Well, I'm bored, so I'm working on the next chapter early

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As Buttercup left her classroom, she felt eyes follow her. Two specific eyes, as a matter of fact. The penetrating stare of Brian (aka Butch) was following her every where. She still had his last note in the pages of her math book. She took it out and put it in her folder.

This F***in' school is killing me! She thought, They put a third of their attention on me at all times!

She walked towards her locker with the anger showing on her face. As she reached it, she found it swarming with most of the girls in school. What Is WRONG with these people?????

It was about then that she saw him. Standing by her locker. Laughing it up with the idiotic bimbo of the school, Princess. Brian was apparently listening to her latest shopping fiasco ("So then Brittany bought the jeans AND the purse...") while waiting for someone to show up. Her, of course.

Well, I might as well save the poor guy from dying of boredom. She thought. "Yo, Brian."

"Wassup, Buttercup? Sorry Princess, but I need to talk to her alone."

"Oh,... Fine then." Princess walked off in a huff.

"Um,... Don't take this the wrong way, or anything, but do you have any idea what she was talking about?"

Buttercup giggled and said "Don't take this the wrong way, but, ...no, not a clue."

They both broke into a fit of giggles and then Buttercup said, "So, what 'cha waitin' here for?"

"I was wondering if you could kind of help me with that dumb math homework. See, I know my numbers, and I know one plus one is two. But with math, lets put it this way: If Brian has ten math problems for homework, and knows 0.001 percent of the math needed to solve said equations, how many minutes does it take for Brian to give up and pound his head against the wall?"

Buttercup giggled with amusement. He's so funny! No wonder Princess likes him.

"Sorry, but I'm no better than you are. And I'm afraid outlawing math is definitely not an option."

"Darn, and I had the petition all ready, too."

Buttercup burst out in another fit of giggles.

"Hey, BUTTERCUP!" She heard a voice say.

She whipped around. Mitch. She'd forgotten about him for a second, there.

"Oh, hi Mitch. This is Brian. Brian, this is Mitch."

"Um, sorry, I don't really have time for intros, so I'll call you later."

Mitch walked off, leaving them wondering.

What the h*** was that? The idiot practically screams my name through the hallway, and then just barely says one sentence to me? What's wrong with this picture? Buttercup thought.

Well, at least we know the guy's protective of the babe. Butch thought to himself.

"Is he always that subtle?" He asked.

"Huh?" Buttercup had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, obviously he didn't like the fact that you were laughing it up with another guy."

"Well, I'm just gonna shut up then." She said. "Is this your class?" She broke her rule immediately.

"Yeah. Yours?"

"Nope. I have french. It's right across the hall."

"Oh. Okay, see you at lunch."

"Where as afterwards, I can demolish you in Phys. Ed."

"I highly doubt that would happen." He said slyly.

"Oh, really. But did you know I'm a PowerPuff Girl?" She said, hoping it would scare him.

"Yup, everyone knows that. But I have a few secrets of my own."

"We'll just see. Meanwhile, you might want to dig your grave."

"And you might want to write your will."

"Why aren't we being cocky."

"We'll see..." We'll just see about that undefeated attitude of yours. Butch thought.

They parted into their separate classrooms, each thinking about the fun they were going to have in gym class.

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Yeah, yeah... But I want to save the best parts for when I have the time!

Hope you liked it. Even though nothing REALLY interesting happened. Next chap will be much better, I promise.