When she starts cussing at you, kiss her and tell her you love her

"Hey Butch?" a half asleep Butch looks up from his desk at the sound of his name. He looks toward Buttercup lazily, resting his head in his palm,

"Yeah?"

"Fuck you." She hisses, glaring a hole straight into his head. Butch continues to look at her, unfazed by her gaze. He allows himself a smirk as her words register through his brain,

"Would you? Please, Butterbutt?" he teases, loving how her expression gets darker, her eyes becoming narrower.

"I hate you, Butch," she growls turning away from him in her seat. He frowns,

"Come on now, 'hate' is a strong word, Buttercakes," he whispers, still in a teasing tone.

"Shut up." He grins at her infuriated tone, sitting up in his chair to lean closer to her. Hot air finds its way onto Buttercup's neck and she shifts uncomfortably at the feeling.

"Come on, Butters, detention is boring without someone to talk too," he whispers dangerously close to her ear. She scowls,

"It's your fucking fault we're here in the first place, idiot." She huffs, crossing her arms and sinking into her seat. Butch grins thinking back to earlier today, it was all that Mitch's fault. He's the one that talked to Buttercup, flirted with her, asked her out. Butch couldn't let that guy waltz in there and take his girl. Buttercup is his girl, his property, she belongs to him. Though, he had yet to inform her of that…

Anyway, it was obviously Mitch's fault. He asked for that punch to the face. Of course, Buttercup just had to get involved, she had to punch Butch in the gut causing the fight to become one between the two of them instead of between him and Mitch. He laughs in spite of himself, at least Buttercup never got to answer Mitch and now, her and Butch were going to be spending a lot of time together. Everyday after school for three hours, for two months to be exact.

He smiles as she sighs, looking to the clock.

"Damn it," she mutters, seeing as how it hasn't even been one hour out of three she has to endure. Her phone vibrates and she digs it out of her pocket. An alert tells her she's got a text from Mitch, she smiles. She was so excited when he asked her out, not that she'd ever admit that, but she never got the chance to answer. Stupid Butch had to ruin everything with that random punch to poor Mitch's face. She opens the text and reads it slowly.

Hey BC, about today…

The butterflies in her stomach grow, flying high as she smiles brightly.

I'm sorry. That was just a dare. I don't really want to go out with you, Elmer made me do it! I swear! And what I said about you looking pretty and stuff…

The butterflies rapidly die, her smile disappearing. She reads the last line again, holding on to some hope that he at least, at least, thought she was pretty.

That was part of the dare too. I didn't mean any of it, none of it, BC, I swear. I'd never date you, I mean….yeah …So… We cool? How's detention? Is Butch a pain in the ass or what?

Aw, FUCK NO! Mitch is suck a dick! Buttercup growls, nearly crushing her phone in her palm. Whatever, stupid, shitty, girly emotions really aren't her thing anyway. She shoves her phone back in her pocket, trying to forget the whole thing happened in the first place.

"Hey, who was that?" she hears Butch ask from behind her. She grinds her teeth,

"Why do you care?" she asks darkly, shifting in her seat to glare at him. He looks up into her green eyes, his head resting on his forearms on the desk.

"I don't know, it seems to have made you upset," he answers impassively. She sighs, clenching her jaw almost painfully tight,

"It was Mitch." Butch inwardly groans, him again? Can't Mitch leave his girl alone! Did that punch to the face do nothing to him?

"What did he want?" Butch asks somewhat calmly, despite the raging beast inside of him wanting to tear Mitch apart limb by limb. To his surprise Buttercup scoffs,

"All that dick had to tell me was that this entire morning, all of it from the flirting to the asking me out, was all part of a dare. He didn't mean any of it. He doesn't like me like that. He sure as hell doesn't want me like that," she mutters keeping her head low. Butch clenches his fists, Mitch was so getting more than a punch later. She looks into his eyes again and Butch immediately clams, flattening his hands on the desk.

"And now," she whispers, "I have to spend two weeks in detention…FOR A STUPID DARE!" Butch flinches slightly as she yells a little too close to his ears. He smirks at her as she glares at him dangerously,

"Yeah, Mitch is a dick," he agrees, pinning Mitch with all the blame for their punishment. Buttercup slams her hands on Butch's desk,

"IT'S NOT HIS FAULT YOU IDIOT! IT'S YOURS! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE?" she yells getting closer to his face in intimidation.

"I don't know… WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO PUNCH ME BACK?" he counters.

"UGH! YOU SHIT-HEAD! Don't you get it? Do you know how pissed the Professor is going to be when he finds out? Do you know how much shit I'm going to get in because of this fucking dare? WHY THE HELL DID YOU PUNCH HIM? God I really hate you sometimes!" she explains watching him as he sits straight in his seat.

"Don't say that," he mutters softly.

"I can say whatever I want, dip shit! DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! God damn it! I HATE YOU! You got me into all of this shit! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, MOTHER FUCK-" She's cut off as Butch pulls her lips to his. She puts her hands on his face, trying to push her away, but his hands hold her head still. Buttercup eventually gives in, kissing him back softly as his hands comb through her hair.

Finally he pulls away, biting her bottom lips softly his head retreats from hers. Panting heavily, she says nothing as he brushes his lips against her cheek.

"I love you," he whispers the confession so softly she's hardly sure she heard it. Her eyes snap back to his as realization hit her. Duh, he liked her. Duh, duh, DUH! She groans inwardly at her stupidity, it was so obvious…

"So stop saying you hate me," his voice shocks her in both tone and emotion. His words were heavy and his tone was begging.

"I don't want you to hate me, even if I am a dip shit," he laughs to himself, brushing his lips against her cheek again.

"I don't," she whispers, blowing hot air past his ear and down his neck.

"You don't what?" he asks, leaning back to look in her eyes. She places her hands around his neck,

"I don't hate you, Butch. I don't."

Their lips found each other again and Butch smirks into the kiss. This is going to be the best two weeks of detention ever

Yeah, um. I don't really have time to cheek it...so... I hope it's okay. This one was really hard to write, for whatever reason. I hope it turned out okay and yeah... HOPE YOU LIKED!

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Suggestions:

When she bumps into you, bump into her back and make her laugh

When she says "It's okay," keep asking until she tells you.

When she gets embarrassed, embarrass yourself so she won't feel alone.
When she's sad, make her laugh.