that they only fought or created trouble if it was going serve some merit for them. It's why we haven't had much trouble with them.

"You seem kind of tense Buttercup," Bubbles glanced in her compact mirror and wiped gingerly at the deep cut on her cheek.

"Obviously," I replied none too enthusiastically.

Bubbles sighed and held my hand comfortingly and mentioned I was bleeding profusely from my shoulder and my cheek. "The boys are on our campus today," Blossom glanced at me and slowed down so we could catch up, "maybe...I could confront Brick and ask him what's going on-"

Bubbles gasped and glared heavily, "no way Blossom! Brick would never talk to you about that kind of stuff. Leave it to me." At least it was sweet and romanticist Bubbles than diplomatic Blossom.

Kick off your stilettos oh yeah
Kick off your stilettos
And fuck me in the backseat fa-fa-fa
Fuck me in the backseat
Fer sure maybe fer sure not
Fer sure eh fer sure bomb

This is the end of what we planned of what we planned
And now.

We're not falling in love
We're just falling apart so girl let's dance the night away
This is how the beat goes
This is how the beat goes Just let your body go

This is how the beat drops
This is how the beat drops I wanna see your panties drop girl now
All this time is wasted pretending we're in love
But that's alright cause you know
I love being with you and seeing you cry

The music echoed off the tiled walls, finding myself once again swimming in the pool. I was alone. I told Brooklyn to go home, he wanted to be courteous again and stay with me either to keep me company and keep my mind off Butch or to just watch me swim in my bathing suit. I didn't mind but I preferred to be alone.

I felt a presence behind me and I stopped swimming, floating in the water and listening carefully at the resounding footsteps. I hadn't put the music on loud. The teachers would be on my arse if I played my kind of music loudly. The presence on the other hand was all too familiar and my heart thudded loudly.

"Damnit," I heard the sharp intake of breath and stared into the water at my distorted appearance. I knew it was him, too easily. The foreboding feeling and the involuntary shiver, I hated it.

"Butch," I turned around. The water softly splashed against the outer edge. I saw nothing but his shadow and the door snapping to a shut and I breathed in deeply, turning around before shrieking in frustration. I slapped at the water and once again whirled around to glare at the door.

"I hate him. Truly and deeply."

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Ok, sorry for the veryyyyyy long update. Final year this year not to mention I started this project, I have to finish it and I will. I like where this is going. So when I'm not busy I'll update more often. I'll keep it brief and sorry for not proofreading, I have to get to bed. School sucks.

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