Chapter 3- Saturday School/Detention
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff Boys or anything in the animated series: The Powerpuff Girls.
Note: ... ... ...just read it.
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Buttercup looked at the boy in dark green. He was an enemy. He shouldn't be here. The boy in dark green looked at her. They glared into each other's eyes silently. Ms. Kean walked over to Buttercup.
"Now, Buttercup, I know you fought him a week ago, but-" Ms. Kean started.
"No, crud I fought him a week ago! You were there! I was there! And so was he!" Buttercup exclaimed, rising a bit higher into the air. "In fact he almost killed me and that was only last week! And y'know what?! I had to kiss him on the cheek! Yuck!" Buttercup stuck her tongue out, spitting. "I can't forget about that stupid event and now I HATE his stinkin' guts! How can you do this me, Ms. Kean?! Why, why?! WHY?! Can I have a drink?!"
"Y-Yes, you may..." Ms. Kean was a little frightened of Buttercup's sudden outbursts which usually happened when something very noticing happened. She watched as Buttercup flew through the roof.
She walked over to the boy in dark green.
"Since I know you have super powers also, I think you should go outside with her." Ms. Kean stated. "Just in case. But try to avoid it."
The boy in dark green glanced at his two brothers who were happily talking away. Then, he released a strong glare at Ms. Kean just before flying through the roof. Ms. Kean looked up.
"They really need to learn to use the door..." she murmured.
Buttercup drank from the water fountain and spat on the ground. She repeated this numerous times. She heard a noise and whirled around. It was him. The boy in dark green. The two eyed each other, alert for any attacks. They glared into each other's eyes. For some reason, both their instincts told them to do the same thing: destroy the enemy. They charged at the same time. As their hits connected with each other, there was a green flash as they were both thrown back. That didn't stop them, they charged again, attempting to achieve their goals. It was obvious both would lose. None would win. They were equal, but didn't except it. Their fighting was only shown by flashes of green light. Once again, they were knocked back.
"You've been asking for this for a long time!" the boy in dark green yelled.
"Not as long as you've!" Buttercup snapped.
They charged again, ready to get into a serious fight. But, just before they could get up, there were four flashes of light: red, dark blue, pink, and baby blue. Buttercup found her two sisters in front of her, blocking her from getting to her adversary.
"Hey! Get outta the way!" Buttercup snapped angrily.
"No, Buttercup!" Blossom said. "This is school! What if you accidentally blew it up?!"
"That's what I want, smart one."
"With us in it! And besides, you know you can't beat him in fighting!"
"Well, I'm not gonna kiss 'im anytime soon!"
"Stop being so irresponsible! You know the professor can't handle any more stress! He's already doubled his dosage! He's been so caught up in work and you're making it even worse for him! You should be ashamed! I would expect..."
Buttercup decided to stop listening at that point. She glanced at the Rowdyruff Boys who were complimenting their brother on the mini fight. She turned to her two sisters, Blossom who was still going on and on with her lecture and Bubbles who was sucking her thumb, eyes watery. Buttercup glanced at the three brothers again.
*why can't these two be more like them?* Buttercup thought, *ch. that'll take a miracle.*
Soon, everyone was calmed down, except Buttercup and the Rowdyruff Boys. She had fought with a "new and innocent" student. The consequence: Saturday Detention/School. It was something were you would go to school on a Saturday in the morning...and do completely nothing like in detention. You would have recess and lunch, but once you got back in the classroom, you weren't allowed to do anything. Buttercup cursed under her breath.
Buttercup let her head fall onto the desk. The sound echoed through the room. This was boring. Sure, she could get a good nap in it, but she had forgotten her baseball cap (a.k.a. nap-cap) and her sunglasses. Ms. Kean was reading a book. Buttercup spotted something at the corners of her eyes and jerked her head in that direction. They had eye contact. She and him. He and her. Though it was only for a second, it seemed to last forever in a very annoying way. Buttercup's glanced quickly turned to a glare. The boy had already faced the front of the room.
*stupid guy. what's he starin' at?* Buttercup thought bitterly, *nothing! that's what. he was starin' at me to annoy me! wait'll we get outta here...i'm gonna kick his ass.*
Ms. Kean stood up.
"You two are dismissed for recess." she stated. "And no fighting or arguing."
Buttercup sat on the ledge of the sandbox. She kicked sand around, but slowly so nothing would fly into the air. The boy in dark green was on the swings, not that she cared. She didn't hear the sound of wheels when the ball-cart (the metal cage with wheels that holds balls) was rolled out. She just sat there. Buttercup whirled around, floating up when she was tapped on the shoulder. Floating there, was him. The boy wearing black pants and a dark green shirt. They glared into each other's eyes for a second. Then, he held up the basketball he was holding.
"Do you play?" he asked, his voice low.
Buttercup smirked, a sign that seemed to say "Hell, yeah...".
Buttercup laughed as the boy slipped and fell. She ran over to him, grabbed the ball and dribbled to the hoop. Since there were no other kids, they could play full-court. Buttercup jumped up, accidentally leaving footprints where she jumped from. Her intention was to do a lay-up, but she jumped higher and finished the game with a slam-dunk, sticking her tongue out to add effect. She landed, her hands on her hips in a triumphant pose.
"Now, who just kicked whose ass?" Buttercup asked mockingly. "Buttercup kicked-err..."
She walked over to the boy and offered her hand, which he took and stood up.
"You're pretty good." he stated.
"Pretty good?" Buttercup repeated. "I just beat your sorry butt forty- zip!" she poked his chest.
"(bitch.) Well you don't have to rub it in." he muttered. "I meant to say you're pretty good for a girl."
"Anythin' wrong with girls in yer eyes?"
The boy in dark green stayed silent. Buttercup smirked. It wasn't everyday she got to annoy someone.
"I never got your name." the boy in dark green stated.
"One-you never asked." Buttercup replied. "Two-because I use ta hate yer guts to hell cuz ya tried ta kill me."
"Use to hate my guts?"
"To hell."
"Why 'use to'?"
Buttercup stood silently. She had no idea she actually used the two words that could change and reverse any sentence. She looked at him and shrugged. More silence. The bell rang, indicating recess was over and it was back to just sitting there. Buttercup sat at her seat, still wondering why she had used "use to". That wasn't usual for her. She put one of her hands to her forehead. Temperature: Normal. Buttercup exhaled. If it wasn't sickness, what was it? Buttercup had a good record on always going with what she said, never turning back. She slumped in her seats, trying to keep her eyes open...But they seemed to get heavier and heavier each time she blinked...
"Hey, wake up." a voice said.
Buttercup yawned and lifted her head from the desk. Standing next to her was the boy in dark green.
"Where's Ms. Kean?" Buttercup asked.
"Dunno." he replied. "She just said all this junk to me after checking the time and ran out the door...I think I got the main ideas. We get to go home and I had to wake you up." he held up a page with typing on it. "Instructions for the project." Butch explained. "Unless you just wanna fail."
"I'll pick the failing option." Buttercup stated, letting her head fall back onto the desk. "...Nah. I need ta bring up mah grades anyway."
She stood up and stretched. She noticed the boy in dark green was looking at her again.
"What?" she asked, her voice tinted with anger.
"Nothing." he replied.
Silence.
"What's your name?" he asked. "Something like 'Butterscotch' or 'Butternut'?"
"Buttercup." Buttercup answered, her anger rising slightly.
"I was close. You don't have to get all mad like that. You need to learn how to control your short-ass temper."
Buttercup's anger rose a little more. "So I was born with a short temper. What of it?"
The boy in dark green glared at her. She glared back. Buttercup straightened herself, but kept her sharp gaze.
"What's your name." she asked.
The boy in dark green backed away.
"Butch." he replied. "I say we do the project at my place."
Buttercup's eyes narrowed.
"Do you even have a place?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do." Butch spat. "Some abandoned house."
Buttercup smiled for the first time around him. "Cool." she said.
"Yup. And we don't have to pay no bills, either. The instruction-thing says we have to make this poster of the thing you and your partner like to do best."
There was no pause when the two yelled out "FIGHTING!!!" at the same time.
Butch and Buttercup flew through the windows into the abandoned house, hidden in the middle of the woods, Buttercup holding the markers and Butch holding the large piece of paper. The items were "borrowed" from school. The boy in dark blue and the boy in red looked up and stood up, getting into fighting stance.
"Hey, what's she doing here?" the boy in red demanded.
"Yeah!" the boy in dark blue agreed. "Isn't she one of those sissy Powder Puffs?"
"Sissy?!" Buttercup exclaimed, letting the markers she was holding fall onto the ground. "I'll show you sissy once I-"
"She's okay." Butch interrupted.
All eyes went to him.
"She okay." Butch repeated. "She's no sissy like the other two. She doesn't deserve the name 'Powerpuff'. She's more like a Rowdyruff to me."
"Is that so?" the one in red asked. "Or does little Butchie-Wootchie have a little silly-wiwwy crush?"
"Butch is getting soft! Butch is getting soft!" the one in dark blue sang.
Butch crossed his arms, giving his two brothers glares.
"Oh, come on, man." the one in red said. "You know we were just teasing you."
"Yeah, bro." the one in dark blue agreed. "We know especially you wouldn't fall for a Powerpuff."
"If you think she's as good as a Rowdyruff, we know she is."
Butch smirked. The one in dark blue floated over to Buttercup.
"I'm Boomer." he stated. "You are...?"
"Name's Buttercup." Buttercup replied.
"Hey, Buttercup." the one in red greeted. "Call me Brick, okay? Nothing else."
Buttercup nodded. These guys were pretty nice. She felt more at home with them than her sisters...and that was strange.
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Me: Will this or will this not be a romantic fic of Buttercup and Butch? Will Buttercup become a good friend with the Rowdyruff Boys or sworn enemies? Will Buttercup be accepted or rejected? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WORLD MUST KNOW, DAMN IT!!!! *bashes head against wall until her head breaks through it* ... ... ...I didn't do it.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the Rowdyruff Boys or anything in the animated series: The Powerpuff Girls.
Note: ... ... ...just read it.
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Buttercup looked at the boy in dark green. He was an enemy. He shouldn't be here. The boy in dark green looked at her. They glared into each other's eyes silently. Ms. Kean walked over to Buttercup.
"Now, Buttercup, I know you fought him a week ago, but-" Ms. Kean started.
"No, crud I fought him a week ago! You were there! I was there! And so was he!" Buttercup exclaimed, rising a bit higher into the air. "In fact he almost killed me and that was only last week! And y'know what?! I had to kiss him on the cheek! Yuck!" Buttercup stuck her tongue out, spitting. "I can't forget about that stupid event and now I HATE his stinkin' guts! How can you do this me, Ms. Kean?! Why, why?! WHY?! Can I have a drink?!"
"Y-Yes, you may..." Ms. Kean was a little frightened of Buttercup's sudden outbursts which usually happened when something very noticing happened. She watched as Buttercup flew through the roof.
She walked over to the boy in dark green.
"Since I know you have super powers also, I think you should go outside with her." Ms. Kean stated. "Just in case. But try to avoid it."
The boy in dark green glanced at his two brothers who were happily talking away. Then, he released a strong glare at Ms. Kean just before flying through the roof. Ms. Kean looked up.
"They really need to learn to use the door..." she murmured.
Buttercup drank from the water fountain and spat on the ground. She repeated this numerous times. She heard a noise and whirled around. It was him. The boy in dark green. The two eyed each other, alert for any attacks. They glared into each other's eyes. For some reason, both their instincts told them to do the same thing: destroy the enemy. They charged at the same time. As their hits connected with each other, there was a green flash as they were both thrown back. That didn't stop them, they charged again, attempting to achieve their goals. It was obvious both would lose. None would win. They were equal, but didn't except it. Their fighting was only shown by flashes of green light. Once again, they were knocked back.
"You've been asking for this for a long time!" the boy in dark green yelled.
"Not as long as you've!" Buttercup snapped.
They charged again, ready to get into a serious fight. But, just before they could get up, there were four flashes of light: red, dark blue, pink, and baby blue. Buttercup found her two sisters in front of her, blocking her from getting to her adversary.
"Hey! Get outta the way!" Buttercup snapped angrily.
"No, Buttercup!" Blossom said. "This is school! What if you accidentally blew it up?!"
"That's what I want, smart one."
"With us in it! And besides, you know you can't beat him in fighting!"
"Well, I'm not gonna kiss 'im anytime soon!"
"Stop being so irresponsible! You know the professor can't handle any more stress! He's already doubled his dosage! He's been so caught up in work and you're making it even worse for him! You should be ashamed! I would expect..."
Buttercup decided to stop listening at that point. She glanced at the Rowdyruff Boys who were complimenting their brother on the mini fight. She turned to her two sisters, Blossom who was still going on and on with her lecture and Bubbles who was sucking her thumb, eyes watery. Buttercup glanced at the three brothers again.
*why can't these two be more like them?* Buttercup thought, *ch. that'll take a miracle.*
Soon, everyone was calmed down, except Buttercup and the Rowdyruff Boys. She had fought with a "new and innocent" student. The consequence: Saturday Detention/School. It was something were you would go to school on a Saturday in the morning...and do completely nothing like in detention. You would have recess and lunch, but once you got back in the classroom, you weren't allowed to do anything. Buttercup cursed under her breath.
Buttercup let her head fall onto the desk. The sound echoed through the room. This was boring. Sure, she could get a good nap in it, but she had forgotten her baseball cap (a.k.a. nap-cap) and her sunglasses. Ms. Kean was reading a book. Buttercup spotted something at the corners of her eyes and jerked her head in that direction. They had eye contact. She and him. He and her. Though it was only for a second, it seemed to last forever in a very annoying way. Buttercup's glanced quickly turned to a glare. The boy had already faced the front of the room.
*stupid guy. what's he starin' at?* Buttercup thought bitterly, *nothing! that's what. he was starin' at me to annoy me! wait'll we get outta here...i'm gonna kick his ass.*
Ms. Kean stood up.
"You two are dismissed for recess." she stated. "And no fighting or arguing."
Buttercup sat on the ledge of the sandbox. She kicked sand around, but slowly so nothing would fly into the air. The boy in dark green was on the swings, not that she cared. She didn't hear the sound of wheels when the ball-cart (the metal cage with wheels that holds balls) was rolled out. She just sat there. Buttercup whirled around, floating up when she was tapped on the shoulder. Floating there, was him. The boy wearing black pants and a dark green shirt. They glared into each other's eyes for a second. Then, he held up the basketball he was holding.
"Do you play?" he asked, his voice low.
Buttercup smirked, a sign that seemed to say "Hell, yeah...".
Buttercup laughed as the boy slipped and fell. She ran over to him, grabbed the ball and dribbled to the hoop. Since there were no other kids, they could play full-court. Buttercup jumped up, accidentally leaving footprints where she jumped from. Her intention was to do a lay-up, but she jumped higher and finished the game with a slam-dunk, sticking her tongue out to add effect. She landed, her hands on her hips in a triumphant pose.
"Now, who just kicked whose ass?" Buttercup asked mockingly. "Buttercup kicked-err..."
She walked over to the boy and offered her hand, which he took and stood up.
"You're pretty good." he stated.
"Pretty good?" Buttercup repeated. "I just beat your sorry butt forty- zip!" she poked his chest.
"(bitch.) Well you don't have to rub it in." he muttered. "I meant to say you're pretty good for a girl."
"Anythin' wrong with girls in yer eyes?"
The boy in dark green stayed silent. Buttercup smirked. It wasn't everyday she got to annoy someone.
"I never got your name." the boy in dark green stated.
"One-you never asked." Buttercup replied. "Two-because I use ta hate yer guts to hell cuz ya tried ta kill me."
"Use to hate my guts?"
"To hell."
"Why 'use to'?"
Buttercup stood silently. She had no idea she actually used the two words that could change and reverse any sentence. She looked at him and shrugged. More silence. The bell rang, indicating recess was over and it was back to just sitting there. Buttercup sat at her seat, still wondering why she had used "use to". That wasn't usual for her. She put one of her hands to her forehead. Temperature: Normal. Buttercup exhaled. If it wasn't sickness, what was it? Buttercup had a good record on always going with what she said, never turning back. She slumped in her seats, trying to keep her eyes open...But they seemed to get heavier and heavier each time she blinked...
"Hey, wake up." a voice said.
Buttercup yawned and lifted her head from the desk. Standing next to her was the boy in dark green.
"Where's Ms. Kean?" Buttercup asked.
"Dunno." he replied. "She just said all this junk to me after checking the time and ran out the door...I think I got the main ideas. We get to go home and I had to wake you up." he held up a page with typing on it. "Instructions for the project." Butch explained. "Unless you just wanna fail."
"I'll pick the failing option." Buttercup stated, letting her head fall back onto the desk. "...Nah. I need ta bring up mah grades anyway."
She stood up and stretched. She noticed the boy in dark green was looking at her again.
"What?" she asked, her voice tinted with anger.
"Nothing." he replied.
Silence.
"What's your name?" he asked. "Something like 'Butterscotch' or 'Butternut'?"
"Buttercup." Buttercup answered, her anger rising slightly.
"I was close. You don't have to get all mad like that. You need to learn how to control your short-ass temper."
Buttercup's anger rose a little more. "So I was born with a short temper. What of it?"
The boy in dark green glared at her. She glared back. Buttercup straightened herself, but kept her sharp gaze.
"What's your name." she asked.
The boy in dark green backed away.
"Butch." he replied. "I say we do the project at my place."
Buttercup's eyes narrowed.
"Do you even have a place?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do." Butch spat. "Some abandoned house."
Buttercup smiled for the first time around him. "Cool." she said.
"Yup. And we don't have to pay no bills, either. The instruction-thing says we have to make this poster of the thing you and your partner like to do best."
There was no pause when the two yelled out "FIGHTING!!!" at the same time.
Butch and Buttercup flew through the windows into the abandoned house, hidden in the middle of the woods, Buttercup holding the markers and Butch holding the large piece of paper. The items were "borrowed" from school. The boy in dark blue and the boy in red looked up and stood up, getting into fighting stance.
"Hey, what's she doing here?" the boy in red demanded.
"Yeah!" the boy in dark blue agreed. "Isn't she one of those sissy Powder Puffs?"
"Sissy?!" Buttercup exclaimed, letting the markers she was holding fall onto the ground. "I'll show you sissy once I-"
"She's okay." Butch interrupted.
All eyes went to him.
"She okay." Butch repeated. "She's no sissy like the other two. She doesn't deserve the name 'Powerpuff'. She's more like a Rowdyruff to me."
"Is that so?" the one in red asked. "Or does little Butchie-Wootchie have a little silly-wiwwy crush?"
"Butch is getting soft! Butch is getting soft!" the one in dark blue sang.
Butch crossed his arms, giving his two brothers glares.
"Oh, come on, man." the one in red said. "You know we were just teasing you."
"Yeah, bro." the one in dark blue agreed. "We know especially you wouldn't fall for a Powerpuff."
"If you think she's as good as a Rowdyruff, we know she is."
Butch smirked. The one in dark blue floated over to Buttercup.
"I'm Boomer." he stated. "You are...?"
"Name's Buttercup." Buttercup replied.
"Hey, Buttercup." the one in red greeted. "Call me Brick, okay? Nothing else."
Buttercup nodded. These guys were pretty nice. She felt more at home with them than her sisters...and that was strange.
~_* @_@ O_O *_* ^_^ -_- $_$ !_!
Me: Will this or will this not be a romantic fic of Buttercup and Butch? Will Buttercup become a good friend with the Rowdyruff Boys or sworn enemies? Will Buttercup be accepted or rejected? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WORLD MUST KNOW, DAMN IT!!!! *bashes head against wall until her head breaks through it* ... ... ...I didn't do it.