Chapter 6
Thunder boomed loudly, and I flinched from the sound of it. I liked the rain , honestly, it was the thunder that scared me more than anything. In this kind of weather I'd normally be in Blossom's room, knowing she didn't mind the company.
Go home, my mind told me. Of course it would be the smart thing to do, but going home now just seemed like a bad idea. I definitely was not in the mood to speak to anyone at home about what happened. Going home was not an option..at least not now.
I flew around, trying to find a suitable place to take shelter from the rain when something grabbed my ankle, and I jolted, about to kick out.
"Calm down", Butch's deep voice reached my ears, "It's just me".
I didn't turn around, "That's even more reason for me to not be calm. Didn't you say i'd regret it the next time I saw you?"
"I said you'd regret it if you were in my way." He said simply, "Right now you're not".
Looking up, I watched the dark gray clouds and my eyes began to blur from the rain.
"Let's go."
Finally, I turned around. Butch was just as soaked as I was, black shirt plastered against his skin. His hand ran through his hair, wet locks moving back easily. I was focused on his eyes. There was an intensity I've never seen him have before, and I was tempted to look away. Because the look was laced with understanding. Not pity, but empathy.
I had so many questions. Why was he helping me? Why did he continue to be so nice (well, nice for him) to me? And why did he even try to understand me at all? I only voiced one question,
"Where?"
When Butch had told me he and his brothers had a place near the edge of Townsville, I did not expect it to be so nice. It was a decent sized house, big enough for a medium sized family. The boys even had nice taste in furniture, none of the colors clashed or looked tacky at all.
Out loud, I wondered how they were able to afford it all.
"We don't do all our business in Townsville", he said mysteriously.
"Where are your brothers?" I questioned, not even bothering to ask what "business" he was talking about. Not that he'd tell me if it was illegal, which, from his past endeavours in Townsville I was positive it was.
I continued my exploration of the house, noting how clean it was. It didn't look like anyone lived here at all. Weren't teenaged boys supposed to be messy?
"Not here", Butch answered, and I turned back to him,
"What-" I stopped as Butch began to pull his shirt over his head, "W-What are you doing?!"
Butch glanced over, "I dont know about you baby, but I don't like wearing wet clothes". I blushed when I saw his eyes on my figure.
He left and came back with some sweats and a t shirt, and I tried to ignore the way his jeans hung low on his hips, v-cut leading up to a very defined eight pack. I quickly averted my gaze once I caught his stare.
His voice was husky, "So I'm not the only one looking, huh?"
I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide away forever. A Rowdyruff boy just caught me checking him out. Then again, the direction I seemed to be headed, it probably wasn't number one on the list of things I've done wrong.
I glared, "I wasn't looking. " Taking the clothes from him, I walked away to head towards the bathroom.
I was roughly pushed up against the wall, feeling Butch press himself close to me. His face was inches away from my own, and I avoided his eyes, knowing I got lost too easily in them. I made stupid choices when I looked in his eyes. Heck, I
made stupid choices just by talking to him.
Takin in his smell and having him this close made me feel like another bad choice was imminent.
"Get off", I ordered, wondering how I could feel so scared and so comfortable at the same time. I wanted to run away and in he back of my mind I knew I could easily push him back and leave. He wasn't using any force. He could, but he wasn't. He was waiting for me. As I he knew somethin I didn't.
"Something's started Bubbles, and it's all your fault," he told me, smoothing down my wet hair.
I thought of my sisters, the Professor, how disappointed they would be if they knew about this. If they knew just how close I've let a ruff get to me. I had to go. If something was starting, I had to end it. Now.
I pushed hard on Butchs' shoulders flying out of the house as fast as I could.
Whatever this was, it was over.