Buttercup stormed down the hallway. I can't believe she was able to pull such a dramatic scene like that, she thought as she made her way to her locker to get her gym stuff because her other class was almost over.

She made us have to plan the whole entire dance, she angrily opened her locker and grabbed a dark green bag. Suddenly she heard her name being called. "Buttercup!" they said. She turned around to a familiar face.

She immediently turned back to her locker and slammed it, sending echoes throughout the empty halls. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Does it look like I'm okay?!" she screamed at them, sending more echoes throughout the halls. "That son of a bitch just set us up to plan a whole entire dance. Do I look like 'dance planning' material to you?" she hosted the bag in her shoulders and began walking to the gym. Butch followed her.

"I've never seen you this angry before,"

"Oh for real? That girl crossed the line and I swear I will rip her head off!"

"The violent type of angry?"

"Nah...right now I'm so peaceful I wouldn't hurt a fly," then a bug flew in her face and she swung her fist at it, crushing it between the locker and her hand, almost putting a dent in the locker. Butch jumped and his eyes got wide. Then she sighed. "She is so extra its ridiculous,"

"You know I was there right?"

"I'm not in the fucking mood,"

"What will happen if I keep going?"

Buttercup pointed at the bug on the locker. "Then that will be you if you don't shut the fuck up,"

"Ight then. By the way, that fly didn't do a damn thing to you,"

"That's what happens she nature gets involved in my rage,"

"Don't take it out on nature,"

"I can't promise that. So sorry," at that moment the bell rang and everyone began walking out of their classrooms. "At least take it our on a tree or something,"

"I thought you said don't take it out on nature,"

"Your confusing me,"

"Am I?"

"Nah I might be confusing myself,"

"So simple minded,"

"I get it from you-" Buttercup punched him in the arm. He held it tight. "Worth it," he said and smirked. Buttercup rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. "I bring out the best in you,'

"Actually the complete opposite,"

"Then why are you smiling?" Buttercup rolled her eyes again and still kept the smile on her face. Butch chuckled. "You love me,"

"How do you know that?"

"I just know,"

"Your full of yourself,"

"You love me,"

"Sure, whatever you say,"

"Just know that I love you too, kay" then he winked at her. Buttercup froze for second, then rolled her eyes. "Just go get your shit together," she said. "I'll meet you at the gym," Butch told her and winked at her one last time before running off to his locker.

Buttercup shook her head and began walking to the gym. After that, Buttercup couldn't get her mind off of it. Did he really just say that he loves me? she thought as she pushed through the crowd of kids coming the opposite direction.

"Buttercup, wait up!" she heard someone's voice her from behind. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to see Brute running toward her with a gym bag. "Hey Brute," she said and began walking again, still thinking about Butch.

Brute caught up to her and they walked to the gym together. "What happened?" she asked. Buttercup didn't answer her right away. Brute snapped her fingers in her face. "Hello?"

"What?"

"What happened?"

"Oh, right. Dr. Pederson is making me, Morbucks, and...Butch plan the whole entire dance,"

"You hesitated,"

"What?"

"You hesitated on saying Butch's name,"

"No I didn't,"

"Yes you did,"

"Did I?"

"Yes...you did,"

"Did I?"

"Did you?"

"Did I do what?"

"I don't know...what did you do?"

"What did I do?"

"Wait...what just happened?"

"We were talking about what happened in class,"

"Oh yeah...what happened again?"

"Dr. Pederson is making me, Morbucks, and Butch plan the whole dance,"

"WHAT?! That's not even fair! You nor Butch did anything wrong,"

"Technically, I did do something wrong. I cussed in front of a teacher,"

"Okay, and? They act like they don't do it themselves, see watch me...YO TEACH!" she called out to a teacher that was walking toward them. They looked up and she shot a bird at them and said, "Fuck you, bitch!"

The teacher just glared at her, then she shook her head and continued walking. "See," she said. They arrived at the gym and they were the only students in there. "Hey, what are you kids doing in her so early?" the coach asked while walking up to them.

"The principle needed us at the end of our class,"

"He needed you for that long?"

"Uh...we are apart of the group that's planning the dance,"

"Yeah. He just wanted to make sure we got all the plans right," the coach glared at them hard. Then he shrugged. "What do I care," he said and walked away. "All I ever get to do is shaperon anyway," he whispered angrily.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing! Go get dressed!" He stormed off. Buttercup and Brute began making their way to the ladies locker room. When they got there, Buttercup plucked her nose. "Ew, gross! It always smells like shit in here," she commented.

"That stupid janitor doesn't do his job,"

"No shit, literally," they opened their lockers and opened the I bags. Then they began changing. They've gotten pretty used to changing in front to each other. The first time was a little awkward considering that there were other girls in there with them.

Brute would sometimes compliment her muscles when she took her shirt off and even ask for tips on how to get her abs.

"Half of the girls in this school don't even know how to wash they ass,"

"Oh please. Like they even have asses,"

"True dat," then they fist bumped and laughed. After they finished putting on their clothes they began walking out the room. Brute was wearing a short plain white shirt with green shorts. Buttercup was wearing a black crop top with black basketball shorts.

As they were walking out, they began to see people walk in. Buttercup spotted Butch coming and and when he looked at her, she looked away from him as quickly as she can. Then she began putting her hair in a messy mid ponytail.

Brute attempted to put her hair in a ponytail, but since it was so short she just left it down. Brute looked over at the door and saw Blake walk in. When he looked at her, she immediently turned back around, blushing.

"Buttercup, what am I going to do?"

"About what?" Brute pointed behind her and Buttercup looked. She was pointing at a group of boys with Blake in the middle, talking and laughing while they were walking to the locker room. "Oh, that,"

"I shouldn't have told him that I was going to the dance alone,"

"Why did you tell him that, anyways?"

"Because I didn't think that he would actually ask me. No one ever does," at that moment Buttercup thought about that Butch had texted her this morning. Her eyes got wide and a wicked smirk appeared across her face. "Are you okay?" Brute asked, concerned

"Never better," They walked into the work out room where they usually do their warm ups. Buttercup would go to the boxing bag and Brute would run full speed on the treadmill for ten minutes. Buttercup made her way over to the boxing bag and began punching it with little strength.

Brute likes Blake. Blake likes Brute. Blake wants to ask Brute to the dance. Brute said she is going alone. How is this going to work out? she thought as she gain strength while punching the boxing bag. Maybe Butch can help me...suddenly her mind wondered over to when they were in the hallway.

"Just know that I love you too, kay," Why would he say that? she thought as she started gaining more strength and began kicking the boxing bag. No one has ever told me that they loved me before. It gives me this feeling of...warmth and...being wanted. she began doing combos of punching and kicking, moving the bag.

What is he doing to me? I've never felt this way before...but, I can't fall in love, and I won't. I can't afford it. I don't want to become like- Suddenly she felt someone on her shoulder. She turned around to a familiar face. "Keep kicking it like that your going to break it," they said and smiled at her.

Butch was wearing a dark blue to black t-shirt and dark blue to black basketball shorts. She looked at the bag and saw that it was moving back and forth. She stopped it and looked at Butch. "When did you get in here?" she asked.

"Just now. I saw that you were about to break the boxing bag and I wasn't gonna let that happen until I use it first," he walked past her and began punching the bag. Seeing him work out made Buttercup feel hot. She shook it off. "Hey Butch, help me out with something,"

Butch stopped punching the bag and looked at her. "Okay. With what?" Buttercup pointed at Brute. "That," then she pointed at Blake. "And that,"

"Ah. So, you gotta plan?"

"That's what I need your help with,"

"Do I get anything in return?" he asked with a smirk and moved closer to her.

"What is your idea of a reward?"

"Nothing. Something small...like a kiss?" he winked at her and kept the smirk on his face. Buttercup rolled her eyes then got closer to him. Then she smirked. "We will see at the dance, okay?" then she flicked his nose with her finger and smiled that innocent smile.

Butch stared at her in shock. Then he covered his face with his arm. Buttercup stopped smiling and started at him in concern. "Hey, you okay?" she asked. "Y-yeah. I'm fine," he replied. Did he just...stutter?

He removed his hand and changed his face. "So, what's your plan?"

"...Huh-oh right. I don't know yet?"

"Typical,"

"Shut up,"

"Guess we will just have to wing it,"

"Sure," then the coach busted into the work out room. "ALRIGHT, MAGITS! OUTSIDE NOW!" everyone began running out to the front of the gym. "Legs go," Butch said and began running out front too. Buttercup followed behind him, staring at him.

She's never seen him like that before. Unable to have a comback to whatever she said. And she has never seen him look like that. Dumbfounded. She she could have swore she saw pink on his cheeks.


"COACH! Can we stop now? My legs are getting tired," Blossom pleaded as she struggled to keep up.

"No! You stop when I say so,"

"Then can you say so? Because I'm about to die-"

"No! Die another time! Keep going!" Blossom looked at him with a confused face but then gave up and sighed. The coach is making them run around the track until he says stop. "I hate gym," she mumbled under her breath. Suddenly, she was swept off of her feet.

"What the- BRICK!"

"Just enjoy the ride, sweathart," he said and took off running with Blossom in his arms. Buttercup shook her head. Those two need to get their relationship checked out, she thought as she jogged around the track with Brute, Blake, and Butch.

Blake and Brute were jogging together, talking away like they aren't tensing up inside just by being near each other. Buttercup studied them carefully. She didn't see not one shade of punk on either of ghir cheeks. They seem to be having a pleasant conversation.

"I know their both heating up inside," Buttercup commented as she continued to study them.

"They make things so difficult,"

"They just need to kiss already. Damn,"

"How is this gonna work?"

"We better cone up with something...or-" she stopped in mid sentence because she spotted a boy that was ahea of her dragging his feet. He had brown hair and black eyes and freckles. "Hey...I'll be right back,"

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry about it. I'll be back asap,"

"Where you going asap? You better be back asap. We need to plan this before the dance," Buttercup rolled her eyes and sped up. She stopped right next to that boy. "Hey Mitch," she greeted. He didn't reply back. "Hello?" then he looked up at her.

"Huh...oh...sorry...hey...Buttercup," he sounded really sad and down. "You okay, buddy? You don't seem like yourself right now,"

"No, no, I'm fine...see," then forced and big smile, but Buttercup wasn't falling for it. The smile quickly faded and he hung his head again. "You can tell me. Its okay," Buttercup comforted. Mitch looked up at her and into her emerald orbs. They were calm and warming be couldn't look away from them.

Then he shook it off and sighed. "Okay," he started. Buttercup began to listen. "I just...I just really wanted to...take Robin to the dance, but..." be hung his head again.

"I'm really sorry, Mitch,"

"Thank you for that, but I don't blame him. She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She's smart, talented, has the body of a-"

"Whoa, I don't need to know all of that, buddy,"

"Right, sorry...it was just my once chance to tell her how I feel,"

"Uh...look, I'm not very good at these kinds of things, but just know that you are once of the smartest, talented, and cute boy I have ever met," Mitch looked up at her. "And it Robin can't see that, then she is missing out,"

Mitch's spirited brightened and it made Buttercup smile. There was also a little bit of pink on his cheeks. "Hey, Buttercup, thanks for making me feel better,"

"Anytime,"

"And since you said all those things about me...,"

"...Yeah?"

"Will you go to the dance with me?"