It was a usual evening in our family abode.

Brick was cooking dinner, Boomer was being reading a comic book, and I was reading my homework for Lit class.

The Great Gatsby

So far it was a good book, I mean, it's considered a classic, so it's has to be good. So far this Nick character who acts as the narrator of the story describes the detailed experience that is his short friendship with Jay Gatsby. It is mostly about Gatsby and his affair with his old lover Daisy.

Nick seems like a dude who is goes with the flow, even when the flow is obviously going to a fucking 100 ft waterfall drop.

Daisy is sort of...well...the narrator describes her as this perfect beautiful being. Which is kinda fucked up, like no one should be expected to be perfect being. Lord, they make her sound more like a prize than a person.

Ugh…

Dumb homework.

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"Man, why does Buttercup exercise? Isn't she a superhero?" I heard some dumb jocks (well, I actually don't know them but they never say anything particular significant).

I was leaning on a pole near the bleachers, waiting for another customer.

These kids and their drugs…

Anyway, I looked out to see Buttercup running around the track, working up a sweat...I guess they don't really run that often…

"H-hey B-butch?" I heard a shaky voice call me out.

I turned to find my customer...going through some serious withdrawals. Ugh...it's like these kids don't know the slippery slope that is drugs.

"Did you use all the stuff I gave you last time all at once?"

He nodded his head, twitching about.

"What did I tell you?" I raised my eyebrow.

"T-to use it s-sparingly…" he looked down.

"This is your second strike bro, another one and you lose all drug business from around this area." I might be a drug dealer, but I at least want to make sure my clients are responsible.

"Now, let me see your grade sheet."

I don't sell them unless they make above a C grade average and have no F's. And those who make good grades get great deals from me. I think education is actually important, I try my best to keep my grades at B grade average.

He handed me his paper and I started to review his grades.

"You have a D in history?" I glared at him.

"I-I'll get it up! I promise!" He begged.

Man... he really needed a fix.

"Okay, how about I make you a deal, go to after school study group for at least a half an hour and I'll give you the stuff." I took out the little pouch, "But, if you don't go, there will be severe consequences."

He vigorously nodded his head as I handed him the pouch. I waved him off as he scurried away.

"Man, I don't know dude, I think Bubbles has the best body…" I heard those dumb jokes babble.

Great, now I get to hear them drool over the Puffs.

"But damn, look at Buttercups ass-OW!" The man was struck with a clump of dirt that may or may not have been thrown from my hand.

"Who did that?!" He glared.

I was already walking away, whistling mindlessly.

Dumb jocks.

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"My book report is on how Gatsby is a fucking psycho." I deadpanned the class and my teacher nervously fidgeted.

"A-ah good Butch, please share...and keep the language appropriate…"

I saw Brick glare at me, ugh.

"Okay so...Gatsby is like cool and all, getting away with crime and stuff and having wild parties. That cool. But what isn't cool is dehumanizing someone into your perfect idea of what they should be."

Brick smiled, his little baby was growing up.

"Sure, Daisy wasn't exactly innocent in this story but Jesus Christ, Gatsby was so focused on recreating the past that he didn't even pay attention to how Daisy actually felt or reacted. And no one in the book actually treated her like a person. But I think the view is made corrupt because the author always had a turmoil relationship with their lover. So yeah, Gatsby is a psycho."

The class looked around awkwardly before clapping, right away Brick stood up and started cheering and clapping loud. Like some sort of soccer mom…

"You did amazing Butch!" Brick yelled, loud and proud.

"U-Uh thank you, Butch…Now let's have…" I tuned out the drawl of my teachers voice.

The rest of the class was pretty boring.

Dumb school.

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"We need to get jobs…" Brick was going on about our money issues now that his sugar mommy dropped him.

I was listlessly looking in the shop windows when I saw my favorite person. I immediately ran in.

"Excuse me, miss?" I gave a toothy grin seeing Buttercup look at my way in disgust.

"What in the hell do you want?" She glowered, obviously not in the mood for my bullshit.

But like, my bullshit is non-conforming.

She doesn't have a choice.

"I was just wondering what you were doing, wearing an apron in a sushi restaurant with the restaurant's logo? Almost like-?"

"I work here, dumbass." She turned around and started piling dishes in her bin.

Then her boss came out, oh wait, I think he was the self-proclaimed samurai, Jack.

To think a samurai in this day and age making sushi, what is this, Kill Bill?

Wait a second...

Buttercup instantly froze as her face turned red- Oh!

OH SNAP!

SHE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM!

LMAO IS THIS SOME SORT OF SHITTY SHOUJO MANGA?!

(Not that I read shoujo...maybe...a little…)

"Buttercup, are you almost finished with the dishes?" His voice was sharp and articulate and dreamy and hella smooth.

Damn, I can understand why she would like this dude, voice is as smooth as butter.

"Ah! Hello my good sir, my, your eyes remind me of the emeralds of the brightest treasures."

Woah. No one has ever talked to me like that.

Like.

Dude...

"Why thank you…" I replied, surprised that such a majestic creature existed.

Then a genius idea struck me.

"Um good sir? Do you by any chance have a job opening?"

Jack brightened and Buttercup looked devastated at the mere thought.

"Why yes, we would be lucky to have such a reliable charming man."

Oh my god.

I wanna fuck this guy...no homo...but damn, that was the smoothest thing anyone has ever said to me.

He was smoother than butter.

Smoother than a smoothie.

I was too busy being entranced by the man that I didn't see Buttercup silently fuming.

"Fantastic, I'll go get the paperwork." He smiled as he left.

I gave Buttercup a smug look.

All she could do is glare at me.

Let's be honest, we both want to fuck the dude, she knows how sexy I am.

Obviously I am a threat on her turf.

"So, is it just me, or is he like...the sexiest man in this town?" I laughed, seeing her face turn fifty shades redder.

She threw her wash towel at me and stomped away.

"Don't be mad cause he likes me!" I teased.

There is just something about seeing her puffed red cheeks that just beg to be teased.

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Short story for the in betweens