Chapter Three
The last period of the day ended, and Blossom walked over to her locker. She was still thinking about that the incident with Butch, and didn't know if she could look him in the face again.
"But I will." she thought, "A kiss is a kiss. Nothing special. Besides, this is only Butch."
Right then, she saw Terrance walking down the hall, and her stomach dropped. He stopped right on the side of her locker, and looked her straight in the eye.
"Hey baby." he said, and Blossom looked up at him with pure abhorrence. She wasn't in the mood for his crap. Blossom then turned and went about her business, ignoring him in the process.
"How you feeling?" he said, and then he ran his hand along her arm, and back up to her neck. Blossom slapped it off, and then turned to look at him.
"Do you want another serving of what you had this morning?" she asked, and then he smirked.
"Come on Bloss...you know you want me back." he said, moving in toward her. Just then, Terrance was lifted off of his feet, and turned around by Butch, who came out of nowhere...or so it seemed.
"Hey dick face." he said, and then banged him against the locker, "Don't you know when you're being played? You already got thrown across the hall, doesn't that give you a hint?"
Terrance opened his mouth to say something, but got cut off by Butch.
"Other than that, I think she was about to fuck you up, but why give her the pleasure when I could do it myself?"
"You couldn't beat me if you tried puss ball." he said, and Butch just smirked, and grabbed on to his neck tighter.
"Allow me to give you a replay of what happens when you cross the line dude." Butch said, "Better yet, a re-mastered replay."
Right then, with half of his force, he threw Terrance across the hall like Blossom had done, but much harder. There was a slight dent in the locker, and Blossom walked over, and laughed in his face, much like Butch had done this morning. She walked over, and then shook her head.
"You know what Terrance? You're a bunch of shit." she said, laughing out more. Terrance gave her an angry glance, laced with pain and sorrow. That only made her laugh more as she walked down the hall, Butch following behind her.
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Bubbles walked, hand in hand with Boomer, looking down the block just taking in her surroundings. It was a beautiful day, and nothing else could go wrong. Not until she saw Mary Q. Contrary walk down the block. She wasn't the same pudgy faced kid in kindergarten. She was slimmer and shapelier, which had every boy stopping and staring. She noticed that she was giving Boomer extra attention, but didn't do anything about it, because she wasn't stepping over the boundaries. Bubbles noticed that she put more switch in her walk as she stepped over towards the blond couple.
"Hey Bubbles." she said, looking at her, and then looking over to Boomer, and giving a flirty, "Boomer."
"Hi Mary." he said, "What's up?"
"Nothing." she said, "Just going to the library. Wanna come?"
When Boomer opened his mouth to say something, Bubbles cut him off, rendering him speechless.
"Actually, he has to come over to my house and help me with my art homework." she said, smiling
"Oh, well, maybe another time."
"Yeah." Bubbles said, keeping her bright smile in check, "Maybe."
"Bye." she said, walking off, and then Boomer gave a low chuckle, and made Bubbles look up, giving him a confused look,
"What?" she said, and he put his arm around her shoulder,
"Just thinking about something." he said,
"What?"
"You." he said, "You got jealous."
"No I didn't." she said, smirking, "Why would I be?"
"Because she's always on my dick." he said,
"Boomer!"
"But she was." he said, and then the look on her face showed him that she was fuming. Boomer brought her closer to him and kissed her on the head.
"Bubbles."
"What?" she said,
"I love you." he said, "Remember that."
She looked up at him, and didn't say anything. Instead she just gave him a kiss in response on the lips. She laid her head on his shoulders, feeling assured that he wouldn't leave her for the next girl. That made her think about Blossom, and she got a little sad.
"It's okay. She has Butch now." she thought all knowingly, "But if he screws up, it's gonna be over. Not even Buttercup could stop me from giving him the ass whooping of his life."
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Blossom walked down the block, with Butch by her side. She glanced over to see if he was going to leave, but he didn't. She checked her watch, and smirked.
"Butch."
"Pinkie."
"Stop calling me that."
"Alright Sexy." he said, smirking, "What is it?"
"Why are you following me?"
"Because, you have Chinese food to buy me."
"I don't have to buy you shit." she said, and before she could blink, Butch was in front of her, smirking,
"As long as I feel like being around you, I'll follow you if I want to."
"And how long is that? Don't you have football practice?"
"No, because I got suspended. So that means, I can bother you for the rest of the day."
"Why?"
Butch looked at her, and shook his head.
"What happened yesterday?"
"I beat up Jamie and Terrance." she said, "What does that have to do with me?"
"I didn't stop you, and one of the do gooder snitches told."
"That's what you get. No one told you to stand there and watch. None of it had nothing to do with you."
"You don't know that." he said, smirking, "If I'm right, which I always am, I said that you was gonna end up with your heart broken if you didn't dump him."
Butch looked over at Blossom, and saw that her smirk was starting to falter. She looked back at him, and then his features got relaxed.
"What?" he said, and she stopped, leant up against a tree, and then looked at him.
"I just wanted to know a few things." she said, and Butch leant over on the light pole that was opposite from where Blossom was standing. He sat there, giving her all of his attention, and Blossom went on.
"What's with your change of heart Butch?" she asked,
"What change of heart?" he asked, "I never change."
"Your being nice now...well, nicer than usual. You beat up Terrance for me, when I could've done it myself, and...you kissed me."
"Why does it have to be a change of heart?" he said, looking up at her with a level stare, "When my heart was already there from the beginning?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, getting confused, and excited at the same time.
Butch took a deep breath and looked her in the eye. What he was about to do, was one of the hardest things in his life. Worry and anxiety filled his features, and he looked away for a second, but looked back at Blossom.
"I liked you." he said, "I was just jealous that you got with Terrance. And other than that, I hated Terrance."
"If you liked me, you had a funny way of showing it." she said, feeling resentful,
"I don't step on another person's property, and I expect the same respect." he said, "Besides, if you mean me getting on your nerves, that was just to see your pissed off side. You look sexy when your pissed."
"Whatever." she said, smirking. She looked up at Butch, and he noticed that she was blushing at the compliment. He walked over, played with some of her red locks, and then looked at her, with sincerity, and longing.
"So...are you going to give me a try, or what?"
"I don't know." she said, looking up at his eyes, "I mean I want to, but, I want to wait."
"For what?" he said, demandingly, but softly at the same time, "If it's shit about Terrance, that dip stick don't have nothing on me."
"I know, but..." she said, "It's too much to handle."
Butch looked up at her and gave a her a gentle kiss on the head. He knew how his mother was when his father died. She wanted to be left alone for awhile, and go through that venting stuff that all girls go through.
"What's too much to handle?" he asked, anyway, just to see what her answer was.
"Everything that's happening to me." she said, looking up in his eyes. She reached up to play with the little cowlick in his hair. He grabbed her hand, and then bought it back down, keeping hold of it. He didn't like when people played around with it, much less talk about it.
"Like what?" he said,
"You know...getting cheated on, feeling like a fool in front of you,"
"Why would you feel like a fool?"
"You know why." she said sternly, "I sat there, defending him, like he was that much important, when in all reality..."
"He was a bunch of shit." he finished. Blossom laid her head on his chest and sighed. It was the first time that they talked without fighting or throwing chairs, or cursing each other out. She didn't know how they got like this, but she didn't really want to go back to where they hated each other. Or when she hated him and Butch 'pretended' to hate her back.
Blossom lifted up her head, and then looked into Butch's emeralds. She sighed, and then gave him a soft kiss on the lips. Butch smirked, and then picked Blossom up off the floor. He flew her to a secluded area in the park. He sat down with her on his lap. She laid on him, and then held his hands.
"So...how come you didn't tell me that you wanted me before?" she asked,
"I don't know." he said, "After we started fighting, I wasn't in the mood to ask you out. I don't think you would've gave me a chance."
"Why?" she asked, as she started to rub his hands. Butch smirked as he looked down at her,
"You hold grudges pinkie." he said, and Blossom abruptly stopped rubbing his hands for a second, then started again.
"Don't call me that."
"Why?"
"I don't like it." she said, smirking, "What if I started calling you stupid, how would you like it?"
"It doesn't matter."
Blossom turned around so that she was straddled on his lap. He smirked when he saw that glint in her eye that told him she was about to blow. He reached out and played with her hair, and ran his hand along her face. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Terrance and Jamie walking together, hand in hand. She sneered, and then turned her attention back to Butch, hoping that he didn't see her look that way, but when she turned, she already saw him looking that way, and back to her.
"Sorry." she said, trying not to make eye contact with him. Butch just smirked, and then pulled her face back to him.
"You don't have to be. I just told you he ain't got nothing on me." he said, and Blossom smiled,
"I don't know when you became this considerate."
"I don't know either. Don't look for it often." he said, smirking, and Blossom gave him a soft kiss on the lips, and laid her head on his chest. Butch held her close, and kissed her on the head. He finally got what he wanted, although he didn't know whether they were spoken for, or playing games. The way Blossom acted, he could say that they weren't playing around. Within the next few days, Blossom would be officially his, and Terrance would have to find some other girl to play around with, because if he caught him around her, he promised that he was going to regret ever meeting him...or Blossom.
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Buttercup walked into the house, wiped out. She didn't know what to do, and she was bored and sick at the same time. People were starting to ignore her, and she was pissed off. Butch was still talking to her, but everything was Blossom, Blossom, and did we mention...Pinkie? She threw herself on her bed, and then clicked on the radio.
"All by myself..." the woman sang, and Buttercup threw a shoe at the radio to turn in back off. She knew where she could go. The first thought that popped up in her mind was Butch.
"Then again...he's probably thinking about Blossom." she said out loud, and as she said that Blossom walked in,
"What?" she said, and Buttercup looked up,
"Speak of the devil herself." she said, smirking. Blossom sat on her bed, and got comfortable.
"What do you want now?"
"Nothing. Just to tell you...you were right."
"About what?"
"Butch." she said, smirking, a slight blush came to her face, and Buttercup couldn't believe it.
"Thanks...but I knew I was from the beginning stupid." she said, smirking, "It was way too obvious."
"How could you know, and I don't?"
"He's my counterpart." Buttercup said, with a smirk
Blossom fell silent at that moment. Buttercup had her point, but in her line of thinking, if Butch liked her, shouldn't she be crushing on her counterpart?
"So...hypothetically speaking, if..."
"No leader girl." Buttercup cut her off, "Our love interest, are our love interests. It doesn't go that far."
"What kind of boys do you like anyway?" Blossom asked, and then Buttercup looked up at Blossom with a deep smirk plastered on her face. She felt that she was going a little too deep in her personal life for her comfort. Buttercup would tell her, but at the moment, it was none of her business. So, to end the conversation, Buttercup looked up into Blossom's eyes and gave her two words.
"Ask Butch."
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3:00 PM
I never thought that I would say/write this, but I like Butch. I didn't say it to anyone else, but I said it here, and Butch knows, so that's good enough. I'll write later. I need to take a nap on this.
Butch Plutonia
3:02 PM
I'm bored. I need to do something. Maybe I should call Buttercup, so we can play a little one on one basketball. Even though I have Blossom's interest, Buttercup would be there if things don't work out. But...then again, I can bother Blossom, and then play ball with Buttercup. She wouldn't mind, as long as I give her attention. Wherever I go, she there, she my buddy. Love ha like a sista.