AN: This is a humor chapter, I'm giving you a break from the drama, at least a little bit. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 11: Challenge 11

Buttercup's POV

I woke up to the sound of someone beating on the door. I groaned in frustration and slid out from Butch's hold to find out who was so rude as to bang on the door at… 5:47 in the morning. The banging continued, which only made me grumpier than I already was as I dragged myself down the stairs.

As soon as I reached the door, I yanked it open and put on my nastiest glare. "What do you want at 5:47 in the fucking AM? You really couldn't have just waited a few hours?" I practically hissed at the two people on the doorstep. They composed themselves and stated their businesses.

"We came for a Butch Jojo who escaped rehab two days ago. His brothers said he might be here." My eye twitched in agitation.

"Rehab isn't even open yet! It opens at seven! Why are you here so early?" The unwanted visitors flinched and meekly responded.

"That's not important. Is he here?" I glared harshly at them.

"For the record, it is important because you woke me up and I was in the middle of a damn good dream and it's been really hard to come across those recently. If you know what's good for you, you'll get the fuck away from this fucking house and if you're still in the mood to piss people off, you can come back and try again at a half decent hour!" The rehab workers almost seemed to shrink in front of me and they hightailed it back to their car.

"You can keep him!" One of the workers yelled from their window and then they sped off. I slammed the door closed and then realized I wasn't even tired anymore.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed in anger as I realized I would never even get to finish my dream. I kicked the closest thing to me, which just happened to be a table.

"Fuck!" I dropped to the ground and dramatically held my foot to my chest, actually feeling like I broke a few toes off. This was not a good morning.

After recovering from my tragic accident, I limped up the stairs to wake up Butch, only to see everyone in the hallway glaring at me since I probably woke them all up.

"Oh, hey guys. Wonderful morning, wouldn't you say so?" They all just glared harder at me and walked down the stairs to start the day a little earlier than usual.

I walked to my room and pulled the red letter off of my dresser.

"You've impressed me yesterday. I didn't expect you to survive, much less kill the lion. Don't worry, today won't be that bad, but maybe it's just the calm before the storm. Don't get too comfortable brat, you won't win. Tonight you are to party the night away in a nightclub. Here's the catch, you have to go to a club in one of Citiesville's ghettos. With what you've been up to, I'm sure a few girls are going to want to tear you to pieces. Have fun tonight!" I rolled my eyes and tossed the letter to the side. That would be easy.

I made my way downstairs and received the fifth degree as soon as I stepped in the kitchen where the whole gang was eating breakfast.

"Buttercup! What were you doing screaming at five in the morning?" Bubbles tried to sound nice, but it wasn't hard to catch the snappiness behind her tone. I opened my mouth to answer, but was cut off by Kit.

"Yeah! I was having a good sleep, but you just couldn't let that happen could you?" I rolled my eyes and tried to reply again, but Bradley cut me off.

"Yeah! And because you woke her up, she woke me up! I hate waking up early!" I started to fine at how many times I had been cut off. I opened my mouth to speak, but Butch decided to cut in this time.

"You could've just kept it down a little! Just because you had to wake up early doesn't me-" I cut him off with the most dangerous looking glare I could think of.

"You, Butch Jojo, have no room to talk! The reason I had to wake up so early is because there was a loud banging on the door at exactly 5:47. Do you know why there was a loud banging on the door?" No response. "Didn't fucking think so! The rehab center sent two doctors over here because you never went back! They came over here to get you. You're lucky I scared them off instead of handing you off! So, Butch Jojo, I don't wanna hear it from you!" I felt myself calm down after releasing all my frustrations and all the glares that were formerly directed at me turned to my boyfriend. Yeah, this was a rough morning.

Luckily, after breakfast, everyone calmed down and returned to their regular not angry selves.

"Hey Kit, you still up for hanging out today?" She looked up at me in surprise, probably having forgot about our conversation before my challenge yesterday. I was about to remind her, but it seemed like a light bulb went off in her head.

"Oh yeah! Bradley and I have a date, but you can third wheel if you want." She was probably expecting me to decline the offer, but I was going to have fun with this. An devious smirk came onto my face and I looked her right in the eyes.

"Sounds like fun, I'm in. Butch, you can go to rehab to show them you're clean and tell them to never come to the house again." Bradley and Kit shared a look of disbelief and Butch hung his head in defeat. I jumped on Bradley's back and looked right at Kit. "So when's our date and where are we going?"

Kitty's POV

I could see the mischief on my friend's face and I knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to be the most annoying third wheel in all of history.

"You really have nothing better to do with your day than be a third wheel?" She held my gaze with an evil smirk.

"Nope. Thanks for the invite!" I groaned loudly, not even hiding how frustrated I was with her.

"Buttercup can we talk alone for a second?" She sent a smug smile and followed me to another room.

"You wanted to talk?" I turned around and glared at her.

"What the hell! Why are you doing this?" She actually started laughing.

"Kit, I've always wanted to be a third wheel. Plus, I wanted to spend time with you." I scowled at what she said and the nickname she gave my boyfriend.

"His name's Bradley. And why can't we just find some other day to hang out?" She looked away with a sad look and I immediately felt bad.

"You're really just gonna ditch me because your boyfriend showed up? I took a day off from mine to spend time with you…" I felt really guilty and my best friend turned her back towards me.

"Wait, Buttercup! I'm sorry, you can come!" She quickly turned around with a shit eating smirk on her face and laughed.

"Ok! What time is it and where?" My mouth dropped as I realized that she played me. I hung my head in defeat and gave her the details.

"We're leaving at four to go to the movies." She looked to the clock and flashed a genuine smile.

"Sounds fun! I'll drive Butch to the rehab center and then I'll be back to get ready for our date!" She ran off and I couldn't help but smile softly after her. She was a handful, but I knew she would do anything for me. I walked back to where Bradley was standing and put his arm around my shoulder. He looked down and pulled me in closer.

"Hey baby, so what's the deal for tonight?" I looked up at him sheepishly and laughed a little.

"About that… I couldn't say no to her, she pulled the 'you're ditching your best friend for your boyfriend' card and I realized that I really haven't spent that much time with her since you came here. We can allow her to come on one date." He groaned in frustration.

"Why can't you just ditch her? She's really not a good influence. She is a nice girl, but she's fucking insane Babe!" It was my turn to show my frustration.

"You said you would try to accept her! She's my best friend and I'm not going to ditch her!" Bradley was standing there wide eyed with a guilty expression. Good, maybe he would finally warm up to her.

"I didn't know that being your friend was causing a rift in your relationship… Don't worry about me coming on your date." I whipped around to see Buttercup standing in the doorway to the room we were in.

"What are you doing here?" Bradley spoke up before I could find my voice for words.

"Well it's my house and I live here and this is the room where I left my keys." She walked towards me and reached behind me. I looked at what she reached for and saw her holding her keys.

"Buttercup maybe we should talk about this, it's not what you think." She shook her head and turned to leave the room.

"I have to drive Butch to rehab. Maybe if you have time when I get back we can talk." She walked out of the room with her head hung slightly.

"I'm starting to see why you couldn't say no. You're right, I should accept her. She's your best friend and she makes you happy." I looked up at my boyfriend with hope.

"So she can come on our date?" His smile quickly slid off his face.

"No." Can't blame a girl for trying…

Buttercup's POV

Butch and I walked into the rehab center, both of us still in our pajamas. We both got weird looks as we walked in, but who even cared?

"Hey reception lady! I brought Butch Jojo here." The woman at the desk glared up at me and then glanced to Butch.

"Oh! Wonderful, we were afraid he wasn't going to come back!" My eyes narrowed at her cheerful attitude since I was still a little pissed about this morning.

"Yeah, well he's back and there was no need to send doctors over at 5:47 in the morning! He's clean so just have them test him and let him come home." I looked over for Butch to back me up, but he was sitting in a chair taking a nap.

"The lady looked at me skeptically. We'll run some tests on him, but we might keep him for the day just to be sure." I rolled my eyes and walked over to my sleeping boyfriend.

"Butch, wake up." His eyes fluttered open and he looked in my eyes.

"Hey babe what's up?" I smiled lightly at the name and held his hand.

"They're making you stay for the day so I'm gonna head out once you get called in. I have to go to a nightclub in citiesville's ghettos tonight so do you think you can fly home?" He cringed at the mention of the challenge, but nodded.

"Yeah, don't worry about me. I can make it home, be careful tonight." He gave me a light kiss on my jaw and draped his arm over my shoulder.

"I always am!" I knew that wouldn't put him at any ease, but I had to say something.

"Butch Jojo, you can come back now." We both stood up and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Love you." I felt nervous saying it, but I was put at ease when he smiled loving my at me and said the same.

"Love you too." With that, he walked after the nurse and I walked out to my car.

As I got home, I saw Bradley's car pulling out of the driveway. Honestly, it kinda hurt a little bit to know that I might be losing one of my only friends. I backed out of the driveway to let them leave, but they surprised me when Kit walked up to my car. I rolled down the window as she got closer so she could say whatever she wanted to.

She made it to the window, but she just stood there.

"Did you need something?" I tried to help her get out whatever she wanted to say.

"Umm… I'm sorry about this morning. You aren't making any problems in my relationship and if I can do anything to prove it to you, I will." I was about to reject the offer since I was never really upset with her, but a probably bad idea popped into my mind and I couldn't stop my mouth before it came out.

"I'm going to a nightclub tonight. Come with me." She looked back at her ride as she thought about it. After a tense minute, my best friend turned to face me again.

"Bradley won't like it too much, but I'll come. Promise." I couldn't hide the genuine smile that jumped onto my face.

"Okay great! When are you planning on getting back from your date?" She thought on it for a moment.

"We planned on staying as late as we wanted, but I can make arrangements to be home at 7." That was perfect!

"Sounds great Kit! See you at seven, text me if something changes." She smiled at me and nodded.

"Will do Buttercup." I watched as she got in the car with her boyfriend and they drove off. Once they pulled out of the driveway, I pulled in and walked into the house for a nap. If I was going to stay out all night, I was gonna need more sleep.

Kitty's POV

"So what's the deal with you and Buttercup?" After a while of silent driving, my boyfriend finally asked the question.

"I'm going to a nightclub with her tonight. We need to be home at seven so we can go." His jaw clenched and his grip on the wheel tightened.

"And where is this nightclub?" I hadn't even thought to ask that.

"I don't know yet, but I promised I would go with her." Bradley took a quick glance at me and shook his head.

"I'm coming with you." My head snapped to face him with a disbelieving look.

"You can't! I'm supposed to be spending the night with her as my best friend! You would be the third wheel and she would get upset since we didn't want her to third wheel our date. You don't need to follow me everywhere." His mouth twisted into a frown.

"Look, I'm just worried about your safety. That girl has been doing a lot of dangerous stuff lately and I wouldn't be surprised if she was bringing you to citiesville's ghettos!" I sent him a light glare.

"If that is the case, she wouldn't let me get hurt. You don't need to protect me from my best friend Bradley. Now just drop the topic so we can enjoy our date instead of being mad at each other." His jaw clenched and his mouth opened to say something, but he thought better of it and just continued to drive.

The rest of the ride was pretty quiet and after a few minutes of awkward silence, we made it to the movie theatre. We hopped out of the car and walked up to the ticket booth to buy two tickets for Battle Moon Galactic 4. Yeah, we watch action movies. Surprised?

Bradley bought a large popcorn and a large coke to share with me before we went into the theatre. Luckily, the theatre wasn't too crowded and there were plenty seats open. It didn't take too much consideration to sit in the third row. Nobody ever sat in the first or second rows unless there were no more seats and they were the perfect distance from the big screen.

Almost immediately after sitting down I took hold of Bradley's hand. "I'm really glad you came to Townsville. I missed you so much while we were apart…" He turned towards me and leaned in to kiss me on the lips. I melted into it and was reminded of how much I loved him. We pulled apart and he looked into my eyes.

"I missed you too baby. I love you so much. I'm sorry if I come off as too protective sometimes, I just never want to see you hurt, especially if I know I could've prevented it." I smiled and leaned into his shoulder.

"It's okay, I appreciate the concern and I love you too Bradley. You're all I could ask for." His arm draped around and pulled me closer to him as the movie started.

After the events of yesterday, the action in the movie didn't seem all that exciting, but either way, we had a good time together.

"Where do you wanna go to eat?" I looked at the time and saw that we had about an hour to get home.

"We don't have too much time so maybe we can just go to Chipotle." Bradley thought on it and nodded his agreement.

"Okay sounds good enough to me. Let's go." He opened my car door for me and closed it after me once I sat down. I smiled at the sweet gesture and watched him walk to his side of the car.

The car started and we pulled off almost immediately since Bradley probably wanted as much time as he could get to eat. It only took a few minutes to get there and when we did, he hopped out of the car faster than I'd ever seen. I reached to open my door, but I saw that it was already opened by my boyfriend.

"Hurry we don't have too much time and I want to get through a whole dinner with you." I yelped in shock when he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder.

"Bradley what are you do-" He began to run towards the building.

"I love you, but you weren't moving fast enough. We're on a time limit babe." We both laughed all the way into the restaurant and didn't even care when we received weird looks from everyone around us. He put me down gently and we walked over to order.

"Hi, welcome to Chipotle. What can I get for you?" Bradley looked at me, signaling that I could order first.

"I'll have a Burrito bowl with brown rice, no beans, chicken, mild salsa, cheese, sour cream, and guacamole." The worker put all of the ingredients in as I listed them off and I couldn't wait to eat it. Bradley soon came to the register with a burrito.

"That will be $17.50." My date reached in his wallet and gave the lady a twenty and received $2.50 in change. We walked to an empty table and ate our meals happily.

Once we both finished, we got in the car and headed to Buttercup's house.

The door opened only three seconds after we knocked and my best friend stood at the door with a huge smile on her face.

"You actually came!"

Buttercup's POV

I couldn't stop smiling once I saw them at the door. I was honestly scared that she was going to stand me up.

"Do you wanna get changed or are you wearing that to the club?" While she was on her date, I had changed into a tight black and silver party dress that ended mid thigh and a pair of black six inch heels that tied up to the bottoms of my calves.

She looked down at what she was wearing compared to me and cringed. She had on a white sundress and brown sandals.

"Can you help me pick out a dress?" I allowed a sly smirk on my face.

"I thought you'd never ask! Let's go Kit." I grabbed her hand and all but dragged her up to my room. We ran straight for my closet and I pulled out a short black and gold dress.

"Try this on." She took the dress from my hands and changed into it while I looked for a matching pair of shoes. I grabbed a pair of gold stilettos and turned around to see her already in the mid thigh length dress. I looked her over with a smirk and handed her the shoes.

"How does it look? My size is usually a little smaller than you so-" I cut her off with my own sentence.

"That dress is a little too small for me, that's why I picked it… and it's hot. Try on these shoes, they should fit since we're the same shoe size." She pulled on the shoes without hesitation and I smiled at my handiwork.

"Are we good to go?" I looked over her once more and realized what was missing.

"Sit down and close your eyes. Don't open them until I tell you to." She sat on the edge of my bed and did as I told her. I started by giving her hair a side part as opposed to the middle part she had. She looked too professional that way. After her hair was taken care of, I applied a lighter version of eye makeup the her eyes than mine. I gave her a brown smokey eye with black eyeliner instead of my gray and black smokey eye. I clipped a black choker with a gold moon in the middle of it around her neck and smiled.

"Okay. You can open your eyes now." Kit looked straight ahead at herself in my dresser mirror and she smiled.

"Thanks BC now I look club ready! Where is it anyways?" My heart stopped for a second as I realized I never told her where it was.

"Don't kill me-" She cut me off with a stern glare.

"Buttercup if you're bringing me somewhere to get killed tonight-" it was my turn to cut her off.

"Kit hear me out. The club is in the ghettos of Citiesville but I swear on my life I won't let you get hurt." She gave me a skeptical look, but she eventually gave in.

"Okay, I trust you Buttercup, but Bradley won't be happy…" I scoffed at the mention of her overprotective boyfriend.

"God he acts more like your mom than your boyfriend sometimes! Let's go." She followed me downstairs and Bradley gaped at us as we came downstairs.

"No. You can't wear that to a club." She was about to turn around and change, but I caught her arm.

"You aren't her fucking mom and she's old enough to dress how she pleases. She only has eyes for you so there's nothing to worry about." Bradley glared at me and grumbled in defeat.

"At least tell me where you guys are going to be and when you plan to be back." I huffed and rolled my eyes.

"You really don't trust me, do you? We're going to be in Citiesville and we plan to leave around midnight." I moved to walk out of the door with Kit, but Bradley blocked me from the door.

"What the fuck is it now dude? I told you what you wanted to know now let us leave." He glared at me hard.

"Kitty, I just need to talk to her alone for a second, could you please wait for her in the car love?" She nodded to him and they shared a quick kiss before she walked out to the car. He waited to speak until she closed the car door behind her.

"If she has a single fucking scratch on her I won't hesitate to keep her away from you for as long as she lives. You know she would choose me over you in a heartbeat." My nose twitched in anger and I shoved him hard out of the way.

"Don't threaten me Phoenix. Believe it or not, I'm not out to hurt Kit, she's my best friend. I'll make sure she doesn't get hurt, but it won't be because you said it, it'll be because I actually care about her and don't want her to get hurt. Now I'm gonna go to my car and have a good time at the club with my best friend and you aren't gonna ruin it." I didn't wait for a response and walked out to find Kit waiting in the car. I hopped in the driver's seat and we drove towards Citiesville.

About two minutes into the drive, I turned on the radio and cranked the music. Our ride soon turned into a karaoke and we ended up laughing the whole way to Citiesville.

The one hour drive only felt like ten minutes and we hopped out of the car still laughing. Our carefree attitudes earned us a few glares, but we ignored them as we entered the club.

"Buttercup? I-I've never been to a club before…" I looked back at Kit and could see that she was blushing in embarrassment even with the strobe lights. I took her hand and talked as I led her to the bar.

"You just need to loosen up! Luckily, since we're in the ghetto, they don't ID and I'll get something so we can let loose a little." She looked a bit uneasy, but a confident smile soon covered her hesitation. We got to the bar and I ordered a sex on the beach for Kit and a tropical storm for myself, which was a mixture of Malibu, Triple Sec, and Vodka.

"Don't worry, yours isn't too strong." She smiled as I seemingly read her mind and began to drink it.

"Wow, this is really good!" She smiled brightly and her eyes shone in the strobe lights. I couldn't help but smile back at her innocence.

"I figured you would like it! You can dance, right?" I practically had to scream over the music. Her whole face brightened at the mention of dancing.

"I love dancing!" I smiled and downed the rest of my drink and pulled her to the dance floor once she finished hers. The song Crying in the Club was playing loudly and I started to bust out my moves. I wasn't too open about it, but I was a great dancer. Once I caught onto the beat, I started to dance as if it was choreographed. Kit watched in amazement and tried to keep up. I saw her struggling so I slowed it down a bit and slipped into a more casual dance.

"Sorry Kit, it was instinct." She laughed with me as we continued to dance to the beat of the songs. Our laughing stopped when two hood rats approached us. Their pants were almost at their knees with white wife beaters and untied Jordan's. They both tried to rock a gold grill and had gang tattoos on their face and arms.

"Hey ladies, we just saw you over here and wanted to dance and maybe more." The one who talked had dreads and moved in closer. I stepped protectively in front of my best friend as I saw her shy away in discomfort.

"How about we don't dance and nothing more." The other man stepped forward, trying to intimidate me, but I didn't budge.

"Look bitch, I don't think you heard us right so I'll repeat what he said-" I cut him off with my own snippy comment.

"I heard perfectly fine and honestly wish I hadn't. We don't want anything to do with you two, so get lost and leave us alone." The two punks closed in on me and pushed Kit further behind me, signaling her to make a break for it. I saw her slip into the bathroom from the corner of my eye and I turned back just in time to avoid a punch aimed at my face. Without any remorse, I scuffed their shoes and both dropped to the ground, cradling their foot, staring at the scuff mark in utter heartbreak.

"How could you just fuckin' do that bitch? These are my J's!" The men were dangerously close to tears and I just scoffed at how ridiculously easy that was. After making sure they weren't getting back up, I went to the bathroom to find my best friend to assure her everything was fine.

"Kit? They're gone. They were all talk we won't have to worry about them." I didn't get a response and looked around the bathroom to find a very nervous friend.

"Buttercup, I don't wanna go back out. I want to go home!" I felt guilty for pulling her into this with me and wrapped her in a comforting hug.

"Kit I swear to you that as long as I'm alive you won't get hurt tonight. Just stay with me the whole time and I promise you'll be fine. She gave me a skeptical look, but followed me out.

"Okay, I'm going to need another one of those drinks though." We laughed together the whole way to the bar and I ordered her and myself another drink. Once downing the two drinks, we once again made our way onto the dance floor.

"You think you're better than me bitch? Then let's have a dance off right here, right now!" The loud girl caught our attention easily. My gaze drifted to her target, a scared looking girl around my age.

"I never said I was better than you, I was just dancing!" The girl tried to diffuse the aggression in the other girl, but it wasn't working.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You bumped into me while you were dancing on my turf. Don't be a little bitch and run from a fight that you picked!" I had enough and looked towards Kit who was thinking the same thing.

"Stay behind me." Kit obeyed my orders exactly as I walked up to the conflict.

"Hey, she wasn't picking a fight. Other people have a right to dance here and it isn't that uncommon for someone to accidentally bump into another person. Now, calm down and just go back to dancing." The scared girl looked at me with endless gratitude as I fended off the punk acting girl.

"Hey Barbie, why don't you just mind your own fuckin' business. This is between me and her, not your fake ass." I raised an eyebrow at her insult.

"Barbie? Fake ass? Bitch I don't know what you're looking at, but it can't possibly be me! First off, I'm not fucking blonde, actually the farthest damn thing from it, and second, if anyone's a fake ass, it's you. It's not hard to see that you had boob implants. Too bad you didn't fix your ass too because there's nothing there for me to kick! Now just leave the girl alone and leave the fucking club if you're gonna act like a dirty piece of trash!" The girl's face twisted with anger and she pointed an accusing finger at me.

"You know what? I challenge you to a dance battle! Loser has to leave." I rolled my eyes at the hoodrat.

"So who's the judge?" Her glare intensified, but I wasn't phased.

"Everyone in the club. We dance in the middle and a circle will form around us. You up for the challenge or are you scared?" My eyes narrowed at the offer to back out.

"I never back down from a challenge. Bring it on!" The girl's eyes narrowed and she screamed as loud and drawn out as she could.

"Dance Battle!" Almost immediately, the space around us cleared and all of the people formed a ring around the two of us. I never knew a dance battle to seem so intense before it even started. I knew that if I left, that would mean I'd fail the challenge and HIM would kill the professor without any hesitation. The music shut down and everything went silent for a full minute before an all too familiar song rang through the club.

"Hiya Barbie!" Fuck. No.

"Hi Ken!" Fuck.

"Do you wanna go for a ride?" No.

"Sure Ken!" No.

"Jump in." Fuck. It just had to be this fucking song.

I stepped forward slowly and rigidly as if I were an actual Barbie doll, jerking in all the right places to make it seem as if I was an actual plastic doll. I mentally cursed the DJ as I continued to wow the audience with an impressive dance routine.

My opponent stepped towards me and started some hip hop dance that would've been much more impressive if it actually matched the song. The crowd seemed to love it, however, so I decided to step up my game.

Despite my hate for the song, I couldn't say I hated the beat of the remix. Once the dubstep kicked in I slowly broke from my rigid dance moves and became more fluid as if becoming a real person again. I winked slyly at the smug looking girl and broke into sporadic and complicated hand movements, my body weight shifting smoothly from my back leg to my front.

The audience went wild as I flipped my hair and slipped into a sexy body roll. My opponent showed signs of evident anger as she tried to match my fast pace, but quickly fell behind. While I could tell the girl had talent, she didn't have much rhythm to go with it. I joined her in dancing and outpaced her, causing her a great deal of frustration. As the beat slowed back down to that of the original song, I gradually slowed my pace and stiffened again.

I looked over and watched her do the same, trying to beat me in my own game. Not gonna happen. I let a smirk slide across my face and I matched my dancing style from the beginning. The girl directly in front of me tried to copy my dancing style and did an admirably good job with it. Just not as good as me.

As Ken and Barbie began to talk again, my pulse began to slow down.

"Oh, I'm having so much fun!"

"Well, Barbie, we're just getting started."

"Oh, I love you Ken." With the last words, I winked to my audience and blew a kiss. My opponent hastily tried to do the same but didn't get nearly the same reaction that my final move did. I almost jumped as the DJ's voice rang through the room.

"Hey now party people! So what do y'all gotta say for Willow?" Oh, so that was her name. The crowd was loud for her and I actually felt a bit nervous. Would her popularity put her over the top?

"Ok, now what you got for our competitor, Buttercup?" My already racing pulse spiked as a deafening cheer all but busted my eardrums. I couldn't keep the relieved smile off my face as I was declared the winner of the dance battle. Willow screeched and charged at me in blind rage. My attention snapped towards the attacking girl and I easily sidestepped, only to grab her arm and sling her hard onto the ground farther away from me.

"You lost Willow. The deal was that you have to leave. Now go." The enraged skank glared at me before storming out of the club.

I hadn't even realized how silent it was until the music blasted through the sound system again. I stood still for a moment, letting everything that just happened sink in, but my thoughts were interrupted by a pair of arms flinging themselves around me.

"BC you were so awesome! I saw you dancing earlier, but I didn't know you were that good!" I smiled at my best friend's compliment and looked at the time.

"We have time for about another song. Dance with me." Her eyes shone brighter at the thought of dancing to one last song. Swalla by Jason Derulo was the next song and Kit and I were causing quite the spectacle with our dancing. I was honestly impressed with the moves she was throwing down and her ability to keep up. Our dancing was only fueled further from all the hollars we received. It could've been the rush of the recently ended dance battle, or the alcohol in both of our systems, but there were even a few times throughout the song where we grinded our asses on the other. It also could've been fueled by the approval the crowd gave us. I watched in a mix of shock and amusement as Kit took a swig of a random guy's drink, not that the guy minded.

Once the song ended, we stumbled away from the dance floor laughing like idiots.

"I can't believe I just did that!" Kit practically screamed and I could only laugh at the situation. Kit was one of the last people I would've guessed had it in her, but I was glad she did.

"Wanna grab one more drink before we leave?" If she didn't already have any alcohol in her system, she probably wouldn't have agreed as easily as she did. We walked over to the bar and I bought us both the same drinks we had before.

"Buttercup I had my doubts, but I had a lot of fun tonight." I smiled over to her, happy that we could have a fun night out.

"Good, I'm glad. After all the stress I've been putting on everyone, you probably needed some time to let loose and have fun." With that, I threw back the rest of my drink without a problem. I turned my attention towards my best friend who was also downing the last sip of her drink.

"Ready to go? The boys should be here by now." She swallowed her sip and smiled.

"Yeah let's go." I put about a hundred dollars on the bar and walked out with Kit. We looked around, but the boys weren't there.

"Hey Kit, call Bradley and ask where they are." She nodded and pulled out her phone while I kept lookout for anything possibly dangerous.

"Oh look. It's The barbie girl and her little friend." My first instinct was to grab Kit's arm and pull her close.

"Get the fuck outta here. You lost, just accept that." The girl named Window, or Widow, or something like that walked out of the shadows, flanked by two other girls. I slowly pushed Kit towards my car and gave her the keys.

"Kit, get in my car, you'll be safe there." She hesitated before taking my keys and the group of girls were closing in on us. "Kit, now. Take them and get in the car now." My demanding voice was all it took for her to take the keys and move towards my car. One of the girls broke after Kit, but I grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground in front of me. I looked up to the other two girls and my eyes widened at the sight of the knives they were holding.

"Damn. I just can't catch a break…" I kept my eyes on them as I pulled my heels off. Once I got the first one off, the second lackey charged at me, her knife held up. She lunged for my neck, and with only one heel on, all I could do was block the blow with my arm. I hissed as the knife cut deep into my arm. Thinking quick, I used my heeled foot to kick her in the gut. The girl fell to her knees holding her stomach where my heel worked as a makeshift knife. I pulled my foot back and took off the shoe, finally finding my balance.

I didn't even notice as the girl I threw down earlier began to move behind me, but I could hear Kit's panicked screams from the car.

"Buttercup look out!" I turned around to take a knife to the shoulder instead of my back. Though it hurt like a bitch, I could've died if she hit her mark. Before she could remove her weapon, I broke her arm and threw one of my heels at her. The shoe hit her square in the forehead, not killing her, but definitely knocking her out.

Not wasting any time, I turned to find the ring leader, but I didn't see her anywhere. I moved towards the car to make sure she wouldn't be able to get to Kit before me and pulled the knife from my shoulder to use as a weapon. I cringed at the pain and turned to my crying best friend.

"Hey, wipe your tears. It's gonna be okay I swear." Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, I felt a sharp pain through the right side of my back. I stood in shock at the knife that stuck through my chest. I wanted to fall down right there, but Buttercup Utonium doesn't lose. Not even on cheap shots.

I felt the weapon retract from my body, but I stood strong against her. Her eyes widened once she realized I wasn't going down.

"But I stabbed you in the heart! You should be dying." I held a dark glare on the girl.

"Learn some anatomy bitch. The heart's on the left side. You didn't do anything but severely piss me off." The girl tried to run, but I threw the knife at her. It landed right on target and cut through her leg, causing her to fall over. I walked over to the girl and made her look me in the eyes.

"Please don't kill me!" The girl pleaded for her life as I lifted her against the wall by her neck.

"You tried to kill me. If you want to live, never try shit like this again. Take your other bitches and go home." I dropped her and she quickly ran to the other girls, waking them up and limping off into an alley.

I walked back over to Kit and saw her crying beginning to die down.

"You okay Kit?" She nodded, but couldn't find any words to speak.

"Do you know where the boys are?" She looked up at me with a scared look on her face.

"They just left and should be here in a half hour." I cursed under my breath and decided it would be safer for Kit if I sat outside the car. I collected my shoes from the ground and put them in the car.

"Kit, lock the doors. If anything else pops up, I don't want them to be able to open the doors." She looked at me nervously.

"Aren't you going to get in?" She looked on the verge of tears again.

"Kit, if anyone decided to attack us then we'd both be sitting ducks. I'll stay out here and you can be safe. I told you nothing would happen to you and I intend to keep that promise."

While waiting for the boys, I tried to stop the bleeding in my chest and my shoulder. Eventually, I just gave up since They weren't really bleeding enough to kill me. The sound of dark chuckles sounded from a nearby alley and I immediately went on alert.

"So you think you can mess with our girls and get away with it huh?" From the same alley that the girls retreated into, three hood rats stepped into the open and it didn't take long for me to notice the guns sticking out of their pants.

"Kit, get down. Don't look out the window no matter what and text Bradley to hurry the hell up." She didn't hesitate to follow my instructions this time and she disappeared from the window.

"Look. Your girls attacked us first. We're just trying to get home." The guys walked towards me menacingly, but I held my ground.

"That don't matter. Our girls is hurt and you the reason." From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the guys pulling his gun and I was quick to move to disarm him. Before he could shoot at my head, I hit the gun down and the bullet hit my stomach instead. I screamed out, but managed to break the guy's arm and take the gun. I could only imagine what Kit thought was happening right now. I turned my loaded gun towards the ring leader and the other guy held his gun up at me.

"Shoot that gun and your leader is as good as dead. With how much your arms are shaking, you might even miss. The armed sidekick looked down and that was all I needed to move in and kick the gun out of his hand. I caught it and had it aimed towards the two standing men. Their looks of fear soon turned into that of victory and realization that I had forgotten about the other guy kicked in seconds before I was put in a headlock. I used one of the guns to shoot him in the foot, but he didn't release his hold.

The leader held up his gun to shoot at me, and I felt actual fear. The man on me had a hold on my arms so that I couldn't even shoot at the other two and he was too big for me to move and use as a shield.

I struggled against the guy and even tried shooting at his foot again, but all I got was a pained grunt.

"Let me go!" I screamed in hopes of throwing them off or even getting surrounding help, but that only seemed to agitate the group more and the man holding me tightened his grip to a painful force. I could only struggle as the leader raised his gun to aim at me.

Right as he was about to pull the trigger, a car slammed right into his back, not hard enough to kill him, but definitely hard enough to break a few bones and knock him out. Bradley and Butch jumped out of the car and went to work. Bradley got into an impressive fist fight with the second lackey and Butch ran over to help me get out of the man's grasp.

"Get the fuck off of my girl!" Butch shot his laser eyes at the man's arms and he was quick to drop me. I moved out of the way fast to give my guy all the space he needed to beat the shit outta the hood rat that dared attack me. I turned my attention to Bradley's fight and to his credit, the boy was kicking some serious ass. I cringed at a nasty right hook that sent the hood rat flying into the closest wall. The guy was out cold and looked like a ton of bricks fell on his face.

I looked back to see Butch finishing off the last guy with a devastating punch to the guy that sent him flying seven feet up the wall behind us. Needles to say, the guy was down for the count.

I turned towards Bradley and my eyes widened as he lifted me off the ground and pinned me hard against a wall.

"Where's Kitty! I knew you would get her in this kind of situation! Why won't you just get the fuck out of her life and let her be safe? You fucking bitch, where is she?" I couldn't breathe, much less talk by the way he was holding me. I barely managed to cough up some blood and that luckily got him to drop me.

I cringed from how hard I hit the ground.

"Where. Is. My. Girlfriend?" I coughed up more blood and Butch pushed him back.

"Dude, what the fuck is your problem? I don't appreciate you hurting my girl! Maybe she could've told you if you weren't trying to strangle her!" Butch pulled his fist back to punch Bradley, but I pulled at his leg and shook my head.

"She's in the car." I managed to choke that out before I started coughing again. Bradley walked towards my car without another word.

"Kit? Are you in there?" A crying girl popped into the window.

"Are they gone? Is Buttercup okay?" Bradley turned towards me with a glare.

"You made her cry! Why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to let her come here with you?" I felt my temper rise and I found the strength to stand up.

"You aren't her fucking mom! She can make her own decisions! Why don't you ask her if she had fun before this? Why don't you ask her if she's fucking hurt? Stop acting like I'm the fucking antichrist because I'm not! I'm her best friend and I kept her safe like I promised I would!" He didn't let up on his glare and turned to Kit.

"Kit, are you okay? Did you really have fun tonight?" Kit stepped out of the car without any sign of a scratch on her.

"No, I'm not hurt at all, and I did have fun. I had a lot of fun actually. We got attacked by some girl and her gang that lost a dance battle to Buttercup and those guys were their boyfriends." Bradley turned back towards me and looked over all of my injuries and my ruined dress. He opened his mouth to apologize, but I held my hand up.

"Save it. You're not sorry that you accused me of putting Kit in danger, you're sorry that you were wrong. I'm not stupid enough to believe you wouldn't do the same thing if something similar happens in the future. I get that you hate me, but you could've at least given me a chance before deciding that." I turned towards Butch, who I was currently holding onto as a support. "Let's go Butch. I'll text you later Kit." My boyfriend helped me into the car and took the driver's seat. I smiled and waved to my best friend as we pulled off.

"Babe, I'm so sorry we didn't get there sooner! Do you need to go to a hospital?" I shook my head, not wanting to go to that place.

"The only time I got shot it went all the way through so I just need to be patched up a little. Blossom can take care of that." He gave me a doubtful look and leaned over to kiss me at a red light.

"I don't know what I would've done if we got there too late… I saw that guy pointing a gun at you and all I could think was to run the bastard over. I'm sorry we weren't there sooner…" He looked away guiltily and I tilted his head back up.

"You couldn't have known that would happen. Plus, you definitely get points for running the guy over right before he shot his gun." He chuckled along with me and pulled off at the green light.

Bradley's POV

I looked after her car, an immense wave of guilt washing over me. She looked like she had been stabbed and shot multiple times and I still yelled at her. She kept her promise and kept my girlfriend completely unharmed even though it put her at a disadvantage, even though it put her life on the line. Maybe she was a hero… Maybe I was wrong about her.

"Let's go home Bradley…" Kit sounded upset with me and honestly, I was upset with myself. I walked with her towards my car and she got in the passenger seat while I got in the driver's side. Watching her get in on her own made me cringe from another stab of guilt as I remembered Butch having to help Buttercup get into the car.

"Kit, I'm sorry… I just didn't see you and freaked. You were right about Buttercup, she really is a good person. I was just too overprotective of you to see that… I'll give her a chance Kitty." I peeked over at my girlfriend and saw a sad smile on her face.

"It's about time you realized that. You know it actually hurts her when someone shows that they hate her. She already knows most of Townsville hates her and I could tell that knowing you actually hate her too got to her. You shouldn't be apologizing to me, you should be apologizing to her." I didn't know that she even cared what everyone else thought of her. Knowing that I had actually hurt the girl made me feel awful, especially when she just went to such lengths to protect Kitty.

"I will." I expected silence, but was shocked when I heard a giggle from the passenger side.

"You know, Buttercup had to dance to Barbie Girl tonight. She's actually a really good dancer!" I chuckled as I imagined the tough girl dancing to such a girly song.

"Really? I wouldn't expect her to dance to that kind of song." That's when I heard another giggle.

"That's the funny part. It was for the dance battle so she didn't have a choice! You should've seen the look on her face when it came on! Priceless! I have the whole video on my phone so you can watch it later." I couldn't help but smile at how happy she seemed while looking back on her night out.

"I'll definitely have to watch it. What else did you do?" Her eyes lit up and she sat up straighter in her seat.

"She bought me this drink called sex on the beach! It was really good and she said that any other drink might be too much for me. We also danced together and it was a lot of fun! My favorite part was when we were dancing so good to this one song that we got a whole crowd of people around us! It was so cool Bradley!" I would definitely have to apologize to Buttercup. Not only did she make sure she didn't get drunk, but this was the happiest I'd seen Kit in a while.

"I'm glad you had fun baby." I placed my hand lovingly on her thigh and she put her hand over mine. Yeah I really owed Buttercup an apology.

AN: So there ya go! I had to put some intensity in there, sorry, but I did try to make it a little more light hearted. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review!