Authors Note: I'm so, so, so very sorry for waiting this long to update. My excuse is that I've been taking the time to continue some of my original stories, and since Fanfiction wants to erase my music section that I loved so much, I had to tend to that problem first…other than that, I'm fifteen years old…going to high school…homework people! Homework! (LOL)

Disclaimer: The diary format used in this story is from Sweet-Valley High Senior Year. (If you haven't read the series, you should, it's amazingly soap opera-ish to the last drop. LOL.) That, belongs to Francine Pascal. Fran, if you wanna take me to court, try it. I'm ready for you. ask me what the word mortgage means and I'll give a straight answer. (I don't know)

One More Thing: There's like a note passing scene somewhere in here. The asterisk with the italics is the female, the bold is the male. Okay, now I'm finished blabbering. Enjoy.

Chapter Three

The next day, Buttercup found herself walking out of the house earlier than she planned. Mostly because she didn't feel like hearing her father mouth off to her about her behavior the day before. She ran smack dab into Butch, who hadn't seen her walking toward him either.

"Why am I always walking into you?" he said, as he gathered his bearings,

"I don't know for shit." Buttercup said, "What's up?"

"Everything." Butch said, "I ran away so I wouldn't have to deal with…him."

"Him?" she said, "That's what you call your brother?"

"No…it's just hard to take this shit in you know? First you find out your father cheats on your mother before he dies. And then you find out the bastard doesn't even strap twice before he takes care of his dirty business and out comes a brother you didn't even know you had."

"It's not his fault." Buttercup said calmly, "It wasn't his fault that he was born."

"I know that." Butch said, looking his best friend in the eyes, and then realized something.

Buttercup really liked him.

She really did, and even though she didn't know it, she was defending Bruiser against him, her best friend. Buttercup usually doesn't care about anyone else except her family and closest friends, they being him, Boomer and Brick. Other than that, everyone could take a walk around the park and leave her alone. He was about to call her on it, but thought it wiser not to.

"It's just hard you know?" Butch said, "Just to take it all in. Not because it's him, because my father was an asshole and I couldn't even believe I looked up to him."

"You can't change that fact that you did. He messed up, and he can't deny it if you asked him, but it'll just make you a better person to know that you won't cheat on Blossom."

"How could I?" he asked, more to himself than to her. Buttercup looked up at her counterpart and shrugged.

"I don't know, but you better not you ass." She said, looking over at him sharply, "Or else…"

"Or else what?" Butch said, raising his eyebrow at her, "You'll get Bubbles on me?"

Buttercup just looked over at his friend and then chuckled at the mere thought of Bubbles coming after him. It was a sight to behold when Bubbles Utonium was upset.

            The two dark haired teens walked down the block, talking more about the situation, and other aspects of their life as they walked to school that day, knowing that for both of them, it was going to be a long day. A really long day.

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            Buttercup sat in her first period class, listening to her teacher drawl on, until she heard someone knocking on the door. Her teacher walked over toward the door and opened it, letting in the school secretary and another young boy. Most of the girls swooned at the sight of him. She wasn't really paying attention until she looked up and saw Bruiser standing in front of the class looking around with a bored glance at his surroundings. Somehow, his eyes fell on her and they both held each other's gaze while keeping a well placed smirk there.

"Class." The teacher said, interrupting the girls' noticeable chatter, "This is your new classmate Bruiser Plutonia, who'll be joining us for the rest of the year. Bruiser you can sit next to…Buttercup."

            Buttercup's heart jumped out of her chest when she saw him walking towards her. As he neared her, Buttercup found herself smirking again. He sat next to her and gave her a long look before turning the other way.

            The lesson had continued, with mostly Buttercup keeping an eye on Bruiser on the sly, while he did the same to her. From what Buttercup saw, he was checking out mostly all of the girls in the class, and she saw his gaze stop on Julie. Those actions made her give an inaudible growl. In her mind, if he was going to have any interest in a girl, he could've at least done much better, and one part of her mind was saying that that person could be her. The other part wanted to slap herself for being easily jealous over him. Why be jealous over anything?

            Bruiser turned toward Buttercup, when he heard her give a growl over that. He then smirked to himself. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she were jealous. The look she had on her face was very appealing to him. very.

"Maybe I should make her more jealous often…" he thought, "She really shouldn't be though…"

            Bruiser decided to poke fun at her. He didn't know why, but he felt the need to see her look at him with that look. That challenging look on her face that he found appealing to him.

He wrote a note and then poked her in the side. She jumped and then looked at him with the look that said she wanted to punch him in the face. He smirked. Buttercup was bold. But she wasn't stupid.

            Buttercup picked up the paper and then read it, her smirk crossing her face as she read it, although her

heart was giving away what she was feeling inside-literally. Her heart was thumping like crazy.

'Sup sweetie?

            Buttercup just sat there and smirked at the words that she read. She felt a little warm with him calling her sweetie. She decided to humor herself and him for the rest of the period.

*You beat the living hell out of me yesterday, have my best friend going crazy over you, not to mention what his brothers must've been feeling…and that's all you have to say to me?*

Basically. We're talking now, not fighting. I can't talk to you?

*Yeah. I'm just asking, what's with your change of attitude?*

Your jealousy.

            Buttercup almost fell over when she read that. That showed her that Bruiser was paying special attention to her. Either that, or he heard her growl a few seconds ago. Meaning, she was giving herself away when she really didn't want to.

Who's jealous?

*The girl in the tight dark blue jeans, the white sneakers, the snug black shirt with the word 'Hardcore' in the middle, with the sexy ass green eyes and the big tight ass. The girl I'm looking at.*

            Buttercup looked up and then blushed when she found herself looking straight into his eyes. He was talking about her. She took everything he said as a compliment, but she couldn't find herself to giving in like that. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it just wasn't her to be like anyone else. She was just a dancer that followed the beat of a different drummer.

            She looked back at the paper and tried to get some of her dignity back that she had so beautifully lost…if she lost any at all in her point of mind.

Oh. You're talking about me. Well, don't get the idea that I'd ever be jealous over you. I just thought you could do so much better.

*Like what? You?*

Let's stop being conceited cutie. It's not cute.

*I'm not cute. You know that. And if you don't know, you should.*

            Thankfully for Buttercup, the bell rang and she just flashed Bruiser a deep grin and started to walk out of class. Before she could reach the door however, Bruiser grabbed her hand. Buttercup turned around to protest, but Bruiser held up his schedule and then smiled innocently.

"Hey. I'm in this school by myself, and I don't know anyone but you…for the moment."

"And?" she said, raising her eyebrow, "I know more people than you and I don't feel like playing games with you."

"Who's playing games? I just wanted you to show me where the next class was."

"Right." Buttercup said, and then Kim Lee, one of the people on her hit list, popped up and smirked at the two.

"You know, if Buttercup doesn't want to show you where your next class is…I will."

            Buttercup would have said nothing. Of course, she usually wouldn't at any point, but she saw Bruiser look Kim Lee up and down as if he were thinking about taking her offer and leaving Buttercup to the side. To her, it would be a cold day in hell before she ever got thrown to the side for the likes of Kim Lee. A very cold day. 

"He didn't ask you slut." Buttercup said, pointing her gaze toward her, "Why don't you butt out and fuck off?"

"The boy isn't yours so stop being selfish. I don't see what he would want from a dyke anyway…"

            Buttercup felt her temper flaring and was about to punch her. When she lifted up her arm to strike, Bruiser, as if he was used to doing what he had just done, held her arm back in time. Right then, Kim fled before becoming the object of Buttercup unaffectionate actions, leaving her behind. Buttercup then pulled away from Bruiser, whipped around to curse him out, but nothing could come out of her mouth. When she tried to say something, she couldn't. So, she just gave in to his wishes and grudgingly told him to follow her.

            When they got in front of his class, Buttercup pointed at the door and clenched her teeth together as she heard him chuckle at her.

"What?" she said, clenching her teeth, ready to give him what she was about to give Kim Lee for getting her upset. She wasn't afraid of Bruiser in the least, and she wouldn't be afraid of embarrassing him on his first day of school. that's if he cared about impressions, and from the looks of it, he probably didn't.

"Nothing." He said, shaking his head,

"Anyway, this is your class. I ain't helping you find another class, so you better learn how to read your numbers and find what you want."

Buttercup turned to leave, until she found herself being embraced from behind my Bruiser.

"Thanks Buttercup." He said, kissing her cheek, while he embraced her more fully, the closeness of it driving Buttercup crazy.

"Whatever." Buttercup said, hiding everything going on in her mind underneath the surface,

"Oh yeah…and sweetie? Don't get jealous." He said, smacking her straight on the behind. Before she could do anything, she turned around to find out that he was gone. Buttercup shook off the confusion and then walked off, deciding to leave it alone. Of course that's what one side of her mind told her. Somewhere else inside, she was playing the whole thing over and over.

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            Teresa was waiting to copy down her work when she saw the most attractive thing in her life walk in the class. Taut muscles, brown hair and eyes, that dangerous look, it all made her swoon right then and there. And he was coming right near her.

            Bruiser smirked as he saw the girl shamelessly looking at him. The thing was that the girl he was looking at, reminded him of his ex-girlfriend, the one he left in Brooklyn before coming here and meeting the girl he really wanted-Buttercup. But for the moment, he felt he should at least make friends with the girl. What would it hurt to have a female friend to talk to? If there was anything Bruiser appreciated in life, was femininity. He liked the opposite sex. He couldn't see how boys wanted to play around with girls when they were the ones that were the drive for many being born. Of course, he knew that every female wasn't a good one, as he learned from being around his mother, but…one bad egg to him didn't spoil the bunch. You just had to test out the waters.

Teresa's heart was pounding like crazy as she watched him walk toward her. He was coming closer, closer until…

"Hey." He said, "Is this Mr. Wheeler's class?"

"Ah, yeah." Teresa said, making sure not to trip over her words. She suddenly felt shy, but tried to get over it.

            Bruiser took her in with a sweep of his eyes and then smirked. Almost every girl around Townsville looked the same. Subtle. Everything about them was subtle, and the one thing she didn't like about this girl was that she was shy. He liked boldness dripping from a girl. Of course, he didn't leave out the fact that her shyness was making her a little attractive, but not enough to turn him on.

"So…what's your name?" Teresa continued, trying to start a friendly conversation,

"Bruiser." He said, "What's yours?"

"Teresa." She said, smirking,

"Nice." He said, "So…what the hell is this class about?"

"Basically English."

"Oh. I guess I can just start taking a nap right now, because this shit's gonna be a little boring…"

"Not for you." Teresa said, "I think you might have the spotlight today."

"What you mean?" he said, and just as he said that, a blond haired teacher walked in and then stood up straight in tall in front of the class. His tall frame made him look as if he were a very distinguished person, and told a person he meant business. As he looked on at the class, he stood up tall and then gave a small scowl.

"Ladies and gentlemen…I believe we have a new student enrolled in this class. Will Bruiser Plutonia please stand up and introduced yourself?"

Bruiser looked at Teresa as she gave a small giggle. He shook his head and then stood up.

"Well…here goes…" he thought, and then decided to say what he had to say and said what he wanted. Needless to say, it left everybody in the room shocked and basically for a few people put out his unmistakable first impression before he got the chance to actually make it. And needless to say for Teresa, she knew one thing and she wasn't going to deny it if he asked her. She wanted him.

Like crazy.

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            Brick snickered as Boomer told him what their brother had said in class. Yeah, he was in the same classroom and vicinity as Bruiser when he heard what his brother said come out of his mouth, and it made him laugh until he cried after the words sunk into his head. It was so appalling, that he was surprised the teacher didn't say anything to the remark he made.

*Flashback*

            Boomer was just sitting there, looking up as their teacher called his brother's name. He looked up to see Bruiser standing with his tall frame and well built physique making all of the girls stop and stare at him. he smirked as he opened his mouth.

"What's up? Yeah my name is Bruiser Plutonia, and I'm stuck in this bull shit ass school. First off, don't fuck with me, because I'm the most hardcore person you'll ever meet in your life, and you won't see another person like me again. Next, if you fuck with me, don't expect to walk away smiling, because I won't be, and you won't be either. Last thing, did I mention that I don't like boys that think they can beat me? Well, I don't. So…if you don't want to suffer the dire consequences just do one thing…stay the fuck back."

The teacher had stood quiet for a few seconds and then his scowl deepened.

"Thanks Mr. Plutonia." He said, "Now…for today's lesson…"

            After that, Boomer had to control his laughter for the whole period. Half of the boys in the class were afraid, and the girls were swooning over his attitude. The teacher, Mr. Wheeler, looked like he wanted to be far away from Bruiser, as if he were addressing him, but then again, knowing his attitude, Bruiser probably was including him and everyone else…excluding him Butch and Brick. He might be strong, but to the three of them, he isn't unbeatable.

That display of character had Boomer laughing from the beginning until the end of class. Who wouldn't have been from seeing how he wasn't joking at all?

*End of Flashback*

"Bruiser is an ass." Brick said, his own laughter catching up with him. Just then, Bruiser sat next to the two brothers and smirked.

"What's up?"

"Nothing except you and what the fuck you said in class." Boomer said, "You're too much dude."

            Just then, Butch walked in and sat next to his brothers. He looked up at Bruiser and nodded toward him as he sat down and then decided to ask what they were talking about. When Boomer told Butch the whole thing, he looked at Bruiser and then laughed out loud.

"You funny." Butch said, smirking at him,

"No…punks in here need to know if they don't." Bruiser said, "Besides, that'll separate us from them. Know what I mean?"

Butch chuckled and then decided that Bruiser was game enough to be able to hang around with. He'd just have to get over what his father did to him, because Bruiser didn't do anything to deserve any of what he got. Besides, he was his brother. How could he put test his trust as if he were an enemy?

"Speaking of being separated, where the hell were you and Blossom?" Brick said, looking over at Butch with a smirk,

"Oh. After we watched Bruiser play around with Buttercup, let's just say that we couldn't make it to class." Butch said with an impish grin, as Brick just shook his head,

"First you purposely cut, and this guy makes first impressions a new thing." Brick said, smirking "What next?"

"Teresa." Boomer said, as all the rest of them looked up, they saw Teresa walking towards the table with an air of confidence, looking straight at Bruiser. He only smirked as he wondered what she wanted with him. he didn't know, and the only thing that wanted to find out, was curiosity. That, and the way he saw Buttercup staring straight at her like a hawk on the other side of the lunchroom. He smirked to himself when he noticed that. he'd have to show her again that she wouldn't have to be jealous. Not at all.

Bruiser Plutonia

9:27 AM (6th Period English)

Yes, I've done it again. Let the world know who the fuck I am. On top of that, to be honest, I was a little upset that Buttercup wasn't there. She probably would've wanted to challenge what I said earlier in class…I'm sure Teresa was amused…I noticed she didn't take her eyes off of me after I said it all. I have a feeling Teresa is a little devil, but she's not the one I want. I'm only going to admit it now, because, who the hell would I show this book to? I want Buttercup, and from the looks of it, it seems as if I can have her…with just a little time, patience and fuck, who the hell am I kidding? I'm gonna end up wrestling my way into submission with her. But I didn't say I wouldn't like it.

Teresa Mitchellson

9: 31 AM (6th Period English)

What else do I have left to say except that I want him? Bruiser. Pure sexy, pure male, 0% immature. What more could I want? Unless he doesn't want me…but why think like that when I have every other boy at my mercy? If I can have them, I can have him. no questions asked.

Buttercup Utonium

9:29 AM (6th Period Math)

He has me so frazzled in the head it's not funny. Oh yeah, I'm not going to deny it no more, I want him. And no girl in this school-including Teresa-is going to stop me from getting him. 'Nuff said.